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chapter sixty-one i love you, i'm sorry
𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 in her hand, glancing down at the tablet she held. "So...?" She met Tony's gaze and he sighed, sitting on the chair across from her. "So, after... everything, you're telling me that you believe Steve?"
Tony bit his lip, struggling to find the words. "It's complicated... This is a priority upload from Berlin police," he replied and she looked down at the photos on the screen. "As soon as Barnes was captured, the Task Force called in a psychiatrist, Dr. Theo Broussard. He was met by that man."
Grace swiped to the next photo, an unfamiliar man filling her hazel irises. "And who is he?" she asked.
"FRIDAY ran facial recognition," he said quietly. "He's not a doctor. His name is Colonel Helmut Zemo from Sokovian Intelligence. He ran a Sokovian covert kill squad."
She scoffed. "It always comes back to Sokovia..." she muttered to herself under her breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Adelaide standing in the doorway of her bedroom keeping a watchful eye on Tony. "Okay, so what happened to the real Broussard?"
"He was found dead in a Berlin hotel room," he replied and she sighed, holding her head in her hands. "Along with a wig and facial prosthesis approximating the appearance of—"
"Bucky," she finished, rolling her neck. "Unbelievable. Why can people never just talk things through? So many things could have been avoided... But now Rhodey's paralyzed, Steve and Bucky are on the run, the rest of the Avengers are locked up, and you..." Grace looked back at her nephew. "You look close to tears."
"I didn't know that this was going to happen, Aunt Gracie," he said and she let out a breath. "I didn't..."
She tilted her head. "Tony—"
"Where's Pietro?" They looked over and saw Adelaide walking towards them with her arms crossed. "Tell me where he is."
"Addy—"
"I can't do that," Tony interrupted.
"Why the hell not?"
"Because you'd try and break him out of jail," he answered and she scoffed, clenching her jaw tightly. "And if you do that, they'd lock you up, too. And even Aunt Gracie can't get you out of that one."
"Oh, so now you care?" Adelaide questioned; her tone was becoming dangerous and Grace knew that, moving to stand between them. "You're a bit too late for that."
Grace shook her head. "Listen, we're all strung out on emotions, but can we just—?"
"At least tell me if Sam is okay," Adelaide interrupted, stepping closer to Tony and Grace pushed them apart. "Tell me that much. After you blasted him away!"
