PSYCHE | AVENGERS

Messed Brain

We were now in Berlin. I was in the backseat of a car with Steve and Sam, while T'Challa and an agent sat on the front seats. As soon as I entered the car, I was put on some special handcuffs that enabled my powers. Not a fan.

The silence had been to die for. Us, who tried saving the world as many times as we did, now considered criminals. If that doesn't sound ridiculous, I don't know what will.

"So..." Sam started to try and break the ice. "You like cats, huh?" He asked T'Challa, making me let out a small chuckle.

"Sam." Steve reprehended.

"What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat, you don't wanna know more?" Sam asked him. "Besides, Mari is the one who's been calling him 'Cat guy'."

"Marianne." Steve said in the same tone as he looked at me.

"Well, can you blame me? The dude did come after us dressed like a cat, so." I shrugged.

"Your suit..." Steve started talking to him, ignoring Sam and I. "It's vibranium?"

I had also noticed that on our fight. Any other suit would've been too weak to endure what his suit had, without a single scratch.

"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations." T'Challa spoke calmly.

"It's a panther, got it." I said sharing a nod with Sam, making Steve roll his eyes at us.

"It's a mantle, passed from warrior to warrior. And now, because your friend murdered my father... I also wear the mantle of King." T'Challa paused. "So, I ask you... as both warrior and King... how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?"

Steve looked at me worriedly. He was scared to lose his best friend for a crime he didn't commit. We just had to figure out a way to prove Bucky's innocence... while being in jail. Yup, that should be easy.

We were driven through an underground channel to what I assumed was a UN base in Berlin.

Once we stepped out of the vehicle, we looked to our side, and saw Bucky being held in a small cell with wheels. The look on his face broke my heart. He just looked so... sad. I mean, it was only understandable. He was being accused of doing something he was sure he didn't do. Wait, let me rephrase that: he was being accused of doing something he was almost sure he didn't do. The uncertainty in his thoughts were what confused me the most. How could one be unsure of committing such a crime?

"What's gonna happen to him?" Steve asked an agent that was standing next to Sharon and started walking towards him, pulling me back to reality.

"Same thing that ought to happen to you." The agent told us as we reached him. "Psychological evaluation and extradition."

That made me take a step back. Everything involving anyone messing with my mind, or trying to, sent me back to my days in HYDRA.

Steve noticed it, and placed his hand on my arm for comfort.

"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander." Sharon explained.

"What about a lawyer?" Steve asked.

"Lawyer. That's funny." Ross said almost amused, before turning to the armed men behind him. "See their weapons are placed in lockup." Then, we turned to us. "We'll write you a receipt. I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that." He said as we saw agents take Cap's shield and Sam, T'Challa and I's suits.

As Ross made his way towards the interior of the facility, we followed, but not before Steve and I spared a glance at Bucky who was staring us dead in the eyes.