Some hours later we were all back on the plane traveling back to New York. My arm still hurt but at least the bleeding had already stopped and was already starting to scab over. My head was still pounding as well but it was much more tolerable than earlier. The guys had changed out of their uniforms while I still sat in my normal scuffed-up clothes. I made a mental note for next time to bring extra leather.
Bucky was sitting on top of some crates, staring down at the floor for a while now. Not saying a word.
"Are you alright, Buck?" I asked. He nodded in response.
"Let's take the shield. Let's take the shield and do this ourselves." Bucky mumbled.
"We can't just run up on a man, beat him up, and take it," Sam said. "Do you remember what happened last time we stole it?"
"What happened?" I asked.
"Sharon was branded enemy of the state."
"Who's Sharon?"
"An ex SHIELD agent. She helped us when she easily couldn't have. She risked a lot and basically lost it all. On top of that, Steve and I were on the run for two years. I don't know about you, Buck, but I don't want to live the rest of my live la vida loca. We just got our asses handed to us by super soldiers and Elara got hurt. After all that we got nothing to show."
Great, now I'm a burden now.
"Not entirely true," Bucky whispered. He jumped down from the boxes and sat in between me and Sam. "There is someone that you both should meet."
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"So, why are we in Baltimore?" I asked.
"You'll see," Bucky said.
Sam and I followed him down the street, both of us confused as hell. We approached a couple of kids sitting on the street. The littlest one's eyes went wide with excitement as they recognized Sam.
"Hey! It's Black Falcon! What's up!?"
"It's just Falcon, kid." Sam corrected.
"No, no. My daddy told me it's Black Falcon."
"Is it because I'm Black and I'm the Falcon?"
"Well, technically, I mean, yes?"
"Sam please stop messing with the kid," I begged.
"No. So, are you like, Black Kid?" Both Sam and the older kid started cracking up. I practically dragged him away by the arm. "Hey, you gotta admit, I got 'em."
"Yes, Sam. You roasted a 7-year-old. You should be so proud."
"Come on guys, just a little bit farther," Bucky said from up ahead. We followed him as he walked up the brick stairs to a pretty run-down-looking house. The wood was barely keeping up and the paint was all cracked and chipped.
I looked to the side to see some kids throwing around a football in the yard. They eyed up all three of us, questioning what three strangers would want. Bucky knocked on the door that had a no-trespassing sign attached to it. Finally, what looked to be a teenager opened the door.
"We're here to see Isaiah," Bucky said in a friendly tone.
"Nobody named Isaiah lives here."
"Look, we just want to talk to him."
"You must not hear what I just said. Ya'll ain't getting in this house. Ya'll can leave now."
"Tell him the guy from the bar in Goyang is here. He's going to know what that means."
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Retaliation
ActionKai-Ness is a special Kree that was captured by an evil team of Skrulls and is used for experiments. They plan on using her 7th sense as a means for destruction throughout the universe. While captured, she discovers that the one that killed her fami...
