𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 | " You're just a kid! "
" Yeah? Well this kid is willing to go through hell and back to save your stubborn ass and die for you, asshole. "
- in which STRIKE's strongest asset with a ridicul...
❝let there be wars within you, that's how you'll know how strong your soul is ❞
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Steve, Bucky and I stood in the room, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Bucky's eyes darted between Steve and me, a mix of uncertainty and determination evident in his gaze. The weight of our shared pasts pressed down on us, making the silence even heavier.
Bucky broke the silence first, his voice firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability. "I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore."
I stepped forward, meeting Bucky's eyes. "I know, we know."
Sam Wilson's voice crackled over the radio, urgency clear in his tone. "They're entering the building."
Steve and I ignored Sam, both focused on the man in front of us. I discreetly pocketed some of the letters lying on a nearby table, keeping my attention on Bucky.
Steve spoke up, his voice steady. "Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."
I added, "Not that we're gonna let them, of course."
Bucky glanced at me, a small smile tugging at his lips before he turned back to Steve. "That's smart. Good strategy."
Sam's voice came through the radio again, more urgent this time. "They're on the roof. I'm compromised."
We heard heavy footsteps running upstairs, the sound echoing ominously through the building.
Steve took a step closer to Bucky, his expression earnest. "This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck."
I looked at Steve, raising an eyebrow as if to say, "Really? Are you sure about that, Cap?"
Outside, we heard the unmistakable sounds of people getting ready to bust their way in. The tension in the room escalated as we realized our time was running out.
Bucky sighed, resignation in his voice. "It always ends in a fight."
Steve and Bucky continued exchanging words, their conversation intense and loaded with emotion. I tried to listen closer to the door, straining to hear any signs of movement outside. Bucky, still speaking with Steve, suddenly pulled me away from the door.
"You pulled me from the river. Why?" Steve's voice was filled with a mix of confusion and hope.
Bucky's response was quiet, almost reluctant. "I don't know."
Sam Wilson's voice crackled through the radio, urgent. "3 seconds!"
Steve's gaze never wavered from Bucky's face. "Yes, you do."
