Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Thirty-Three

"You're never- gonna...." the man struggled beneath Bucky's grip, "....find him."

"I won't?"

"Not from me," the man began to thrash, not that it fazed his assailant.

Bucky narrowed his eyes as his head tilted up, "Maybe not. Maybe I've been too kind."

The man's eyes widened as they fixated on the unconscious bodies littering the tunnel in a trail. The dim lights made the trail all the more ominous, the trail that lead to the one and only James Buchanan Barnes.

"I'm not killer, not anymore anyway," Bucky gripped the man's throat, "But if you don't tell me where Sam is in the next three seconds, I swear you'll wish I was."

Bucky waited a moment, before beginning to squeeze the man's throat, "Three..."

"Two..." Bucky waited, before clicking his tongue impatiently, "Fine, have it your way."

He raised his fist, "On-,"

Bucky was cut off by a strong force flinging him off the man, a heavy grunt having come from behind it. His attacker was hidden the the shadows of the tunnel, and Bucky watched as his victim scrambled for freedom. Bucky pushed himself up angrily, grabbing the object that had bruised his torso before pausing.

A shield.

"Sam?" Bucky dropped the shield to his side, trying to make out Sam's figure, but with no avail. Footsteps echoed through the tunnel, making Bucky begin to chase as well.

"Hey!" Bucky called, quickly realizing that the shadow was too fast to be Sam.

He ran with all his might, though still falling short as a result of the person's knowledge of the tunnels. He sped up a little more, which turned to bite him in the ass as he ran into a different person.

"Shit!" Bucky cursed as he and the figure fell to the ground. He immediately pushed his head up, but he couldn't see the shadow any longer. He hit the floor in anger, "Dammit!"

"Bucky?"

Bucky's scowl dropped as soon as he heard the voice, dropping the shield, "Sam?"

"You came," Sam blinked in surprise.

Bucky fell to his knees, all chasing long forgotten, "I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"

Sam shook his head, forcing himself to sit up, "No. Well, I wasn't until you ran into me."

Bucky laughed breathlessly, "Damn you. Who was that?"

"I dunno," Sam grabbed his neck in pain, his eyebrows knitting in confusion, "Where'd you get my shield?"

"From that guy," Bucky gestured, before noticing the sweat and blood mixed on Sam's forehead.

He pushed himself to his feet, offering a hand to Sam, "Doesn't matter, we'll figure it out later. We've gotta get out of here."

"Yeah," Sam grunted, pulling himself up, "Not sure how to though."

Bucky handed Sam the shield, pressing his lips together, "Follow me."

Sam did as he was told, though his breath remained heavy. He didn't have to tell Bucky he was in pain; he knew. Sam could tell by the way Bucky set his pace, but he didn't mind. He had heard what Bucky said.

"I was worried for a second there," Sam joked,
"Didn't think you'd come."

"Me either."

"I told you not to," Sam reminded him.

"But I did."

A silence fell over the two, besides the sound of Sam's breath. He answered the question he knew lingered in the back of Bucky's mind.