Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 7

The drive back to the CIA was awkward and quiet. I had been separated from my friends, deemed more 'dangerous than them due to abilities that shouldn't exist.' Gag.

I looked out the window the whole time, hands folded across my lap. I had the idea to teleport my way out of there but I couldn't. I wasn't being restricted physically (and not like that would stop me anyway) but mentally I was stuck here. I wanted to see Bucky.

And I wanted to punch T'Challa in his damned perfectly white teeth.

Steve? I asked. I was bored and because his mind was so familiar to mine, it was like an ever presence in the corner of my head that never left but remained untouched until I needed it.

Yeah? He thought back. I smiled and rested my head on the head rest.

They aren't going to kill Bucky, are they?
I don't know, Liv. They seem to want him dead. I growled, which caused my escorts to turn around and look at me. I flashed them a smile and pointed outside. They turned around and started talking again.

We can't let that.
Olivia, they've already arrested us.
So? That hasn't stopped us from breaking out before.
Olivia...
Steven...

I pulled away and looked at the people driving, focusing on their minds, trying to figure out exactly where we were going.

They were pretty well blocked. I couldn't tell where the hell we were going and it annoyed the hell outta me. I sat back and sighed, looking through the glass and watched the city life pass by.

"Olivia?" I opened my eyes and stiffened. Steve and Sam were standing by the car door, grim looks on their faces.

"What happened?"
"You fell asleep." I opened the car door and got out, shivering at the sudden blast of cold air. Sam passed me his jacket and I put it on over my singlet and looked around where we were.

"How long have we been here?"
"A couple of minutes." The CIA area we were in was huge. Cars, people, an aircraft and a crane, fork lifts and boxes surrounded the immediate area and I raised an eyebrow.

"This, is the CIA?"
"Yep. Surprisingly." Steve and Sam started walking and I teleported to right in between them, walking a little  faster to keep up with my two friends.

Steve stopped when we got out of the 'cargo' bay and turned. I faltered and looked at him, only to see what he was looking at.

Bucky was strapped to a chair, eyes closed and head leaning against the back if the chair, the glass box he was in holding him prisoner.

"You better not hurt him." I yelled, mentally and physically, the shock on the agents faces all I needed to know that I had been heard both ways.

"Come on." Steve turned around after the door closed and I slipped my arm through his, practically dragging him forward towards our unknown destination, escort(s) not speaking to us.

I don't remember falling asleep in the car. Maybe that was a good thing. I hadn't slept in a while so my little nap in the car made me feel a little more energised, cheerful and hopeful. Well, that was until we met the head of the CIA who was only a little taller than me. And when I say a little taller, there was only a centimetre difference.

"Everett Ross, CIA."
"Olivia Stone, Avengers." I responded automatically. Sam chuckled and introduced himself and Steve did the same, even though he already knew who we were, it was automatic.

"Why are we here?"
"Because you have all been seen as potential risks to the community. We need to have you psychologically assessed." Everett pushed his glasses up his nose and rubbed his hands together before opening a door to a glass conference room where, no surprises there, Stark, T'Challa and Natasha stood.

"Stark. Nat. Your Highness." Steve greeted them. I simply ignored them, my sudden mood for socialising flying through the window.

"Where's Wanda?"
"With Vision at home."
"She should be here."
"It's for her own protection."
"Own protection my ass." I went over to one of the monitors and could see Bucky in his little box of hell, an empty desk and chair in front of him.

"He's perfectly fine." Natasha murmured to me when she came over. Stark and Steve (hehe) were talking with Everett and I overheard something about punching in perfect teeth before I responded.

"But he's not. Nat, I know him. He's not fine." I looked at her and she was twiddling with her long red hair. When I moved to look at her, It was just my hair tickling the back of my neck (it was in a pony tail, okay?) but something didn't feel right at all about the current predicament.

"Miss Stone, you are after Mr Barnes for a psych eval." Everett called before leaving the small glass room and disappeared. I frowned and went back to watch the screen, ignoring everyone as I watched Bucky.

As I watched him, I got the feeling that someone was watching me but when I turned around, Natasha was gone and Stark was angrily glaring at Steve who was watching another monitor, a ink quill in front of Stark. I rolled my eyes and turned around saw Sam on the outside, an uncomfortable look on his face as he spoke to Sharon who was casting looks into the conference room I was standing in.

Sharon seemed to be unhappy with Sam's response as she turned away from him and came into the room and came towards a monitor and pressed a button.

"I think you guys should be allowed to hear." She came and stood beside me, grey eyes focusing on the screen.

"Thank you." I whispered and watched the psychologist talk to Bucky.

"James Barnes."
"Everyone calls me Bucky." He spoke and I smiled. The 'Cocky bastard' was still shining through without him even realising.

Focusing on the psychologists voice, I managed to track my way through the screen and try to get into his head, to see who he was and all.

However, I was met by a mental blockade. Swearing, the volume on the computer muted out and everywhere, literally everywhere, agents had fallen into a desperate state.

"Time to go to work?" I asked and Steve nodded and he and Sam ran out of the room and I turned back to the screen, waiting to see what happened. Turning my headpiece on, I watched the psychologist pull out a book. I leaned closer to look at it and swore again when Bucky began to smash through the glass.

When he finally broke through the glass, I smacked my hands on the table and teleported outside and ran, following my friends pathways, pushing past agents as I went.

By the time I reached my destination, the psychologist was laying on the ground, Sam and Steve nowhere in sight, the area looking like it had been bombed by an angry tornado.

"Who the hell are you?" I teleported straight on top of the guy and got a grip around his neck wrapped my hands around his neck. When he didn't answer, I tightened my grip and hissed.

"Does it matter? The solider is free."
"What did you do?!"
"I freed the monster." With a push of telekinesis. I knocked him out and got up.

"Steve, where are you?"