The Bucky Barnes Collection:

Pov: The White-Wolf Pt.2 (Bucky)

~Bucky~

The 8 hour flight to Siberia dragged way too slow for my liking. Soon enough though the ground changed to the frozen wasteland that haunted my nightmares. I stared out the jets side window at the snowy trees flashing by beneath us. We were almost there. The air inside the jet had dropped in temperature the heat in my veins from my anger was keeping me plenty warm. Visions of Lyndsey and Y/n played over and over in my mind. I remembered when I held Lyndsey for the first time, when y/n would run her fingers through my hair at night, and other things like all the family tickle fights that always ended with us laughing on the living room floor. I remembered when Lyndsey ran up to me one day while I was working out wearing her "Worlds best big sister" shirt. My heart had exploded thinking about becoming a father again. The scenery beneath us changed. It was just snow covered ice. I recognized the frozen cliffs indicating we were close.

"Hawk, Take her down," I called and ran for my gear.

"You got 'er," Clint replied. We all readied ourselves. Steve wore his shield on his back, "What's the plan?"

I looked around at everyone staring at me, "I'm the one they want. They need to see me first, and only me. If they know I brought backup they might hurt y/n or Lyndsey. They're going to take me down to the 4 floor. There's five floors. The first is security. You're going to have to do some damage," I explain, "The second is offices. Get through as quick as you can. The third floor is the labs and holding cells. Y/n will be there. They may be keeping Lyndsey there too if they're doing what I think they will. Fourth floor is what I call the freezer. That's where they kept me and all the other soldiers. They're going to try and get back inside my head."

"But they can't, right?" Wanda questions.

"What would they want with Lyndsey? She just a kid," Sam asked after Wanda.

"They'll be trying to study her brain patterns. Seeing if she's the same as me. If she is, well, I've got to get her out before they do too much."

"And you?" Steve asked, "Do you think they'll-"

"Not unless they wipe me all over again," I frowned, "I'll fight them off as hard as I can. I won't let them take me again. In the case that they do, get y/n and lyndsey and get out of here," I looked them all in the eyes, "Leave me. Got it?"

"We won't be leaving anyone behind," Nat replied.

Clint opened the back of the plane. I pulled my mask on and nodded, "Let's give them hell." 

         I walked down the rap. The familiar crunch of ice under my shoes filled my ears as I marched through the wind. Snow swirled around my feet in ghost-like whisps. I pulled my bun out so my hair hung loose. I wanted to look as familiar as I could. I kept the sleeve on my black leather coat. The vibranium would be a dead give away. When I walked up a steep embankment I saw it. The bunker. The doors to my personal torture chamber.

Stark stated over my com, "Give us the signal when. We're right behind you."

I pressed my finger over the device in my ear, "Target spotted. I'm going in."

"Watch your back Barnes."

"Yes sir." I half walked half slid down the bank. My feet met the hard ice. I stared at the doors about 5 yards away. "I'm coming doll," I snapped myself out of my haze and walked up to the doors. They opened indicating I had been seen and recognized. I walked in and was met with the smells of the place I remembered. Gun powder, blood, and metallic essences. The lanterns in the ceiling still gave off the weird greenish glow. I walked through two sets of doors and at the third I was met by three guards and my old director.