The Blue Siren and the Winter Soldier | Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 8

Bucky and I met Sam at the entrance to the shipyard. He was leaning against a wooden post sticking up from the ground. He took off his sunglasses as he saw us approach, "D'you guys carpool?"

Bucky and I glanced at each other, "We met on our way here," Bucky lied.

"Which boat is it?" I asked Sam. The dock was large and several rusted boats lined the marina. There was no way for us to search each individual ship.

"It's called the 'Sub-Mariner'. Torres was able to pinpoint the exact location from the tracking device we planted on that Super Soldier. Should be the last ship along the marina here," Sam gestured to the several boats lined up behind us.

The three of us began walking down the pier. Bucky lightly placed a hand on my back for a quick moment. I smiled up at him and he winked. Sam was walking ahead of us so he didn't see our little interaction. I didn't know how I felt about keeping our relationship from Sam. We were fighting the same battle, so I didn't see the point in hiding. However, Bucky and Sam had a tumultuous relationship, to say the least. The decision was up to him, ultimately, and I respected that.

We finally reached the ship. It was a medium size supply ship with several metal storage units along it. Sam jumped up and hung onto the steel ladder leading up to the main part of the ship. He looked around, making sure no one was on it. It looked empty, so Bucky followed him and then guided me up as well. We carefully crept around the storage units, each one pressed close to the other.

"Are you sure this is it?" Bucky whispered, taking out his gun from his holster.

"It has to be," Sam replied.

I studied the units, confused by their shape. I couldn't quite pinpoint it, but there was something off about them. I ran my hand along one of the rigid metal walls, some rusted paint coming off onto my fingers. I bent down to the ground, where the unit seemed to not only be secured to the boat, but actually soldered down. Were the crates being used as a decoy? Storage crates like those weren't just adhered to the boat carrying them.

"Found something?" Sam asked.

"I don't know..." I replied. I stood up and walked to the front of the crate. I carefully unlatched the hook and motioned for Bucky and Sam to follow me. I walked into the unit, my footsteps echoing in the metallic air. There was nothing in there.

"It's empty...I'm starting to think this was a waste of-" Bucky's voice trailed off as I pushed against the back wall of the crate. To our surprise, the wall detached and we heard music coming from the other side. I looked back at the two of them, who were just as confused as I was.

Bucky motioned for me to stay behind him and he walked into the secret room, gun drawn. Sam came in behind me. I looked around. Sure enough, we were now in a complete laboratory space. Tables of chemicals, microscopes, and other equipment created a maze-like effect throughout the place. I was amazed at what I saw, though albeit a little scared. I was so focused by our environment that I didn't notice the wild-haired man sitting at one of the tables on the opposite side of the room. Sam and Bucky walked slowly towards him, both with their guns in front of them. Sam found the source of the music, a record player sitting on one of the work benches. As he stopped the music, the man jumped and turned to us.

"Who are you? What do you want?" His voice was nervous and shaky. His eyes darted between the three of us, unable to process what was happening.

Bucky and Sam both pointed their guns at him. Sam was the first to speak, "Get up, now." The man shot out of his chair with his hands in the air. Sam grabbed his shoulder and moved him to the center of the room, "You know who we are?" Sam asked.