"How the hell did this fly above our heads?" Bucky muttered to Natasha as they got out to meet up with Stark. "He was depressed, suicidal, and wasn't in his right mind, and no one noticed. Not a single person."
"Remember," Natasha reprimanded. "You're the one who was being an ass hat to him. Besides, he's very good at hiding emotions now I guess."
They looked up to see Tony coming in and landing right next to them. He opened his face screen and glared at the both of them.
"I was gone for five months." He smirked. "And you already need me back." Bucky frowned and leaned against the car.
"Yes we do." He admitted. "Our only flying team mate is under his control and our only... persuasive team mate is as well." Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, thinking of a solution to this problem.
"Well." She started. "We know that he's going to be taken to his lair. That's all we know. But we need to find out where and what they plan to do with him. The weapon won't be able to do anything to him if the serum didn't make him worse, right?" They all looked at each other with worry.
"Wait a moment." Tony said. "If Steve had the thoughts to commit suicide, then maybe he isn't as pure and innocent as we all thought he was." Now that was troubling.
"If he could get to him, then he's going to turn him, and we need our whole team for that but all we have is us, Vision, and Rhodey." Bucky sighed. "We won't be able to all fight against Steve, Sam, Wanda and him."
"But this is our mission." Natasha finished. "Its our mission, and we will finish it. Even if we have to die trying." They all looked at each other, this time in agreement. Then, Tony flew off to try and track Steve again while Nat and Bucky leaped into the car.
"Ready?" Natasha turned to face him.
"Ready as I'll ever be." The car zoomed off in pursuit of the one thing Bucky truly cares about, Steven Grant Rogers.
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He came out of his daze to find a large, hooded figure looking down at him, green eyes glittering with amusement.
"Sleeping Beauty awakens." The man chuckled, striding back to a large throne behind him. "It's been a long time, Captain."
Steve shook his head to clear it out and stood up, observing the room. Well, more like a cave.
"Who the hell are you?" Steve demanded, a little scared. "Where did Sam and Wanda go?" He trembled a little when he remembered what she did to him. Again. But why?
"Oh they went home. I didn't need them anymore after I had you, Mr. Rogers." The man stood and went to a display on the wall, which held a glowing spear. He picked it up and spun it between his fingers."I believe you're familiar with this?" Steve's eyes widened as he finally figured out who kidnapped him.
"Loki?" The man, Loki, turned around with the spear and touched Steve's chest with the tip of it.
"I suppose you should call me Master, now." Loki smirked as Steve's previously bright blue eyes turned almost a glowing color. "I prefer formalities."
Steve nodded silently in agreement as Loki walked back up to his throne.
"And they said you were pure." He chuckled, wielding the spear. "Just wait when they find they have to fight one of their own."
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A/N 'Twas a short chapter I know. But a lot happened! If anyone guessed Loki in the previous chapter, you were right. I'm kinda on writers block so sorry if it seems I'm rushing a bit. FONDUE.
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Frayed Lines
Fanfiction"I'll be with you till the end of the line." Steve, after months of searching, gives up on Bucky when the world is in danger. After the war, he wakes up to find Bucky on his doorstep, begging for forgiveness. Yet, after a few months of Steve's hell...
