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━━━━━━━━━━ Five eventually returned the next day. Your anger died down after the first few hours, but you couldn't help the worried feeling that bubbled its way to the surface. You loved your brother, all of your family actually, but they had reckless tendencies which didn't help out with your anxiety. So when your brother arrived the next day, you were relieved but also angry at him for leaving you with no telling of where he was going.
"Where have you been Five? You can't just leave after you just showed up,"
"The world ends in nine days, and I have to find our siblings that I scattered across time in Dallas."
You let out a sigh, "But that's the thing Five, you don't have to do this alone."
"Thanks Y/N, but—"
"No buts," You shook your head, "We're doing this together."
Five smiled at you, the tension leaving the features of his face, "Okay."
"Okay! So, what's our first step?"
Five pulled out a yellow box with the label 'Frankel Footage' on the front. "We need to somehow develop this."
"Well, how are we gonna do that?"
Looking around the room at all the photos, a smile grew on your brother's face, "I have a feeling Elliott might know. Any idea where he is?"
Bucky walked into the room, seemingly gravitating towards you. He was no longer wearing his tactical suit, this time clad in some dark jeans and a shirt that was a bit too tight for him. As he reached your side, you looked up at him, "Have you seen Elliott at all?"
Bucky shrugged until he heard faint footsteps coming from the hallway, but you hadn't heard them yet. "He's right..." He prolonged the word until Elliott appeared from the hallway, "...there."
You and Five turned around to see Elliott in the hallway entrance. You stared back at Bucky, wondering how he knew Elliott was gonna appear there.
"Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?" Five was up close to the photos, getting a better view.
"Of course," Elliott said proudly, "can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere."
You walked closer to Five and Elliott, "I didn't see a darkroom."
"Yeah, I converted the hallway closet." Feedback from a speaker squealed while Elliott was talking. You noticed he started to mess around with some knobs on the radio.
Five pulled out the footage that you saw before and scratched out the date before handing it to Elliott, "Can you develop this?"
He peered away from the radio to look at what your brother was handing him, "Hmm? Huh. 'Frankel Footage.' Friends of yours?"
