James Buchanan Barnes Imagine book 2

Mistakes and cells

Warning: Sadness.

I did warn you. Unedited. If you don't want to be sad then leave, yeahhh 💃

Going there was a mistake. You don't exactly remember how it happened, but you knew what you saw wasn't some sick joke. Steve Rogers, shot and killed by the person you two were sent to retrieve, Sharon Carter. It happened right before your eyes, Steve stepped in first, protecting you, got shot, Sharon ran, stuffed the gun in your hand and took off without a second look. At first, you were confused. That was, until Steve hit the floor, lifeless.

It took one moment for you to call his name before tears stung your eyes. You dropped the gun and kneeled next to him, shaking and holding him in your arms. The next thing you knew, cops came. They hoisted you up to your feet, cuffed you, and dragged you into a black truck. All you could think about what the blood on your suit, the way his eyes held nothing but darkness, how his determination to do anything just- drained. It was something about that whole scene that kept you on edge the entire time, something about the way Shaorn ran without even a simple cry to be heard. It had to have been a trick. What were you going to tell Sam? The team? Bucky? How were you supposed to break the news to Bucky when you were obviously being framed for the death of Captain America? Theh had nothing on Shaorn, no video footage, no finger prints, no DNA, nothing. Of course not. She had on gloves, she was patient, persistent, and above all, she was determined. She planned this out, or someone did, but either way, it had to do with you and standing infront of the team and Fury.

"We found her with the gun." An agent shoved you forwards, your eyes stayed glued to the floor, "Fingerprints and all, sir."

"No." Natasha defended, tears in her eyes, "There's no way she killed Steve. You're wrong."

"Natasha....they have evidence." Fury sighed, not believing this himself, "I just...How do we know Y/n killed Steve for sure? Is there video?"

"No, sir." Agent 34 shook his head, "Just fingerprints."

"You can't lock her up!" Tony shouted, trying to cut through the small crowd of guards, "You can't do that! She's like a sister to me, I know she didn't kill him!"

"I understand, Stark." Fury began, "But I can't let her walk free either."

"Put her on probation, ground her, something!" Sam fought back as well, "You can't do that!"

"I'm sorry." Fury shook his head, "But until further evidence that she's innocent, we have to come to the conclusion that....Y/n killed Steve."

"Member of Shield, Y/n L/n, murdered Steven Grant Rogers. Also known as Captain America," was the first thing that popped up in the world. It was newspapers, social media, stuck to windows, spray painted on walls. It felt like hours, but little did you know that days went by and the world was still led to believe, that you killed Steve Rogers. Your friend, your partner on crime, and your first real family in the world that used you. They threw you into a cell, uncuffed you, and left you to rot. You didn't care about any of it, not one bit, until visits started happening. Fury allowed visits, seeing as though he still thought you were innocent, but as time went by, without enough evidence those thoughts started to subside quickly.

"Kid." Tony sighed, standing infront of the glass box you were in.

You didn't say anything. Like all the other times he came, you kept in your corner, hiding from the world.

"There's a lot of people looking for you." Tony mumbled, leaning against the glass, "Why, Y/n? Why'd you do it?"

You shifted your eyes twoards him, the hurt and pain was hidden in the shadows you found comfort with.

"Look," He sighed again, "I still think you're innocent. I know you wouldn't do that to him, to us, but you have to give me something or I can't help you. Y/n, if you're kept here for any day longer, the case will be closed. You'll be stuck, maybe forever."

Still, you said nothing.

"I'm trying, Y/n. I really am." Tony held back tears, "Happy birthday, by the way. Just...didn't want that to go by without you or anyone else forgetting."

Without another word, he left. He glanced back one more time, in hopes you'd say something back, but you didn't. The door shut closed and you cried, harder than you did when Steve died. Today was your birthday, Steve planned to do something for you, to give you something special. He told you that himself. You thought it was another surprise party like all the other times, one where he'd fail to keep it a surprise because he'd be just that excited. Only, there is no excitement this time, there's only grief and shame today, and there will be many after that. After a few minutes, the doors opened again. It wasn't Tony this time, no, it was someone far more important. It was Bucky. You didn't even break the news to him yourself, someone else told him, which meant someone else probably convinced him that you killed Steve. To think, all the memories and the relationship you built with Bucky, gone. It didn't make you fell any better. He stood at the glass like everyone else, only this time you two made direct eye contact. That was, if he saw your eyes in such darkness.

Neither of you said anything. You thought you should probably speak first, but since you haven't used your voice is days, it'd sound horrible. So, you slowly stood up and trembled your way out the dark, pressing up against the wall. Your hands were shaking, your entire body was, but this was a different sadness. This wasn't grief and sorrow sadness like it usually was, this was worried and scared sadness. The worse kind. What scared you was how he watched your every move, eyes intent with a glassy cover, and what worried you was the next words coming out his mouth. Was he going to break up with you? Hate you? Forever be your enemy? Hell, if you were him, you'd be everything but nice twoards you.

"Did you do it?" He asked, his voice was hard but his eyes twinkled with tears, "Did-...did you kill him?"

"No." You answered back immediately, shaking your head, "No, no I didn't! It wasn't me! She put the gun in my hands, she shot him, she did everything! I just watched, there wasn't anything I could do! He was there infront of me perfectly fine I swear, then she came out of nowhere and he was dead! She framed me!"

You weren't surprised you only spoke to Bucky. If you were going to break down infront of anyone, it'd be him all the time. He always had a way of breaking down your walls, no matter how big and sturdy they were.

"Bucky, please. I'm telling the truth, I'd never hurt Steve!" You cried, taking a step twoards the glass, "She framed me Buck....she-she did it all. Please, I'm begging you, just believe me. Please."

The way he looked at you was a way you've never seen before. The pure sympathy and heartbreak in his eyes were unreal. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.

"I believe you, Y/n. I believe you, okay?" Bucky cooed, placing a hand on the glass, "But I can't break you out of here, I don't know how. But I'll prove your innocent, we all will. You'll be out of there eventually, doll. I promise."

"Don't leave, please." You sobbed, "I don't want to be in here anymore. I want to get out, I want to go home."

"Where?" Bucky asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"My home, you. I want to get away from here." You answered, bluntly.

"I'll get you out, then we can go home and forget all about this, alright?" He rested his forehead against the glass, you did the same, "You'll never have to remember this day ever again. I got you doll, just hold on for me. Hold on a little longer."

You both pulled back from the glass, and you nodded, wiping your eyes.

"Good girl. Be patient for me." Bucky gave a small smile.

You saw an agent bang on the door, signaling his time is up. You felt more tears rise seeing him leave, just before the door closed, he poked his head out and made a funny face. You chuckled through short sobs, sitting back in your corner.

Yeah, happy birthday to you.