Kick Vibe [Bucky Barnes]

Widow to the rescue

It's dark outside when I arrive at the brick apartment building. The memories from last week flow back, but I shrug them off. I don't want to think about them right now, although it's the reason why I'm here.

I take my backpack out the trunk of the cab and thank the driver. I enter the building to be greeted by the janitor.

"Good evening, Miss Jones." He nods to greet, "I have let your friend in your apartment. She was very persistent."

"Thank you, Hans." I reply.

I begin frowning as I get to the stairs. I don't have friends here. At least no one that knows where I live. Who did they let in?

I reach the 5th floor where my senses are slightly on edge. I can definitely feel someone's emotions inside the apartment. I ready myself to attack when needed as I open the door. A single light dimly illuminates the room at the table when I notice that familiar head of red hair.

"You want something to drink?" I ask Natasha nonchalantly while I close the door.

"No, I'm good." She answers and points to a glass in front of her.

Of course she would help herself to something to drink. How stupid of me.

"How did you find out?" I ask firstly before approaching her.

"It's not that hard when Stark keeps copies of his personal files, which I can access."

I sit down opposite from her as I shrug my jacket off. Might as well think I'm home. Wait, I am home.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"You're too curious to let everything go. I started wondering why it took you so long."

"Am I that predictable?" I smile.

"We all are, Addison. Now, good news is, they're not that far from here."

"What's not far?"

"Siberia." She shrugs.

"What?" I voice my thoughts.

"Anyway." She dismisses me, "Bad news is that Tony and T'Challa are on their way as well."

"Wait... How do you know all that?"

"Doesn't matter."

I let it slip, "Okay then... How will we get there?"

"I've already prepped a jet for you, so you can leave within the hour."

"You're not coming with me?"

"I need to stay low for a while."

"Hey, why are you doing this for me? I mean, it's not like I'm way better than you."

"No one likes me right now." She smiles bitterly, "Besides, you have a special bond with those Smithsonian exhibits."

I genuinely laugh, "Never heard that before. Thank you."

She stands up to leave, but stops right next to me.

"You have a promising future. I wished the team wasn't so divided, because you could fit right in." She says as she cautiously put her hand on my shoulder.

I smile as I walk her out. She's already opened the front door to leave as she turns back to me.

"Before I forget." She hands me a piece of paper, "These are the coordinates to an underwater jailhouse called the Raft. They imprisoned the others there. Give it to Steve when you see him."

"I will." I smile at her while she leaves me on my own.

I close the door and sink to my butt with my back against the door. I breath in deeply as my mind gives me all possible outcomes.

        1. Steve and Bucky catch the bastard and Tony and T'Challa praise them;
        2. Tony catches on with them before they could catch the bastard and bring them in to Ross;
        3. T'Challa beats everyone to it and kills Bucky before anything else happens, while Steve gets caught and prosecuted.

I can at least try to prevent number 3, right? I get up my feet and enter my room on the right. After switching the lights on, I feel an empty void through my body. How can it that the place I used to feel so at home, feels so distant and cold now?

My eyes wander to the few pictures on my wardrobe. My dad, the previous team, Jacks and I, and a crazy selfie I took with Scott and Wanda a couple of days ago on our afternoon out. I smile, wondering how they're doing as I can only do one thing to help them.

I put the lights out as I exit the apartment. Time to find them all.

I go to the underground parking lot and make my way to my Harley Davidson. I sit on it, finally feeling at ease as I start the engine. I push the upright away and turn my handlebar. The motorcycle sends a roaring sound as it pushes through the air.

The wind rushes through my hair as I drive towards a small airport outside Berlin. Of course you wouldn't find a jet on the busiest airport of the capital. I drive on the airport's tarmac as memories are flooding in again. I could've done so much better.

There's an open hangar where the lights are burning through the darkness. I push my Harley inside as a mechanic looks at me before continuing whatever he was doing. I guess Natasha has informed them about me then.

"The jet is ready for you, Miss Jones." A pilot comes up to me as I lock my Harley.

"Thank you."

I was going to follow him, but he disappears in a small office on the side. I slightly frown. I mean, I know how to fly a jet, but every vehicle is different.

I ascend the ramp leading to the cockpit. My hands start sweating as I see all the buttons. Lights are already flickering in a way that makes me dizzy. Do I really have to fly it on my own?

I sigh and start the engines. The seatbelt goes over my shoulders and locks in the front, just to be safe. I look around and push several buttons to start off.

You sure you're able to fly this massive ton of shit?

Shut up, consciousness.

The jet gets taxied out of the hangar and onto the landing strip. The engines start roaring as the speed increases beneath me. I pull the jet up in the air, and as a surprise, it actually does so.

My mom would be so worried right now.