𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀³ - 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 † 𝘑. 𝘉. 𝘉

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

TW: Threatening attitudes and discussion of torture. (We are over half way through this book, btw!)

[Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift]
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Beverly's POV

To be completely honest with you right now, Bucky is scaring me.

He told us this morning that he had a fina idea for our plan, and made us stay at the hotel as he went to deal with it. I asked a bunch of questions, but he didn't answer any of them. He left that morning, leaving Sam and me in complete confusion. We sat on the end of our beds, watching TV, waiting for him to get back. But, he never did. Instead, he texted us, just an address, telling us to get here quick. So, we did.

Sam and I walk through the broken doors of an abandoned warehouse, the wood rotten and falling apart. The inside is pitch black, and filled with dust particles falling fast and sticking to our clothes. I brush my arm down my sleeves, seeing the dust fly off and stick to anything else in the room. Sam tries to do the same, but his leather jacket makes it harder to do so. We keep walking further inside the warehouse, standing close to each other.

"Bucky," I call out.

But, there is no answer. It is still dark and silent, but Sam and I keep going. Until, we see a small light through a crack of a door. Looking at each other suspiciously, we open the door, seeing a bright yellow ceiling light swinging, more dust falling from it. On the other end of the empty room, stands Bucky, a nervous smile on his face. I relax when I see him, both of us walking up to him.

"Bucky, what's happening?" I ask.

"Look," He raises his hands apologetically.

"Bucky," Sam is skeptical. "Why are we here?"

"Don't get mad." Bucky looks over to his side.

We do the same, seeing a side door opening, heavy footsteps walking through the frame. I can't exactly put a name to the face, but I do recognise him. He looks a little bit different with these high-end clothes, but his face is what strikes me. This is the 'doctor' who tried to make Bucky and me change into the other versions of ourselves a few years ago, and then was there when Tony was fighting Steve, Bucky, and me.

"No," Sam shakes his head.

I look over at him, seeing anger written all over his face. He is clenched, fists white and hard by his side. he goes to storm over to the man, but I place my hand on his chest, stopping him. He looks taken aback, but I shake my head at him, still trying to pinpoint his name. Then, it hits me. His name comes flying into my mind, instantly bringing anger into me too.

"Zemo?" I turn to face Bucky. "Really? This was your plan?"

"Plan B, actually." Bucky is full of shame.

"Why was he in any of the plans? Do you remember what he did to us?"

"Yes, I know, but-"

"No, there is no but, Bucky. He tried to make us kill our friends." I shout.

"If I may-" Zemo speaks.

"No," We all three point and shout at him.

Zemo looks shocked, but takes a step back. Sam and I look at Bucky again, glaring holes into him. He falls under the pressure, not making eye contact. But, I take a step closer to him, grab his chin and make him look at him. We finally see each other, and he has a sad smile on his face. The sight makes me soften my tone a bit, but I am still angry.

"Bucky, why did you do this?" I ask calmy.

"This was all I could think of, okay?" He defends. "I just want all of this to be over, and then we can get that life we talked about."

I sigh, looking down at the ground. Then, I take my hand off of Bucky, and turn to face Zemo. He stands with his posture tall, hands behind his back and confident, but I was trained to be able to see through bullshit. As I stalk towards him, his posture falls slightly, slouching, and he is playing with his hands behind his back. When I make it to him, I stand below him, having to look up at his face, but I still have the control in this interaction. I glare into his eyes, burning holes through them.

"If you even think of crossing us, I can promise you that I will enjoy every second of the torture I will inflict on you." I threaten. "And don't think for a second that it will be quick and painless, do you understand me?"

"Y-yes." He stutters.

"Good," I turn to face Sam and Bucky. "Where do we go from here?"

"My plane." Zemo speaks.

He begins walking out of the warehouse, the three of us following behind him quickly. I follow his movements with my eyes, making sure that he isn't trying anything. But, from what I can see, there isn't much that he is doing. We make it outside at the back of the warehouse, an array of different types of planes stood in a row. There is one with the doors open, and men stood, waiting for us. When we make it to the plane, Zemo kisses the man on the cheek, walking up the ramp, and onto the plane. We all follow behind him, sitting on the beige leather seats.

"Where are we flying to?" Sam asks.

"Madripoor." Zemo answers.

"Madripoor?"

"Yes, we will be talking to an old friend of mine." Zemo ruffles through his pockets. "Well, an old friend of me and Soldier."

In his hands, Zemo holds a small, brown book. Bucky and I straighten our posture at the sight, recognising it as one of the books we write down all of our memories when they come screaming back to us. But, I know it isn't mine, as there is a piece of leather strip used as a bookmark, which Bucky does. Zemo opens the book, beginning to read a page to himself. Bucky flies off his seat, grabs the book, and gets in Zemo's face.

"You have no right to read that." He drops back onto his seat beside me.

"But, this is how I know what to do next." Zemo tries to defend. "I know now how much you remember and can go through. But, I'm not sure about you, Morana. I haven't read your book yet."

"Yet?" I laugh. "It's hilarious that you think you'll be able to touch it, let alone read it."

"But, I know what we need to do next."

"What?" Sam asks.

"You two," Zemo points at Bucky and me. "Will have to become a version of yourselves that you think are long gone. We will be going to Madripoor and finding the one person who knows where the answers are."

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