We Deserved Better ⤿ Stucky x Reader

nine ⤿ ever changing

Sam Wilson let out a laugh, shifting in his seat in the quinjet. Held in his hand was his phone, scrolling through whatever he seemed to be laughing at. His laughter caused Steve to turn around in his seat to look over at the male who was still cackling.

With an arched brow Natasha soon spoke up, "What's so funny?" She asked smoothly, standing up and walking to Sam. "Look at this meme I found- hey Steve, do you think robocop would enjoy a meme?" He called out after showing Nat the meme, the female let out a snort with an eyeroll. With a shrug Steve turned back to look out the windshield.

Sam let out a fake gasp, "Are you just gonna sulk because your lover boy isn't here on this mission with you?" Steve tried to hide a smile as he shook his head, seated driving the quinjet was a high status SHIELD agent named Travis. "We will be landing shortly." The middle aged male called to the three as the quinjet started to descend closer to the ground in preparation to land.

Steve was leading the small group into an abandoned HYDRA base that was recently discovered in the deep woods of North Carolina. Bucky had stayed back to finish up some reports from his last mission. The blonde figured that being as all they really needed to do was collect some files that were reported there- they didn't need a big team.

Soon the jet landed and everyone was getting out. They all decided to split up, their coms were hooked up incase of anything and of course they were all equipped and knew how to defend themselves- obviously.

Sam went down a few hallways, nose scrunching up at the dust particles that filled the air and invaded his nose. He opened the door to his left, ducking down as bats swarmed out, squeaking before they flew out a shattered and broken window. "This is some horror movie shit." He scoffed to himself, soon a voice replied to him though,

"Wilson you left your com on." The redheaded female said into her com, causing a chuckle to be heard from Steve and Travis. With a quiet, 'oops, shit.' Sam quickly turned his com mic off.

Then he turned his attention back to the task at hand. As he stepped in to the room he noticed yet another door on the back wall, a large panel of glass next to the door, letting you see into the next room.

With cautious steps he walked inside more, the sound of glass crunching filling the once silent room. His attention was stuck towards the door in the back, it was strange how that room seemed to not be touched by time. He could hear the sound of buzzing coming from inside, it sounded like machinery whirling.

His fingerless glove clad hand went to wrap around the doorknob, turning it. With a sound of a click he slowly opened the door, it creaked against its hinges. It had to have been quite some time since it was last opened. The room was bigger than he thought it would be, letting go of the handle as he stepped further inside.

In the middle of the room was a chair, it was hooked up with random wires leading to random control panels. His brows were furrowed as he walked around the chair, the dust settled against the cracks in the floors and with each step it only caused it to be kicked up and wafted into the air.

Soon he noticed a table against a wall, papers and folders and boxes scattered around it and the floor. Just what he was looking for.

With a few steps he was standing in front of the wooden surface, grabbing a hold of one randomly as he read through it. Of course it was not in English though, he spotted an empty box and he started to pile papers in it, throwing them at random into the box to be brought back to SHIELD.

His activity faltered though as he came across candid printed photos of a female, dressed in an old timey looking waitress outfit, his brows furrowed deeply once again as he turned the photo over.