Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

3. Interrogation

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My foot taps in a rhythm to one of Bob Marley's songs that I am humming in my head. My eyes lazily stare at the two sided mirrors opposite me, knowing that there's people watching me on the other side for the past thirty minutes at least and I was starting to get bored at this tactic to try to get me to squirm but I ain't giving them nothing.

My mouth is dry from the lack of sugar in my body, headache starting to appear from the lack of sleep. I didn't end up sleeping on the flight to New York, and it turns out it was just a murder case to the actually FBI agents. Apparently from what ive heard, they found my candy suckers left on the victims and nicked my DNA off the plastic stick that ive shoved into the victims mouths.

I honestly don't give two shits where i am right now, them men deserve it but luckily i switched my memo and i have ten unsolved cases which links to me but i still murdered two men so im in prison for life now. My wrists were raw because of these stupid cuffs, i would be into this type of role play if it was fun but right now its a fucking waste of my time.

My ass has been numb since i got out of the air craft over an hour ago before coming here, I am on the literal urge to try break these chains to get out of them. My eyes glance over towards the camera pointing directly at me from the side of the room as i tilt my head to the side. I lift my hand as far as i could and did a small wave towards the red flickering light on the camera lens.

I was about to start humming again when the door finally opened, i let out a sigh of relief knowing the sooner this starts the sooner i could hopefully get out of here. If only Tony or my fath-Fury still want me as their actually and not actual daughter.

"Sorry for the long wait." The main FBI agent from before stepped into the room and sat down across from me. He places two document of folders down, along with his coffee flask. He slips on his reading glasses, glancing up at me with an unknown look. "I would have been here earlier but your friends are very hard to communicate with, to understand why you were arrested."

"Can you blame them?" I asked calmly as I leaned back on the chair.

"No guess not. But you would help me out a lot if you would answer some of my questions." The male exclaimed, opening up the first folder on the desk.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up about that." I replied cooly as he gives me a small lipped smile in return.

"Tony said that you were stubborn and wouldn't be up to answering any questions." He hums before flicking a page between his fingers. "Firstly i would like to start that you're in a lot of trouble Ms Jenkins and with the evidence provided, it will be hard for you to protect your claim..." He began, as my foot starts tapping once again. "I'm of course the type of person who sees the evidence and then locks the criminal up straight away but with you.."

"What about me?"

"I can't point it out but i feel like there is more to these killings of yours that what your letting your calm persona go by."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, creasing my brows together, with a dry smile.

He leans back in the chair, crossing his arms across his broaden chest. "Meaning that there's more to the story, so my first questions is.." He tilts his head, staring me right in the eye. "Why did you kill them?"

"And what makes you think that I would tell you anything? I don't trust people like you."

"Why's that?"

"You all seek the same thing." I replied simply.

"What would that be?" He questioned with a raised brow.