Eight

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WAKANDA, 2018

We walked out to a field. Sheep roaming in back. I walked up to an open case. A new arm. Black with rose-gold accents.

"Where's the fight?" Buck asked.

"On its way." King T'Chala stated.

The night before

"You sure about this?" I says looking into the flames.

"I won't let you hurt anyone." She said.

She started listing the words in russian.

"Longing" so far I felt nothing.

"Rusted." I felt a pain flicker in the back of my head.

"Seventeen" I gripped my torso.

"It's not gonna work." I say my boice shaking.

"Daybreak"  I tried just focusing on the flames dancing.

"Furnace" memories from HYDRA flashed in my head as I fought back.

"Nine" I practically held my breath.

"Benign" I looked down. My hair falling infront of my face.

"Homecoming." I felt my eyes well with tears.

"One"

"Freight car" I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I looked up into the fire.

"You are free." She said in english a smile on her face.

I looked back down more tears rolling down my face.

"You are free." She repeated. I looked up holding my hand to my mouth. I couldn't believe it.

We stood about 3 metres away from her. She walked closer.

"How could you free him?" She asks, anger in her voice.

"We need his help." Buck stated. She started walking circles around us.

"With time, will, and the resources,  the Soldier programming was removed from you like two rotten furs."

"We're grateful for that. I'm grateful for everything you and Shuri have done..." I say.

"Zemo murdered our King T'Chaka at the U.N. The man who chose us. Who chose me to protect him." She said lowly.

"I understand." Bucky said.

"Very little, if anything, of our loss and our shame." She snapped.

"He's a means to an end." Bucky stated in Wakandan.

"Eight hours, White and Red Wolf. Then we come for him." She said sternly. She reached her hand of for the spheres. We each put one in her hand. She walked away.

We got to the place Zemo and Sam went. We opened the  tall black metal and glass door. It was somewhat a house. We found Sam sitting at a counter island. I flopped down onto the couch looking up at the ceiling.

"Well, the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time." Buck said walking up to Sam.

"Were you followed?" Sam asked quickly.

"No."

"How can you be so sure?" Zemo said pouring himself a glass or liquor.

"Cause I know when we're being followed." I stated standing up from the couch.

"It was sweet of you to defend me atleast." Zemo added turning from the stained glass window.

"Hey, you shut it. No one's defending you. You killed Nagel." Sam snapped.

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