THIRD PERSON POV
In an abandoned warehouse Bucky woke up with his metallic left arm clamped in a huge industrial vice. Steve peers through a gap at a chopper flying overhead.
"Hey, Cap!" Sam calls out. Steve goes over to join him by Bucky who sits with his arm in the vice. They stare at him.
"Steve"
"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve said
"Your mom's name was Sarah" Bucky said softly, he then stayed quiet "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." he continued smiling at the memory
"Can't read that in a museum." Now smiling confirming that Bucky is in his real self.
"Just like that, we're suppose to be cool?" Sam asked, still skeptical about trusting Bucky just like that.
"What did I do?" Bucky asked, he now realized what Sam is implying to.
"Enough" Steve said wanting to not further give Bucky anything on what happened. He's got enough of it. He knows that his friend remembers everything he did when he was still the winter soldier and he also knows that Bucky is blaming himself and can't accept that he did that.
"Oh, God, Was Aya also there? is she alright? I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn word" said worried about his raven haired friend and everything that he did when he is under control because of the trigger words.
"Aya's fine" Steve said, Bucky let out a relieved sigh but that doesn't lessen his guilt because of what might he did to her and to others.
"Who was he?" Steve continued
"I don't know." Bucky said
"People are dead. The bombing, the setup. The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than "I don't know."" Bucky seems to remember something
" He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where."
" Why would he need to know that?" Steve asked, Bucky then look at him grimly
"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier.
AYA'S POV
We are all now back at the glass walled office in the control room. Nat and I are sitting on the chair while Dad remain standing behind Nat. Secretary Ross arrived pissed off that Bucky along with Sam and Steve got away.
"I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" He said looking at us then turned his back to look at the monitors. Nat and I remain quiet since we both don't have any idea where there are.
"We will. GSG-9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it." Dad said
"You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle." Secretary Ross said still not looking at us. Dad slowly walks towards Secretary Ross is "It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this" the secretary continues
"What happen when the shooting starts? What, do you kill Steve Rogers?" Nat said joining the conversation
"If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers." Secretary said. They were planning to kill Bucky that time. They don't even have proof that it was really Bucky who did the bombing. A mere footage is not enough specially if they haven't talk to the person they are putting the blame on to. I was planning to talk some sense to the secretary but Nat put a hand on my arm. I look at her and she mouth "no"
"There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math." Dad now sitting in front of the secretary and they are facing each other.
"All due respect, you're not going to solve this with boys in bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in"
"How would that end any differently from the last time?"
"Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. 72 hours, guaranteed." Dad said, confident that he will be able to do the task in his given time. Secretary Ross look at him
"36 hours. Barnes. Rogers. Wilson." Ross said while making his way out of the office.
"Thank you, sir." I heard my dad said. I look at the secretary until he's out of sight. "My left arm is numb, is that normal?" I heard my dad continue now I tore my eyes off of the door and put my eyes on my dad. He was massaging his left collarbone. I hurriedly walk taking a sit in front of him. I put my hand on his I look at him in the eyes. I saw Nat walking towards him patting his right shoulder.
"You alright?" Dad look at her
"Always." He answered then he look at me. We may currently have our misunderstandings but I cannot stop worrying about him, I know his anxiety is still there, it's just that he rarely had an attack unless he was just hiding it from me and Pepper.
"Still worried about me kid?" He asked lightly smirking. I just rolled my eyes then soft green light emitted from my hands calming him I also tried healing his massive black eye and the cut on his brow "36 hours, jeez."
"We're seriously understaffed." Nat said. I look at them
"Are you guys seriously doing it?" I asked finished healing dad let his hand go. He sighed them look at me.
"You know it is needed to be done. If we will not agree to this then Avengers will be dismissed. I am trying to avoid that" He said
"But isn't that what's happening now? We are not a team anymore. You, Nat and Vision versus Steve, Bucky and Sam. Isn't that supposed to be You, Nat, Vision, Steve, Sam and now Bucky versus to whatever alien or bad guys attacking earth?" I asked, I don't usually cry in front of people as much as possible but my vision is slowly getting blurry from unshed tears. I blinked my eyes and quickly wipe it away. I just stared at the monitors and people who were walking around outside the office. I think I have zoned out way too far since suddenly I felt dad tapping my shoulder. I look at him.
"What?" I asked bewildered. I really don't have any idea of what they talk about. He just motioned for me to follow him. I look at Nat who smiling at me then I look back at dad. I slightly shake my head then still ended up following him.
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