Winter's Veil || BUCKY X FEM!OC

*CHAPTER 7*

"Does anyone have a pair of sunglasses? Hangovers are a bitch and these lights aren't helping," I croaked, gesturing to the warm light strips running down the empty hallway, illuminating the windowless corridor.

The two superheroes walking either side of me ignored me, each one firmly gripping one of my upper arms in case I made a run for it, or so I wouldn't trip and fall spectacularly in my heels. They both were taller than me, The captain by far, despite the precarious shoes. I still had my handcuffs on, which now rubbed painfully against my wrists.

They had taken me out of the interrogation room, and we were making our way to what looked like a lift. It had sleek silver doors, very minimalist, very expensive. It made me question where I was, because no government would invest this much money into some doors.

Their important footsteps resounded effortlessly in unison against the muted flooring, whereas my uneven heels guaranteed I stumbled and wobbled down the long hallway.

We eventually made it to the door which automatically slid open to reveal a grey, modern interior. I waited for one of them to press a button but there didn't seem to be any. My face scrunched in confusion and I peered up at the two of them. Roger's gloomy facade cracked and a sly smile crept upon his face. He looked towards the ceiling as he cleared his throat.

"Hey FRIDAY, take us to the common room." He proudly stated, as if he was addressing a friend.

An automated voice sprung to life from the hidden speakers, responding to the Captain's request with a "Certainly sir".

I flinched when the voice boomed in the small room, and my legs became jelly as we swiftly rose countless levels. I didn't miss the smirk Romanoff had on when she looked over at me, making me straighten my hunched back and push down my erratic heartbeat. I glared into her emerald eyes which she returned with a playful smile dancing across hers, I jutted out my chin and whipped my head to face the wall.

They hadn't told me where they were taking me after I'd agreed, and the further we rose, the more the possibility of them just throwing me off the building became true. In the blissful moment of silence, I tried to figure out what my next move would be, swipe an ID off a worker and make a run for it out of wherever I was. It was stupid and rash, but so was I.

Just as I was devising the details of this plan, the doors rolled open to reveal a vast room roughly two levels high. I gasped in amazement as I processed what I was seeing.

Grey marble flooring encompassed the room, to my left was a sleek dining table with 12 smart cream leather seats gathered around it. Behind the table was one of the largest kitchens I had ever seen, complete with an industrial oven and hob, a huge silver fridge, numerous cabinets, and an island that complimented the cool tones of the counters. Scattered along the counters were various appliances including a toaster, microwave and a... pasta maker?

Why would they need a pasta maker in a house of emotionless soldiers?

I turned my head to the right, only to be faced with the glaring sun. I squinted my eyes as confusion stirred inside me. Colossal windows stretched all the way to the far end of the room, overlooking the remarkable New York skyline in the late afternoon. My eyes widened when I recognised the city I grew up in, which Rogers seemed to pick up on.

"You lived in New York?" He asked, facing me as he did so, even though his tight grip never faltered on my arm.

"Where am I?" I spat back, desperate for an answer. My head was spinning with panic, and my hangover was not helping, ideas of what building I was in were spewing out of my brain, but I hadn't been here in so long, it was difficult to keep track of every skyscraper in New York.