til forever falls apart (BWWM)

|38|

May is smarter than Shaun. Well, was smarter than Shaun. He hid in one of his many safe houses and tried to throw me off for the longest. But, he's dead now. May, on the other hand, was hiding in plain sight. She didn't trust anyone, not even her men. No one got her location, no one saw where she went, and no one knows what she was doing.

Yet, I've worked with May longer enough to know that her ego will get the best of her. She'll get cocky, think that she got away with it all, and then, she'll come out of hiding. When she does, I'll be there. Ready to finish this.

Until then, I'll live my life as well. Bucky wanted to live in Wakanda, and Carter agreed with him. Those two will get their way no matter what. Carter is taking lessons under Shuri, training to be an engineer for Wakanda. Bucky took off the arm like he promised, saying there wasn't even a fight left in him. Yet, we both know there will always be another fight. I gave up my powers. Well, for harm. I've become a doctor to those in need here. Helping where I can when T'Challa calls, and he rarely calls.

I sighed, wiping the water from my face. Then, I tied my hair up. Bucky and I were visiting back at the compound, packing up everything that we need.

The door opened and shut. I leaned out of the bathroom to see Steve. He crossed his arms to look at me. Here he goes.

"Secretary Ross just dropped a written accord," Great. "And our names are on it." Steve closed his eyes for a moment before stepping closer to me, "He wants a location put on all Avengers at all times. Something about a murder happening involving you."

I brushed past Steve, frowning. "That shouldn't concern him. Plus, I'm not an Avenger." Steve nodded slowly, "We didn't sign away. At least, I didn't. A couple of the guys were trying to fight the good fight, and," Steve shook his head, looking up at me before sighing, "Between losing Bruce and Thor and now you, I don't know who the Avengers are anymore."

He rubbed the back of his neck. I swallowed, "What are you saying?"

"Ross is looking for those who don't sign. It's the Accords all over again. We're leaving. Sam, Wanda, Nat, and I. We can't stay, and if you and Bucky want to watch Carter grow up, you better leave too." He mumbled. Then, he walked out of the room. He mumbled to someone, and when I looked up again, it was Bucky.

"I mean, we were moving to Wakanda anyway," I joked, making light of the situation, "What's gonna happen to Tony and the rest?" I asked. "They signed, thinking it was best." I hung my head low. The Avengers is done for. "I need to go talk to Nat," I whispered. Bucky nodded, letting me walk past him.

I walked to her room, where she was packing. I closed the door behind me, catching her attention. "Coming to say goodbye?" She asked. Her voice was quiet than usual. She didn't want to go, not after she just stopped running from who she was. "How's Wanda taking it?"

"She doesn't want to leave Vis and her brother's things. Don't want to run, but don't want another fight, but I think they're gonna go look for a new home together. Hidden somewhere."

I passed her her shirt and toothbrush. "And what are you gonna go look for?" Nat looked over at me and sighed, "I have a sister I haven't heard from in years. The leads dried up, and there wasn't any contact, to begin with, but I need to look for her."

"I'm sure the Red Room has a trail somewhere. Just got to follow it." I mumbled, standing. Nat nodded, "I might need help. It'll be nice to take down Red Room with a friend." I smiled, "You need me, give me a call, and I'll be there."

* * *

Back in Wakanda, Carter busied herself with work at our kitchen table. Beside, Bucky sat, toying with her radio, trying to pick up any signals from the team. None were coming through. I sat down on their plates, looking at Bucky. "You sure you have the right one?" I asked. Bucky nodded, "Steve and I only ever used this one." I nodded, placing a hand on the back of his neck. "Eat. They'll call soon." He smiled up at me, turning the radio down. He picked up his fork, filled it with spaghetti, and ate.