Destructive- Bucky Barnes, 18+ story-

Chapter 10

The explosion settled down, revealing Bucky had disappeared. I sighed, looking down at the mask in my hands. I had a small internal battle on whether or not I should put it back on, before facing Steve. I feared the betrayal that was about to reveal itself.

"Thank you, for your help." He said, approaching from behind me. I took a small breath, before turning to face him.

Steve looked at me, his eyes wide with confusion and surprise. He looked me over, his eyes lingering for a moment on the mask, then at something on my chest. I glanced down, and noticed Bucky's dog tags had fallen out from under my shirt during the fight.

"What's going on Trace?" He asked, his eyes finally meeting mine again. I could see him trying to fight the anger. For a moment I wondered if he wouldn't get angry, if he'd just accept what happened, but then his jaw clenched.

"Here's not the place." Natasha cut in, as sirens grew closer, and people started crowding the area, now that the gunfire was done. "Come on." She added. I glanced at her, seeing she was still holding her side. The man, with the metal wings, was helping to support her up.

Steve stared at me for only a couple seconds longer, before turning to follow Natasha and the winged man. I sighed, picked up one of my pistols, then followed them, leaving the crime scene behind. The four of us pushed through the crowd, and got as far away as Natasha could handle. We approached an abandoned building, to catch our breath and calm down.

"I want answers." Steve demanded almost immediately. He was towering over me, with a sharp stare. I tilted my head up, to meet his gaze.

"As you should." I muttered, taking a small step away from him, to have some space.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked. Natasha was sitting on a bench, the winged man tending to her as much as he could.

"I'm Trace Adams-"

"Cut the bullshit." Steve hissed out angrily. I could see the betrayal he felt, cross his eyes when he looked at me. He was hurt. I sighed, and looked down, subconsciously turning the dog tags between my fingers. With a deep breath, I took them off, and tossed them towards Steve.

"My name was Trace Adams before I was married." I stated, watching as he read the name on the dog tags. His eye brows furrowed, more confusion evident. "I married Bucky Barnes in 1946, after we escaped a HYDRA base."

"Bucky died." Steve said, shaking his head.

"You seen him out there today." I pointed out. He looked up at me, the tags still in his hands. "You weren't imagining that." I added. "HYDRA had him brainwashed to become the Winter Soldier to assassinate whomever they please, whenever they please. They've been using him for 50 years consecutively. His assassination list is about two dozen, but his over all kills in likely in the hundreds." I explained further.

"Natasha told me about the Winter Soldier." Steve said quietly, processing things still, as he examined the dog tags again. "You married him in 1946?" He clarified, I nodded, when he looked at me again. "So you've known he was a live this whole time?" He added. I pressed my lips together, then nodded again.

"I have." I answered quietly. "I was under strict instructions not to tell you." I added. Steve scoffed, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"You warned me not to trust SHIELD, yet you still keep their secrets and hide truths. How am I supposed to trust you?!" He exclaimed, I sighed, looking down slightly, finding it hard to meet his gaze.

"I told you not to trust SHIELD." I agreed.

"I didn't realize that included you." He muttered. I glanced up at him, through my fallen hair, and seen his expression had softened slightly, but not enough I felt forgiven.