Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Twelve

"Brilliant. Well, why don't you two go on to find Elina," Riley began in his fake accent, "And I'll stay here to wait."

"Why aren't you coming?" the bodyguard pressed, her eyebrows raised.

"Because last I recall you said Ms. Sitz doesn't take unannounced guests, and surely I don't want to be rude," Riley offered his charming smile, "So why don't you take our friend here, as a show of my faith, to try to convince Ms. Sitz otherwise? He's a quite capable asset."

Bucky kept his eyes trained on the wall, the unconscious bodies around him not bothering him much. He could argue as much as he wanted, that the only reason he didn't care about their pain was because they were still alive, but that's not true. He didn't care because he was too angry to care, because for all that complained, Bucky hadn't been the same since Steve rescued him the first time. Because Bucky hadn't cared about anyone way before he was brainwashed, and every fight he was reminded of that.

"Fine. You, come," she started for the elevator at the end of the lobby, stopping when Bucky didn't move, "Hello?"

"Oh! My apologies," Riley straitened up, before using a command that made Bucky cringe, "Идти!"

Bucky followed behind her, silently taking note of every weapon on her person. Once they stepped in the elevator, he trained his eyes on the door to avoid suspicion. He didn't fail to notice as she pulled out a key and stuck it into the metal wall, only then being able to press the top button.

"Can you really not think for yourself?" she questioned, "Winter Soldier?"

No reaction.

"If you were in different hands, would you be able to form a thought? Or are you stuck like this forever?" she continued.

Bucky blinked.

"Pity. I guess that makes sense; no one's mind could survive what they put you through."

She turned her attention back to the increasing number at the top of the door, not even having a moment to react as Bucky slammed her head into the metal. Bucky took her key while she was unconscious before pushing her to the side, exiting the elevator to find a hallway with no doors. He followed the path slowly to not make much noise, his mind buzzing from her last words. Well, not last.

He did his best to stay focused as he stormed into the office, not surprised when the woman simply stared at him.

"Really? I'm your target?" she raised her eyebrows, slowly standing up, "Well, I figure there's no point in running. Care for a drink?"

Bucky grit his teeth as he raised the gun, for a moment resenting both Sam and Sharon, and then he shot it. The gun cracked due to how hard he held it, but it still offered him no relief. He crushed the entire thing before throwing it out the window, stalking his way over to the still standing woman.

"What's this?" she pulled the dart out of her shoulder, "Tranquilizer?"

Bucky stopped for a moment, before punching her square in the nose, "Something like that."

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"Bro, you basically killed them all!" Riley exclaimed, as he stared at the unconscious woman on the couch, "Son of a bitch, you're wonderful!"

Bucky ignored him as he sat at the island, popping open the beer that never actually did anything.

"Sam, can you believe it?! He's like the terminator!" Riley continued as Sam walked through the door frame of Sharon's room, "You really know how to choose friends, don't you? I taught you well."

"Yeah," Sam laughed, making his way over to Bucky, "Something like that."

Sam took the seat beside Bucky as Riley said something about being right back. He rested his head in his hand, watching Bucky as he stared at the cabinets. His room wasn't a condo like theirs, and now he knew why Sam didn't mind. He had his own room, bit his own bed, but it was still something.

"Shut up."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"Don't care. Shut up," Bucky finished, pressing the bottle to his lips, before downing the whole thing, "I don't want to hear your voice right now."

"I don't want to see you throwing a pity party," Sam retorted, "Guess we don't all get what we want."

Bucky sucked in a breath as he turned, looking at Twitter open in Sam's phone then his face, "What do you need?"

"Nothing, just felt like talking," Sam shrugged, taking note of the bottle in his hand.

Bucky scoffed, "You seem to do that a lot."

"You seem to drink a lot."

"Yeah, well, it's not really your damn business, is it?" Bucky snapped, "Honestly, what in your head thought that it was a good idea to say that?"

Sam glanced down.

"Dammit, Sam!" Bucky cursed, taking another swig.

Sam sighed, fighting the urge to walk away, "I'm sorry, Bucky. I shouldn't have said that."

Sam ran a hand over his face, sucking in a deep breath, "But I'm still worried about you. You're not alright."

"Obviously I'm not alright!" Bucky slammed the beer down, before sucking in a deep breath,
"I'm not okay, Sam. I haven't been for awhile, and I would really appreciate it if you just left me alone, before I say something I'll regret."

"Well go on then, Buck, say it," Sam gestured for him to continue, "It can't be that bad, and if you're thinking it about me I deserve to know, don't you think?"

Bucky bit his lip, his knuckles turning white, "Go to your room, Sam. Now."

"It can't be that bad. You said you'd try!"

"This is me trying, Sam!"

"That's bullshit, and you know it!" Sam stood up.

"Hey! Everything alright, here?" Riley walked over, nudging Sam, "Chill out, Wilson, we're all friends here."

"But-,"

"I don't have friends, Riley. Let me make something abundantly clear," Bucky stood up, looking both of them in the eyes,

"I am not your friend. I am not your 'bro'. I am a killer, and I am dangerous. I suggest you treat me as such, because otherwise, you will get hurt."

"He's not dange-,"

"I hear you," Riley cut Sam off, grabbing him by the arm, "C'mon, give him his space."

Sam shook him off, "He doesn't need space; he's not dangerous. He's just recovering from the mission. He'll be fine if we just-,"

"Sam," Riley spoke warningly, "Just give him space. He said it loud and clear; we should respect his decision. I get that you guys are friends, but you're being little naive. Just listen."

And Sam did listen, he followed Riley out, but not without looking back one more time to be sure Bucky didn't change his mind. He didn't make eye contact. Once they got to the room, Sam stopped Riley,

"Riley, I missed you. A lot. But I am a grown ass man, and I am not naive. I just know my friend."

"I know you do," Riley agreed delicately, "But wouldn't you agree that you've always been a bit too forgiving?"

Sam straightened his back, even though his mind was now tainted with a seed of doubt,

"No, I don't."