"Bucky hasn't had any incidents since DC! The Winter Soldier only came out with HYDRA's influence. He's a different person now - he's his own person now!"
You're running - well, it's more of a quick jog to avoid crashing into anyone. You can barely see anything, the long hallways only being luminated in dull emergency lights and those annoying flashing red alarms. Even if you could see perfectly, you'd still be having a horrible time keeping up with Steve anyways.
"I got that already, but it doesn't change the fact that something's wrong right now whether it involves the Winter Soldier or not! I'm going to find out what!" Only then does he stop, halting in place to face you for the first time since you've both left that interrogation room," you need to stay here. It might be-"
"-Like Hell I'm staying here! Bucky's in trouble!" While Steve may have stopped, you continue right past him, picking up your pace.
He doesn't appreciate your stubbornness any day let alone in this particular moment where order is needed most, yet there's no time for him to start another argument. Instead, he chases after you down a path weaved around all the panic-stricken agents.
If thinking clearly, you'd realize that you have no idea where Bucky actually is in this gigantic building and neither does Steve; as criminals who helped a felon try escaping, you couldn't be trusted with his location.
"Sharon said he's at sub-level five, East Wing!" As your savior, Sam suddenly joins your duo with the exact information needed. Thankfully, you had already been going in the right direction.
Not wasting time with an elevator even if it could run on backup power, you utilize a steep staircase until reaching the sub-level floor in question. It's there that you hesitate, stopping slightly in the entryway as you gaze over the (hopefully) unconscious bodies of guards littered across the ground.
Deep down, you're beginning to worry. You trust Bucky and you trust that he'd be smarter than to hurt all these people trying to escape a highly secured facility, but could this really be the work of the Winter Soldier? You were truthful when you said he hasn't had any incidents since DC, so why all of the sudden?
What you do know for certain is that something else is at hand here. The UN meeting, now this...It means Bucky's in danger. That thought alone is enough to push you forward, although you're stopped by Steve's heavy hand upon your shoulder.
He leads you behind himself, taking the lead through the dark room where he quietly and slowly creeps around the fallen guards. Sam and you follow, staying alert for anyone who might still be awake enough to say what has happened. They might even be able to tell you where Bucky went and if he's alone. You hope that's the case - that someone else attacked these people and that he, himself, had managed to get away from the danger in time.
Fortunately, there's one person still conscious. A man calls out from where he lays limply across the floor at the end of the room, but contrary to your expectations, Steve, who is the first to make it to the man's side, doesn't provide him any aid.
Steve grabs the man by his coat, using it to effortlessly lift him up against the nearest wall, demanding sternly, "who are you? What do you want?"
You might've been more concerned if not for how stone-faced the man remained during this interaction. He shows no surprise towards Steve's actions which tells you all you need to know. Perhaps he's a known enemy to Cap or maybe your friend just has good intuition, whatever the case, you don't get a chance to hear the man's reply.
You barely see it - honestly, you wouldn't have seen it if not for Sam grabbing your shirt collar, suddenly yanking you back with a shout just in time for a fist to fly mere centimeters in front of your face. Your grasp is echoed out by the terrible sound this fist makes when crashing into the stone wall, although you'd rather it be that than the original target it was aiming for.
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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fiksi PenggemarGiven your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it's no wonder that most people refer to you as an 'old soul' who would've rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but wi...