Riley's Girl

The Hunt Begins

-Sam's Perspective- 

You're busy searching every network you have, using every contact you can trust to track down the flagsmashers and more importantly - Y/N. Your computer pinging numerous times with responses, results, still coming up dry. But you weren't giving up. Not on her, not now. 

"Do you have to type so loud?" Zemo grumbles out behind you. 

You turn behind you to find a very melodramatic Zemo lying on the sofa. Damp blue flannel sprawled across his forehead and eyes, tumbler of bourbon in his hand which was lay on his chest. 

You can't help but chuckle, he looked ridiculous. "Well one of us has to track down the flagsmashers." you retort. 

"Well we can simply go out in the streets and find information that way. Speaking to actual people can be know as quite the resource Sam. Typing that loudly isn't doing anything except amplifying my headache." 

"Yeah, I'm sure that Bourbon is helping that headache of yours." you chuckle at him, turning back to your computer as another ping comes through.

"I've been imprisoned for years. I'm allowed to indulge, it'd be better to do it in a bit of silence." His sighs as he finishes his sentence. 

The attitude from his last sentence hits a nerve with you, instantly angering you. Raising your head from your computer, you slowly turn towards him, snarling at him "We agreed, you'd take this seriously Zemo." frustration apparent in each word. 

"And I will. but we first require some muscle in doing so. Which has currently wandered off." he says tiredly. 

You sigh, your hatred you had for him was only increasing with every passing second. The reminder of the breakdown of the avengers because of his vendetta, the fact he was the only resourceful person you could depend on in the current fight and his information and apparent intelligence was the only daving grace Y/N had. 

Promise to take care of her. Those words have rung in your ears for over a decade, he asked you long before he died, the second he realised she was the one he made you swear she'd have you there if he never was. 

The last 5 years weren't your fault but every year before that, you abandoned her, you allowed to survive alone... you had already broken that promise you made your bestfriend and you were willing to do anything to make up for that. 

Including working with an arch enemy. This was going to be a tough road to ride. But it had to be worth it. 

"Sam?" Zemo questions, pulling you out of your trance. 

"Look Zemo, if I find the flagsmashers before Bucky gets back, we get straight to work once he gets back. So quit your whining, because you're slowing my progress." 

Zemo's whining drowned out all of the noise coming in and out of the room, because you didn't hear Bucky come back until he started droning on. 

"You won't be going after them Sam. You need to stop. It's pointless." In his usual aggravated voice. He was oozing frustration, as he shrugged his leather jacket off, throwing it onto the back of one of the bar chairs sat at the kitchen island. 

Before you can even reply Zemo sits up, watching Bucky walk in, following him through the room "well I see that the sunshine has returned." Zemo spits out. 

The chuckle that escapes you was completely accidental, but it was genuinely funny.

"Oh, is that so? Who says Buck? You?" you scoff, shaking your head, going back to your computer screen as it once again pings. More and more pieces of information coming through, albeit nothing tangible or useful. 

"No Y/N." Bucky bites back. 

You stop in your tracks, standing up to look Bucky in the eye, you watch as he cooly pour himself a drink, whilst you were gobsmacked "What did you just say?" you say dumfounded. 

 "She's here." he utters out.

You were both stood looking blankly at eachother, your mind racing, your heart pounding, your palms sweating. She was here. She was alive. 

Y/N was within reach. Now time to find her and bring her home.