Annabelle Rogers - James 'Bucky' Barnes

Chapter Twenty- Nine

Pushing the double class doors open James stormed into the compound. His hair was greasy pulled into a bun with random strands of hair resting on his cheeks.

Wearing an all black assumable. Cargo pants with chunky combat books and a tight t-shirt paired with a thick leather jacket. Knocking out guards as he made his way through to the meeting room where the team has been situated.

Two weeks had past since Annabelle was taken and James was far from pleased with the teams efforts to find her. He had been working around the clock, day and night, reaching out to old contacts trying to track her down.

Finally he got a location, a small cabin surrounded by acres of forest. A short flight from the compound.

"I thought i made myself very clear Barnes, you are no longer -"

"Yeah yeah, I know." James cut Tony off, walking towards Steve and Natasha. "But while you guys have been twiddling your thumbs in here, I've been out there looking for her." Aggressively pointing out the window.

Throwing a thick file on the table James looked up at the team. Photos of the land, maps and other important information fell out of it.

"And I found her"

After a quick plan and debrief the team scurried towards the hanger to aboard the quinjet.

Tony and Bruce took place up front, fiddling with switches and getting up in the air as quick as they could. The others situated themselves in their restraints until the jet was stable.

Flickering knifes and preparing his weapons James was trying his hardest to keep to himself and distracted. Strategically placing knifes and guns along his body he noticed Natasha approaching him.

"Where 10 minutes out." She stated, receiving a very worried and distracted nod. "We'll find her Buck, she's a strong girl, she'll be okay."

A slight hum escaped his mouth as he turned and headed towards the back of the jet, preparing himself for the worst situation possible.

Landing the Jet a few minutes away from the cabin the rest of the team made their way out the back.

Tall thick trees covered by inches of white snow. The wintery breeze was thick filled with tension and anxiety. Not waiting any longer for the team Natasha and James stalked towards the Cabin.

It was old and run down covered with moss and over grown vines. The veranda creaked at they approached the door, Natasha making her way around the back as James kicked in the door. It was dark with sun breaking through broken bites of tint on the windows.

Checking the house it was clear, a small out dated kitchen with a lounge room off of the main entrance. The rest of the team scoped out the rooms, looking through books and shelves to find any sort of clue.

Approaching down the hallway James notices a strange bookshelf. Everything else in this house was covered in dust except this bookcase, it was spotless.

Approaching it closer his trained eyes noticed deep scraps in the floor boards with a handle and lock with in the shelf. Using his super strength he pushed the shelving aside smashing into the wall.

A dark door way appeared with what looked like a stair case leading down into the basement. Looking over his shoulder to see Natasha he gave her a slight nod before steadying his hand gun.

Creeping down the stairs the creeks echoed off of the concrete walls. Flicking on the light switch an empty room was presented in front of him. Checking every corner of the basement he yelled up the stairs to notify the team it was clear.

A mixture of disappointment and frustration fuelled the words. It was the only lead they where able to get on Annabelle and it was empty.

Natasha and Steve followed down the stairs, looking over the room trying to find something to indicate that she was at least okay.

"Steve, she was here!" James yelled out sitting down on the mattress scooping her formal dress in his hands.

Letting out a sigh full of mixed emotions he closed his eyes. Shortly confronted with flashes of images in front of him. Blood, bruises. Grunts of pain. He thought his nightmares of The Winter Soldier crept up on him until he saw a reflection in the mirror.

Annabelle.

She had a cut below her eye with dry blood around her nose. Hands where strapped with white cotton, strained with deep red tones. Covered in dirt and bruises. She would look badass if it was any other situation. In this one, she looked exhausted and drained.

"Buck, you might want to see this"

Steve concerned words pulled James out and back to reality. Rushing over he noticed a desk in front of them, covered with a variety of papers and files. One named Subject A - Annabelle Bright.

Following his gaze up he noticed a board pinned to wall covered in a variety of photos, awards and sticky notes. One of the awards read - Annabelle Bright, science fair 2005- with a blue first place ribbon. Ripping it from the wall James looked up at Steve.

"Is this all?-"

"Annabelle, from what looks like her second birthday all the way up until you guys in New York." Steve pointed out the photos with James in them.

Photos of their date nights at their favourite Chinese place, photos of him walking her home from work. Even the day they first met. James was beating him self up over it. Over the fact that someone had been following her every move and he didn't notice. How did he not notice.

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Watching the blood covered water washing down the drain Annabelle stared at herself in the mirror. Since Oliver noticed her glowing eyes he has put her through all kinds of tasks and challenges. Pushing her until her absolute limit. Constantly covered in bruises and blood from his men beating into her.

Before he was notified of their location being sprung at the cabin Oliver explained everything to Annabelle. How he experimented on her as a fetus, injecting her mum with a strain of the super soldier serum with his own tweaks of cause.

He also explained that her mother went under her own experimentations with the mind stone before she fell pregnant. She didn't seem to develop any abilities but by the look of Annabelle's blood work she did.

A mixture of beautiful creations he would say. So proud of his achievement. The only problem he was having was Annabelle's corporation. She was giving him nothing. Men would beat into her, throw her across the room and she would sit there and take it.

Over the few days they had been in their new location Annabelle discovered she could read peoples minds. Being able to know what security was up to and finding out their hidden location.

As the days went by the thought of going home to James was the only thing that was getting her by. Holding onto hope that one day, when her newly assigned cell door would open it would be him standing there. Ready to take her home.

In the mean time she was plotting her own escape. Focusing her mind powers, reaching for her limits to only be met another ability.

Focusing on her thoughts about James she was soon met with imagines of her own. A poorly lite room, flickering lights and a stained mattress. As the images became clearer she noticed the unforgettable metal hand, grasping her torn up dress from the Christmas party. He was there, in the cabins basement.

A flicker of hope sat in her chest, knowing that he was looking for her and that he was close. A loud bang against the cells mental door pulled her away as the faint sight of Steve face disappeared.

Picking up the tray of slop she sat down on the edge of her bed, finding some comfort in James working along side her brother. Only missing her by a couple of days.