Bucky's POV:
The sound of Steve's voice started to crackle over comms, still indistinguishable but becoming clearer every day. The boy in my arms had fallen back asleep, his long dark hair covering my shoulder. I tread carefully, hyperaware of my surroundings. I couldn't mess this up.
"Bu..data...st"
I needed to get closer to him. Shit, no I needed to collect the data.
Casting my mind back to all the other bases, I figured that the records and archives we needed would be somewhere on this floor, if I could find a couple of conference rooms, I could find the data.
Running with little Vanya on my hip, I begged him not to wake up, it was probably better that he was asleep and didn't see the bloodied handprints that marked the walls or the occasional body, tooth, or extremity that garnished the floor every couple of meters. Hell, It was probably better if I didn't see these things but it was a bit late for that.
At the moment, all I was passing was labs, dirty white room after dirty white room, it was just like...No I wasn't going there. Not going to happen. I picked up the pace again and breathed out in relief when I reached a conference room, finally.
Knowing that my destination couldn't be far I paid close attention to the rooms, finally reaching the door I was looking for. After realising it was locked, I set Vanya down propped up against a wall, careful to keep him away from the body opposite the door. And the hand about two feet away from that. Then I kicked it down.
Why make re-enforced doors if you make super-soldiers who can kick them down?
Picking Vanya back up I brought him into the room with me, setting him down on a spinny-chair, I wasn't taking any chances losing the boy.
"I..Bu..ba..up"
Shit. "Steve, I don't know if you can hear me but I'm working as past as I can" I said while attaching hardware and USB Drives to every computer in the room before crushing the lock on the filing cabinet and beginning to riffle through it. "Can you tell me your position?"
Nothing but a squeak.
"Steve?"
Another squeak.
I glanced over at Vanya to see him awake and spinning around on the chair, smiling.
"This dance?" He asked.
"Не совсем..." (Not really...) I replied, chuckling at the child as he continued. "будьте осторожны, чтобы не навредить себе." (Be careful not to hurt yourself)
"Даааааааа" (yeeeesss) He answered, still spinning.
The ping of one of the devices attached to the third computer brought my mind back to the task at hand. I grabbed the files I needed from the cabinet, and, having nowhere to put them, i stopped the spinning chair and gave them to the eight year old. "Обеспечьте их безопасность, да?" (Keep them safe, yeah?)
He nodded eagerly, holding them close to his chest, getting out of the chair and covering them with his arms. I ruffled his hair, earning a (surprisingly scary) death-glare but I just smiled as the child gutted me in his mind.
I checked that all of the information had downloaded before shoving the various devices into my pockets, finding a chocolate bar in the process, Y/n/n must have hidden it in there for me.
"Шоколад?" (Chocolate?) I offered Vanya, but he just looked up at me confused, running out of time I put it back in my pocket and lifted up the boy.
"Steve, we're on our way. Oh yeah, I've got a child. By the way."
Silence.
"He's called Vanya...so..."
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