Otherwise Known As... | Bucky Barnes

Chapter (65) Sixty-Five ~ ...the girl who helped fix things

"Agent Stark." A rough voice shouted out, making me turn my head to see T'Challa in his Black Panther suit.

"You're Highnus I'm sorry to disappoint but we are in no condition to fight right now." I sighed, adjusting my hold on Bucky.

"I can see that, but that is not why I called you. Get them in your jet, and follow me. I shall take you somewhere safe where you all can heal."

I took a second, a million questions racing threw my head.

"No offense, but why should I trust you?"

"Because I now believe you when you say it was not Mr. Barnes' fault for my father's murder."

"Yeah, okay." I sucked in a breath, knowing that he probably heard everything. "Do you know what happened to Zemo?"

"He is in my own jet, awaiting transport to our cells in Wakanda. He shall pay for what he has done to my father. And what he has done to all of you."

"Thank you." I nodded.

"Come on, Steve, you've gotta help me out still," I grumbled, adjusting Bucky's wait on me again when Steve started slipping.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Let's go." He tiredly nodded, and we brought Bucky into the ship together, laying him down across the seats while Steve carelessly flopped on the floor.

"Where are we going?" Steve asked as he tried his best to get comfortable.

"Wakanda."

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T'Challa's country was absolutely beautiful, and I was blown away by all of the amazing technology. Once we landed, I got out of the pilot's seat and walked over to the passed-out men behind me.

"Guys, come on. We're here." I nudged Bucky, being careful with him while I kicked Steve's hip.

"Ow, Oliv!" Steph grumbled, slowly sitting up. "Was that necessary?"

"It got you up, didn't it?" I asked back, watching as Bucky started stirring, almost falling off the seats.

"Hey hey hey, careful. Don't want you falling on top of Steph here." I smirked, holding onto the brunette shoulders.

"Sorry." His gruff voice mumbled, still clouded by sleep.

"It's alright. Now come on, we're here."

Steve and I slowly helped Bucky down the ramp, being met with about a dozen people surrounding the jet. Most seemed to be soldiers, while the others were doctors or T'Challa himself.

"Set him up here. You shall all be well taken care of." The king nodded to the stretcher the doctors were pushing toward us.

Steve and I nodded, helping Bucky up as instructed. Once he was steady, the doctors started to push him away, but his strong grip on my hand stopped them.

"Hey, I'll be right behind you, okay? I promise I won't leave." I sent a comforting smile, gently rubbing his fingers with my free hand.

Once his hand was loose from mine, Bucky was quickly rushed away, Steve and I trailing behind him with T'Challa.

"You may all stay for as long as you like. I'm sure my sister, Shuri, would love having you around to pick your brain a bit, Agent Stark. She loves talking to other brilliant women."

"Thank you, you're too kind." I blushed at the compliment.

"It is true." T'Challa shrugged. "You will be led to your rooms once you have all been checked over by one of our doctors. I will also have my sister take a look at Mr. Barnes' arm to see what can be done there."