The Soldat, The Captain and The Asset

3.7: The Reasoning

THE AREA WAS LARGE AND DARK, covered in dust, obviously having been left derelict for ages, letting the dust settle on the ground, covering everything in at least an inch of the grime. Some sunlight cast into the large warehouse, shimmering onto a large industrial clamp that had at one point been painted in a coat of red paint, it chipped at the edges. A metal arm was clamped into the vice, securing it so that it couldn't be ripped away or used. Bucky groans weakly, shifting slightly in his seat as he comes back around. He tries to move his arm, the vice stopping him. His eyes glance over at it, and he places his other hand on the table connected to it, supporting himself up slightly.

Steve stands near the door of the warehouse, looking outside. His eyes follow as he watches as a helicopter flies overhead, probably looking for them. Sam glances at him before looking through the gap into the room where Bucky is being kept. He watches as he stirs before looking at Steve. "Hey, Cap!" Sam calls and Steve's head turns to look at the black man before he quickly walks over to where Sam is standing. He looks in the room, leaning against the door frame, staring at him.

Bucky looks up at Steve, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Steve." He said quietly, his eyes moving around as if he was trying to piece everything together.

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. "Which Bucky am I talking to?" He asks carefully, his face betraying no emotion.

Bucky moists his lips, panting. "Your mom's name was Sarah..." He says slowly, his eyes cast downwards. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

Steve smiles at that, relaxing his stance. "Can't read that in a museum." He chuckles.

"Just like that, we're suppose to be cool?" Sam wonders, confused, looking between the two super soldiers.

"What did I do?" Bucky asks shakingly, feeling guilty and worried about what happened when his mind was pushed back.

"Enough." Steve answers simply.

"Oh, God, I knew this would happen." Bucky groans. "Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."

"Who was he?" Steve questioned, getting straight to the point at hand.

"I don't know." Bucky sighs.

"People are dead." Steve reminds him darkly. "The bombing, the setup." He lists, looking at him with stern eyes. "The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know.'"

Bucky looked away, thinking. "He wanted to know about Siberia." He admits. "Where I was kept." He summarises. "He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?" Steve asks, confused.

Bucky at him, his facing falling. "Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier." He says quietly, his voice low and solemn.

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As a car drives down a long narrow road, a motorcycle speeds down and quickly surpasses the car before turning back around, causing the car occupations to get confused as the motorcycle comes closer and off to the side, a car going down and dragging a knife across the wheels. The car starts to speed out, before crashing into a tree, unable to keep on course with the mismatched support of weight. The motorcyclist watches as he turns off the bike, coming over to the car, making a motion to the two red dots in the dark, a figure walking out from the dark, moving over to the other side of the car.

The asset nodded before going walking over to the back of the car, opening up the trunk and picking up a sleek silver briefcase that was hidden underneath the mat in the trunk. The CCTV camera on top of the speed camera picks everything up as it records what is happening before it's quickly cut off, the Soldat walking over and pointing a gun at it, quickly destroying the surveillance camera.