Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 6

I teleported outside the apartment, waiting for Steve to arrive. I had to google the street and when I arrived, it was worse than the google maps image. It wasn't a place that I like to be and people were giving me strange looks. Me in my dark blue corset like shirt and leggings didn't stand well in weird places.

Steve arrived by air, Sam dropping him off.

"You know, people who end up shooting at you end up shooting at me as well." Sam had said in my ear while talking to Steve earlier. I had been about to put in my two sense when I decided against it, knowing that whatever I was going to say it wasn't going to be nice. I was in a bad mood. Really bad mood.

"You okay, Liv?"
"Fine. Good. Perfect. Perfectamando. Peachy." I said as we climbed up the stairs. Steve had said I shouldn't use my gifts. I didn't want to freak out any civilians.

To hell with civilians. Bucky could be up there.

So I ran up the stairs until we got to the floor where Bucky was living and my heart felt like it wanted to break through my ribcage but not because  I had been running. But because Bucky might be there.

We opened the door (it was unlocked. Which is strange) and slid inside, closing and locking it when we came in.

"Bucky?" I whispered as we walked around the dingy little apartment.

"Any sign of him?"
"Nothing." I placed my hand on the mattress and concentrated.

"He hasn't slept on the bed in a couple of days."
"So he's pulling a you." I shot him a glare.

"What? You haven't slept in days. Weeks even." I didn't comment on that. I was appalled he even knew I wasn't sleeping.

"Hey Liv." Steve called me over to the fridge and showed me an overflowing brown diary.

"Do you think..." He handed it to me and I skimmed over it, seeing Steve's name being mentioned thousands of times along with Hydra, Sarah Rogers and his moms and siblings names.

"Turn to the last page." Steve said, watching me through his helmet piece. I turned to it and gasped.

My face took up a while page. It was a picture from the Brooklyn War Memorial museum.

He remembers... I closed the book and placed it on the counter top and froze.

"Bucky?" Steve was facing a man I thought I'd never see again. I turned around and faced him, breath caught in my throat.

"You shouldn't be here." Bucky said. His long hair hung in his face, mouth set in a firm line as his green eye were focused on Steve.

"You need to come with us."
"I don't need to do anything." He went over to the bed and picked it up, pulling a bag from under the mattress.

"Do you know who we are?"
"You're Steve. Or Captain America. I read about you at the museum." I stood there watching the two exchange words. That as until my inner alert bell went off.

"The CIA is coming to take you in: alive or dead. We want to take you in nicely. Alive." I said in a rush. Bucky looked at me and something sparked in his face. It was there for only a millisecond but it gave me hope.

"I haven't killed anyone. That's not me anymore."
"I know. Why did you rescue me from the lake?"
"I don't know."
"I think you do."
"I don't mean to be rude but we have thirty seconds before the armed forces of the CIA break in and take you," I said softly. "Please, Bucky. Come with us." Bucky looked at me again, face soft. His metal hand twitched like it wanted to do something but it couldn't.

"I'm sorry, Olivia. But I can't." He whispered and sprung into action, barricading the door. There was a muffled sound and the mattress which he had put across the door didn't last long. With a quick move of my hand, I disarmed the men of their guns and hit them with it.

Bucky was busy beating the crap out I some other guy and Steve was on the balcony. I ran out into the hall way and jumped, only to land on some unsuspecting guy.

"Sorry!" I yelled as he crumpled to the ground unconscious.

Then as if on a sudden recall, I remembered the last time Steve, Bucky and I did this. I almost laughed as I punched someone in the face and threw someone into a wall.

"Livvie, you know the war isn't a place for women." Steve told me with dead straight face. He was sitting opposite me, Bucky on his left and the rest of the Howling Commandos on his right.

"Tell that to Peggy Carter. And Dr Erkenstien. And the women fighting in planes and running countries." I smirked. Bucky was trying very hard not to laugh but failed and ended up holding his stomach.

"I'm just concerend."
"Steve, you tell me that every time we go on a mission." He rolled his eyes  and leaned his head against the wall.

Three hours later, I was saving Steve's life by jumping off the tenth floor and landing on a Hydra agent.

"Dangerous for a woman, huh?" I winked and walked off, not hearing Bucky say to Steve,

"Told you mine's better than yours."

Steve and Bucky came tumbling down the stairs together and suddenly it felt like old times. All three of us fighting side by side. Even though Bucky was trying to get away but still.

"Bucky, please!" I cried. He looked at me long enough for me to see the pain in his eyes. I reached out with my mind and skimmed over the thought he was projecting.

I don't wasn't to leave you but I have to.

He rushed for the window and I screamed, forgetting that I had powers and watched as he leapt through the window.

"I'll go get him. Keep these guys away." Steve ordered and followed Bucky through the window, yelling out orders or Sam to help.

Five minutes later, Steve's voice rang over my ear.

"Liv, we need help. There's a guy in a black suit who just won't go away."
"On my way." I teleported outside and ran in the direction Steve told me, teleporting every few minutes until I caught sight of Sam flying and a black figure on a car. Up ahead, I could see Bucky riding a motorbike, looking back occasionally.

The black figure leapt off the car and everything fell into slow motion. He reached for the motorbike (he has a mean as jump on him. I mean seriously, I can't even do that) and managed to grab it.

Sam was behind us and I managed to put stretch my hands and mind, taking control of the bike, Bucky and the suited dude and pulled them to a stop.

Everything sped up again and Steve was beside Bucky, Sam beside the suited dude who was panting and looked like a panther. I popped in front of them all, growling at the... Black Panther just as a number of cars, filled to the brim with CIA agents, came to arrest us.

"Take off the mask, Panther." I growled. Steve was watching me warily and keeping Bucky at bay at the same time but I could feel the curiosity rolling off of him as well.

With a sigh, the panther reached for his mask and pulled it off. CIA agents and the few of us Avengers gasped.

It was Prince T'Challa of the Wakandians.

A/N: Dun dundunnnnnnnnnnnnn

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