The Broken Soliders

Part twenty-one

We sat on the plane and stared at each other. Apparently, Sam and Barnes weren't on the best of terms, and it seemed to me like it'd been like that for a while.

Eventually, Sam got up and grabbed his bag, and Barnes asked, "What's our plan?"

Sam didn't answer and put his ear piece in.

"Great," Barnes said. "So no plan."

"Thirty seconds!" Sam's friend called out.

"Enjoy your ride," Sam said to us.

"Fifteen seconds to drop!" the man called.

"You seriously don't have a plan?" I asked.

"Of course I do," Sam said.

"Then what is it?" Barnes asked.

Sam didn't answer, putting on his goggles and jumping out of the aeroplane.

"Great," Barnes mumbled.

"Where are the parachutes?" I asked.

"We're at 200 feet," Sam's friend told me. "It's too low for a chute."

Barnes shrugged. "We don't need them anyway."

The man looked at us. "You sure about that?"

I sighed, but nodded.

Barnes ripped off his right sleeve to reveal his metal arm (which I thought was a bit dramatic), before jumping out of the plane.

I quickly followed suit, tucking my arms to my chest and bracing for impact.

Barnes hit the ground on his back right underneath me, so when I landed, I unfortunately landed right on top of him.

He groaned and I quickly rolled off of him.

"Sorry," I said.

"No kidding," he grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't do it on purpose."

"I have all of that on camera," Sam said in our earpieces. "You know that, right?"

Redwing flew in and hovered above us.

"Oh fuck off," I said through gritted teeth.

"Get out of my face Sam. Or I'll break it," Barnes warned.

"Okay," Sam relented. "Head North. Come on."

Barnes and I got up and headed North, soon making our way into an abandoned looking warehouse where we found Sam waiting. He was ready in his Falcon uniform.

We stood beside him, and he was looking down at a device on his wrist. "You're doing that staring thing again," he said to Barnes. He then tilted his head to the right and said, "They're in there."

On Sam's wrist we watched Red Wing go inside and look around.

"Where's the guy?" Barnes asked.

"Yeah, what are we chasing, exactly?" I asked.

"I don't know," Sam answered. "I think they're smuggling weapons, though."

"Well I think you could be right," Barnes said.

I rolled my eyes.

"What?" he asked, looking at me.

"Just grow up." I no longer felt bad for the man that I couldn't remember loving, and was beginning to feel irritated by the brooding, childish figure before me. What did I ever see in him?

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Guys," Sam cut in. "Can we stay focused here?"

"Fine," Barnes said, looking to where Red Wing went. "I see a clear path, I say we take it."