Thaw

Mission Report.

***Bucky's POV***
**potential trigger warning**

Unfortunately a few days after Katia and I got married, Sam and I promptly needed to go over seas on an urgent mission. Leaving her was incredibly difficult... but we both know these situations are inevitable and she knew it was only a matter of time before we would have to be apart for awhile. We just didn't anticipate it happening so quickly....

It's surreal that after 107 years... I am a married man. I honestly didn't think I would ever have the desire to spend every waking moment with another person. Hell, I can barely tolerate having one close friend. The whole premise of marriage used to actually aggravate me. Having to do every day mundane marital tasks such as talking... explaining.... cooking.... holidays.... it didn't interest me in the least. But Katia makes everything about life easier and more tolerable. I genuinely enjoy spending time with her and I honestly love her unconditionally.
I miss her... but I know she is safer at home than here with me. Plus she's armed at home and in her office, so hopefully if she does have to protect herself she will be well equipped to do so. Also, before I left I made sure she had plenty of ammunition...

Sam and I are currently at an undisclosed location east of the U.S., where a recent bombing occurred. Sam's been tracking down a group of self appointed 'freedom fighters'... same damn story, different fucked up circumstances. This rebellion shit is getting old... older than me.

We are in a mid eastern town that used to be quite nice from what I understand. It was quiet, maintained and relatively safe. Now... the surrounding buildings are in shambles, dust is prevalent in the air in a thick fog of shrapnel. Without as much as a threat or warning, an entire societal ecosystem has been decimated and Sam and I aren't clear on the motive. However thanks to Sam's thorough investigative work, we have managed to find and capture who we believe to be one of the terrorist group leaders responsible for multiple prior attacks. We apprehended him in a nearby country taking on an alternate identity. We have also secured video footage along with a DNA sample found at the scene of a previous bombing. This particular group's origins had been traced back to the states, which is why we are getting involved.

"He not only looks identical to our guy, but his DNA is a perfect match according to the sample I gave Torres..." Sam notifies me as he enters the room I'm currently brooding in.

We have our suspect restrained to a chair in the basement of an abandoned building. Every so often, the entire building shifts and pieces of the building come hurdling down. It's not the safest place... but we know no one will come looking for us here.

"Great. Let's get answers." I nod to Sam, and we enter the small dark room where our suspect is being detained.

I saunter to the far corner of the room, grilling him with my eyes and leaning back as Sam approaches our suspect.

"Mr. DeVoy." Sam asserts

"I told you, my name is Reshi Mendo. I have no idea who Mr. DeVoy is!!" He is shaking under his blue trousers and beige tunic. His large brown eyes are bulging, mouth shivering half open.

"We don't have time for your games. We have photographic evidence and a perfect DNA match to convict you for your crimes... and around here they don't take that shit lightly." Sam walks closer to him, kneeling to his level to look him directly in the eyes. His hand is resting on his knee casually.

"I already told you, I don't know what you are talking about!! I have never even been to this country!!!" Our detainee shrieks, tears falling from his eyes. I'm starting to lose my patience...

"Your DNA proves otherwise Mr. DeVoy. Now you had better start talking, because we are running out of time and patience." Sam's voice turns stern, and he looks over to me. I tighten my lips and nod.