A series of one shot chapters about Bucky Barnes mostly told in the first person by different people. Stories will reflect different times in the life of James Buchanan Barnes. This is PG rated and any sexual content will be kept to a minimum.
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I thought a good one shot would be an account of Steve and Bucky's flight to Siberia then to Wakanda after the confrontation with Tony Stark. In the movie Captain America: Civil War there were only a couple of brief scenes shortly after they left the destroyed airport in Germany then another just after they touched down in Siberia. I hope you enjoy this interpretation of that time. Some scenes from the movie are included but I chose to use different dialogue.
"Damn," said Steve, looking at the rear display in the quinjet as we flew away from Leipzig Airport. "Rhodes...."
"What happened?" I asked, unbuckling and coming towards the pilot's seat.
Steve was quiet for a moment then took a breath. "Not sure but Colonel Rhodes suit was damaged. He fell to the ground."
It was as if all the air was sucked out of my lungs and I almost stumbled. Another person, hurt or worse, because of me. I could feel my eyes burning as the tears threatened to fall. Steve quickly put the jet on autopilot and got out of the seat, grabbing hold of my shoulders.
"Bucky, don't," he said. "It wasn't your fault."
"We just destroyed an airport, and a man has been hurt, possibly killed, because you and your friends were fighting for me," I said. "Of course, it's my fault. How many people were injured in Bucharest, then how many did the Soldier kill in Berlin when that man activated me?
I slid down to the floor, slouching against the wall. I was done. Everything the authorities said about me was true. No matter what, I brought death and destruction with me. Wiping the wet from my face I drew my knees up and rested my arms on them.
"I know you don't want to hear this but I'm going to keep saying it," said Steve, kneeling down in front of me. "We chose to fight for you. The special forces in Bucharest were there to kill you. You had the right to defend yourself and I could see you pulled your punches and tried your best to make sure to leave them alive. As for the Winter Soldier, what he did is on that fake doctor, not on you. He knew what would happen and he used you to get information then to get away."
"Doesn't matter," I said. "The result is still the same. HYDRA turned me into a killing machine and that's all I've known for 70 years."
"That's not true and you know it," he said, sitting back on his heels. "Summer Alder-Marsh, her granddaughter Megan, and her friend Tamsin Murray."
I looked up at him in surprise. "How do you know those names?"
"Rebecca told me," he said, studying my face for my reaction. "Then I sought them out myself."
"Rebecca? Is she still alive?" My voice cracked. Was it really possible? Did Summer connect with my sister? "She knows about me?"
"She knows what was done to you," confirmed Steve. He stood up and held out his hand. "We have a long flight to Siberia, and I think we need to talk some things out before we get there."
