Cherry | S.Wilson

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Sitting across from Sam and Bucky on the plane, Cherry could feel their eyes on her. The weight of their stares grew heavier with each passing second. Finally, she sighed, letting her frustration show.

"Either you two ask me whatever you want to ask me or stop staring. You're starting to creep me out," she said, her tone half-annoyed, half-amused.

Sam quickly shook his head. "I don't have a question."

Cherry raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Yes, you do, Samuel. I bet it's something super obvious too, huh? Maybe about the Red Room? Where I'm from, who my parents are? What kinda things they made me do."

Sam hesitated before asking, "Where are you from?"

"Not telling," she smirked, enjoying the small victory of his curiosity.

"Why not?" he asked, still pushing.

"I don't trust you," she replied bluntly, leaning back in her seat.

Bucky, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chimed in. "Who's Angel?" His voice was soft but insistent, eyes locked on Cherry's. "The name you were going under in the bar."

Cherry turned to look at Bucky, her face unreadable. After a long pause, she finally responded, "I'm not telling you that either."

Bucky frowned. "Why not? You don't trust me anymore either?"

"I trust you. I'm just mad at you," she shrugged just as their plane began to descend, signaling the end of the conversation for now.

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Cherry followed behind Sam and Bucky as a stern-faced guard led them through the cold, sterile halls of the German prison. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the concrete walls, amplifying the tension.

"He's just through that corridor," the guard said, pointing ahead before stepping back to give them some space.

"Alright. Give us a sec," Bucky said, nodding at the guard, who turned and walked away, leaving the trio alone.

"I'm gonna go in alone," Bucky stated, his voice firm.

Cherry immediately shook her head, incredulous. "That's stupid."

Bucky's eyes narrowed defensively. "No, it's not."

Sam, siding with Cherry, nodded. "No, I hate to admit it, but she's right."

Cherry shot Sam a knowing glance, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "You should start getting used to it, Samuel. I'm always right."

Sam's face twisted into a mild grimace. "I told you, it's Sam."

Cherry shrugged, clearly enjoying herself. "I like Samuel better."

Bucky, tired of their bickering, raised his voice slightly to cut them off. "Anyway! Sam, you're an Avenger. You know how he feels about that."