𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒☘︎︎

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Bucky had a lot of wonderful traits, but the one even his father complained about was his arrogance.

He never thought of traps, he always assumed he was one step ahead, so when he walked onto the 50th floor, gun drawn, he was immediately ambushed, taking a pistol whip to the head, and a gunshot to his stomach. The room suddenly started spinning as Tony's men lowered him into a chair, the metallic taste of blood filling his senses before he leaned forward, saliva and blood mixing as it hit the floor. "You're wife is pretty fucking smart Barnes," Tony chuckled, walking into the room with a glass of whiskey, sitting on the chair in front of him, "beauty and brains, I see why you were so focused on her." He concluded his sentence, taking a long drink of the chilled alcohol.

Bucky flared his nostrils, blinking slowly to gain his surroundings, before he focused on Tony again. "What did you do to her?" Bucky growled, ignoring the blood pouring from his abdomen, staining his crisp white shirt, the pain was barely there, used to being shot nearly every week before he settled into a comfortable world with Addison. "Nothing I promise," The glass clanked as Tony set it against the coffee table, bringing his hands up in defense as he reached for the knife tucked in his belt, eyes trailing the blade, "I barely even made her bleed. I promise." Tony smirked, watching Bucky's eyes lock on the small trail of blood that rested on the polished metal. "You think you're smart don't you?" Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he looked to where his arms were placed against the sides of the chair, tied with rope, his head rolling back. "I have you tied up, bleeding out, and delusional so yes."

If Bucky's arrogance was his worst trait, Tony's inflated ego would be the mans demise.

"What do you want from her, what do all of you want from her?" Bucky asked, his eyes unfocusing before focusing quickly back on Tony, blue eyes meeting brown as Tony offered his own cruel smile. "She has enough information that could bring every single one of the families you call allies down, why do you trust her to not turn on you? Are you that blind James?" Tony taunted, tapping against his table, a hologram appearing before Bucky's eyes, the camera focusing on Steve and Addison, her head against his chest while he held her in the safety of a supply closet, gunshots echoing around the room. "She seems awfully comfortable with your step brother," Tony stated calmly, watching the rage form behind Bucky's blue eyes, "would be a shame if the two of them worked together, to overthrow you."

Bucky closed his eyes, trying to simmer the fire that was forming in his chest. 'She loves you, she's loyal to you', he repeated the sentence like a mantra trying to calm himself down. "Steve," Addison's voice ripped through the air, Bucky's eyes opening to see Steve wrapping an arm around her tightly, slipping them further into the shadow, "I'm scared." Addison whispered, clinging onto the back of his shirt. "I know, I'm sorry." Steve whispered, his hand on the back of her head before Tony shut the camera down, looking over at Bucky, a smirk forming on his lips. "They look cozy," Tony shrugged, leaning forward to tug the rope free, handing Bucky a glass of whiskey, "so again, I ask, how do you know they're not going to turn on you?"

He didn't, he was so solidified in his love for Addison that he felt like he had been blindsided by the information that they could be working against him. His heart was telling him it wasn't true, but Tony was so convincing, so sure of his words as he taunted Bucky. But what if it was just a taunt? George always said that others would play on his weakness, on his fears. He had spent the past months of his life loving a woman, nursing open wounds, loving scars, spending moments that he could never replace. His whole life Steve had been by his side, his best friend, his brother, his right hand man. He trust those two people with his life. His mothers words danced around his brain as he worked his emotions out, a deep breath leaving his lips as her voice appeared in his head.