𝑼𝒔, 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑩. 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

15b

John hit the man with two deadly blows. Blood splattered across the pavement, pooling.

Marcella made contact with John's middle and tackled him to the ground. They rolled, and when they stopped Marcella kneeled atop the shield, to crush his hands below it.

She raised her gun to his forehead, and looked down at him, deadly. Her breathing steady.

What are you making me do this?

Marcella looked at the man lying dead and back at John. Crimson red liquid was staining the calf of her pants and she felt it taint her skin too.

He didn't move for she had the upper hand. His eyes were static unable to focus, and unable to calm. He wasn't a very anymore, no he was mad.

She looked up at the bystanders. Phones were raised and eyes were watching all over the world. She looked back down at John.

Who are you to choose who lives and who dies?

She felt familiar eyes on her and scanned the crowd until she found Bucky. His jaw clenched, his fist balled but his eyes told a different story. Pain and worry.

Her glare turned emotionless as she put her gun back into its holster and rose above John. She ripped the helmet off his head and threw it at the dead man feet.

Take a good look at Captain America, everyone.

Marcella walked away from John, and away from the blood. She felt eyes and camera's follow her all the way until she joined Bucky and Sam. Tears formed in her eyes.

She had witness many many things throughout her life. She'd seen blood, and violence. She acted harmful, brutal things but that time in her life was over and if being an Avenger meant watching people fail to care, she was done with the joyride she got. She cared much more about everyone than she let on. She cared about Steve and his legacy. She cared about Sam and his sister. She cared that Lemar had died leading Karli and Walker down horrible paths. She cared that her old instinct remained and if it wasn't for all the eyes she might've pulled the trigger.

Bucky watched her walk become more and more defeated as she got closer to him. Walker was standing up now, looking at the mess he caused.

Bucky and Sam were full of anger knowing the shield was never supposed to be wielded to do that. The shield was all that was left of their friend, their captain, and a man opposite of a killer.

"I'm through," Marcella whispered to Bucky.

Bucky's hands were shaking so much he was scared to touch her before she walked away. He pulled his eyes from the shield and watched her leave. It felt like she meant that she wasn't just through with the mission at hand, but the mission at large —him.

John Walker ran away from the camera and the sound of his boots hitting the bricks made Bucky turn back around.

"I think it's time to get that shield back, Buck." Sam said, looking at him already.

Bucky nodded his head, and they chased him to an abandoned industrial garage. There, the fight ensued.

After Bucky and Sam fought Walker, or whatever Walker had become in his insanity, Bucky made sure Sam was safe with Torres. Then he split. He had a responsibility to deal with Zemo, just as Sam had a responsibility to figure out what to do with the shield.