A Little Calm...

Tracker

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

- your apartment -

Bucky
"What do you mean you're not getting it back?"

Sam
"Just calm down, let me explain-"

Bucky
"No! Y/n could be lying half dead somewhere, in pain, and you've made zero effort. This is the quickest way to get her back and you're acting like it's negotiable!"

Sam
"No, it's not negotiable Bucky, and that's the issue!"

Bucky shoots him a warning glance, knowing the point he's about to try and make.

Sam
"Once we do this for Sharon, we show that we're under her thumb. Think, Buck. We have no guarantee that she'll hand y/n back once she has the shipment, and I'll bet she won't let our security clearance slip through her grasp so easily."

Bucky takes a second to control his anger after braking their stare.

Bucky
"So, what? We just sit here and hope she gets bored of torture?"

Sam
"Of course not."

Bucky hides his pain filled face by hanging it low and fixing his eyes on a spot of the floor, dented from where your phone hit it. He stays silent, but accentuates every breath to show his impatience.

Sam
"I'm suggesting a rescue mission. We didn't have enough evidence against Sharon before, but now we've got close to a life sentence's worth."

Bucky
"Sam, we don't even know where she's being kept, let alone if Sharon is even with her."

This time, it was Sam's turn to avoid Bucky's gaze as he layed his cards on the table. No more secrets.

Sam
"That's not completely true. There was a bug, in her shoe. No matter how much you trust her, I had to be sure y/n was genuine. After the whole article thing I started digging and keeping an eye out for anything 'out of sorts'."

As Bucky begins to realise Sam's invasion into his and your private life, the anger begins to swell once more.

Sam
"I stopped checking it a very long time ago, I promise. But on the off chance that it might be of use, I looked to see if it was still transmitting."

Bucky
"And?"

His tone was short and unemotional.

Sam
"It's a delayed transmission, so that it's harder to trace back to me bu-"

Bucky
"Just spit it out."

Sam takes a short assessment of Bucky, noticing his clenched muscles; an attempt at not blowing up.

Sam
"She stopped transmitting two days after she was taken. It's a maze of warehouses but our guys picked up a known associate of The Powerbroker leaving one of them."

Suddenly, Bucky stands up and marches towards the front door, gathering his things as he does.

Sam
"Where are you going?"

Bucky
"To get her."

Sam
"No you're not, I haven't even told you where it is yet. Sit down, and listen. Please."

Reluctantly and still avoiding looking at Sam as a whole, Bucky comes to sit back down at the table.

Bucky
"This whole time, you knew where she was. You knew how much pain she could be in and how to put a stop to it, and you did nothing."

Sam
"We needed time. Time to be sure, to gather a team. I knew if I told you, you'd go in there all guns blazing and put her in even more danger."

Bucky
"If there is even one scar left on her that we could have prevented, but didn't... It's on you. And I'll make sure she knows it."

Bowing his head in shame, Sam let's Bucky head once more for the door.

Bucky
"By the time I get back, I want you and any remaining spy tech you've hidden in my girlfriend's belongings out of our home. Get your team together and contact me with a time and place. I'll let you help me with this, but after that... we're done."