Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Thirty Eight

A/N

Hey guys, I know these chapters are/are going to be a little boring, but it has to be done to set up the final scene, so please bear with me!

As always, thanks for reading :)

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"You didn't see anyone..." Bucky gestured his hand from behind the wheel, "...out of place?"

"Not really. I mean," Sam sighed as he leaned back in the passenger seat, racking his brain, "I don't know, maybe. Either way, it wouldn't matter because we don't know what the powerbroker looks like."

"Right."

Sam eyed Bucky oddly, then tried to refocus his mind onto the packet before him, full of information he had to memorize about Milo Levin. However, no matter how many times Sam read the lines, he couldn't absorb it when Bucky was acting so weird.

"What do you know that I don't?"

Bucky heaved a sigh, not answering as if he were contemplating keeping a secret,

"You remember those two kids? The brothers we saved from Kansas," he clarified, making Sam nod.

"Yeah, well, before I knew you were in trouble, the older one, kept bugging me about checking on you. Said you were in danger," Bucky recalled, before then finally biting the bullet, "He said you were with the powerbroker."

"What?" Sam's face dropped, a slight nausea waving over him, "There's no way. I wasn't with anyone other than the hostages."

"You wouldn't have seen him."

"No, James," Sam tried to make him understand, "They were trapped inside a coded door; no one was with me other than the people who got on that plane."

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed, "No, there's no way. Malik, the kid, he seemed so sure. Like he knew exactly who the powerbroker was."

"So he could identify him?"

"Potentially."

"Aren't we putting him in danger then? By going back to talk to him?" Sam questioned, worry etching onto his face.

"Yes and no. I mean, it's a risk," Bucky admitted, "But that's why I waited to visit the refugees, to see if anyone else would go first, but no one did so I think he hasn't told anyone. Plus, we're out of options here. If you're right and no one else was there other than the refugees, then the powerbroker is with them."

"Shit," Sam leaned back with a sigh, running his left hand across his forehead. He subconsciously grabbed his shoulder, the stab wound from the bar still only halfway healed. He hadn't complained at all; he couldn't bring himself to relive the humiliation.

"The kid's gonna be in danger either way. He and his brother were born into chaos, and the powerbroker will be after them until he's stopped," Bucky spoke the truth that Sam wouldn't say aloud, "Completely."

Sam gave Bucky a knowing look, "What do you mean, completely?"

"You know exactly what I-," Bucky cut himself off by slamming on the brakes, immediately grabbing Sam's chest as his body jerked forward.

"What the hell, James?!" Sam exclaimed as he tried to get his heart rate to lower.

"Sorry. Just stay right here, don't move," Bucky instructed, getting out of the car and leaving Sam rushing after him.

"What? No! You can't just-," Sam quickly quieted down once he saw who Bucky was looking at, a vaguely familiar woman.

"I told you to stay in the car," Bucky's irritation was evident in his voice.