On Command ~ Sequel to Lost Heros

The Fishbowl

Hours Later

    "Hello, Ms.Doyle," said a stuck up looking man from the other side of my cell. "Looks like you'll finally have to cooperate for once."

I was still sitting on the floor and I stretched out my legs. Looking over at the man, I saw that he wore a pleased expression at the sight of me in here. "Im sorry, but who are you?" I asked getting closer to the door. He chuckled, "I'm Richard Park; I've been assigned to bring you in for the past several months." I laughed dryly, "Well, considering I got myself locked up, I wouldn't say that you're any good at your job."
Park crossed his arms. "The end result was the same, though wasn't it? You're behind bars. So who cares how you got in here."

I narrowed my eyes at him, " Is there any specific reason you're here, Mr.Park? Or are you gracing me with your presence just to boast at my minor setback."
"Minor setback?" He laughed. "What? Do you believe your bionic boyfriend is gonna get you out of here? It's only a matter of time before the authorities find him if T'Challa doesn't first." I placed my hands on my hips, "Why not? James has escaped both of them before. Plus nobody but the people behind these bars know where they went, and I don't think any of us are going to tell you."

     Richard walked closer to the glass and banged one fist on it. I stood my ground, unafraid; I saw his action coming from a mile away.
"Now you listen here, Doyle," he said with a raging look in his eyes, "Right now, you're in the most heavily fortified containment unit that the government has to offer. So sorry to burst your bubble, but you're never getting out of here. Your friends? Also never getting out unless they cooperate and I know it's only a matter of time until they figure it out. But you? Your Hydra ass isn't fooling anyone. Only way you're getting out of here is in a body bag once you finish rotting in this place."

Jesus, that was dramatic.

     He only looked for fear in my eyes but I wasn't going to give him any. I trust in Bucky and Steve to get me out of here.
Besides. . .

"I've escaped worse cells than this submarine," I said defiantly. "It's only a matter of time until I get bored and find my way out."

Park narrowed his eyes at me and with one final and hateful look, he walked away. When I was sure he was gone, I let out a breath and went back to my place on the floor.
My thoughts were filled with worry for Steve and Bucky. Park was right, T'Challa was going to find Bucky soon one way or another.

The bruises I still have on my side are a painful reminder of what awaits him if The Black Panther ever does find them.

Two Days Later

     A knocking on the glass caused me to bring my head out from my knees and look at its source. I stood up and ran over to it before I could even process my actions.
Steve was smiling at me from the other side with a device in his hands.

"Oh my god, it took you long enough," I joked. "I thought I was going to have to find my own way out of this fishbowl."

     I heard him laugh and after he pressed a few buttons, my door unlocked and I walked outside of my glass confinement. Immediately I was engulfed in a strong hug and I was relieved that my brother was okay. When I pulled away I noticed that someone was missing.

"Steve?" I asked in a worried tone, "Where's Bucky?" My mind was already racing with the worst possibilities I I felt a knot tighten in my chest.
"He's alive, don't worry," he said to my and I felt relief wash over me. "But he's not exactly in the best condition. Tony roughed him up real bad."
"What?" I asked and I saw Steve move to the other cells. One by one they opened and the rest of our team was out. "Why would Tony do such a thing?"
Sam crossed his arms, "Last time he was here, he said he was gonna help you two. Doesn't make sense that he would try and kill Barnes."

Steve sighed, "I'll explain once we get out of here." The rest of us, all remembering our current situation, agreed and made our way quickly to the roof where a jet was waiting for us.
"Where'd you manage to find that?" Clint asked. "I thought the government took away all of our toys."
"It's not from our government," Steve explained while we boarded. "It's Wakandas."

     I almost threw myself out the window, "Steve are you crazy? You do know that The king of said Wakanda is currently trying to kill Bucky. If this thing has a tracker he coul-"
"Relax, Claire," he said. "He's on our side now. When he found out that Bucky didn't really kill his father, he offered to assist us. We're on our way to one of his secret locations right now."
I crossed my arms and reluctantly sat back down, "And Bucky's there?"

Sam walked over to us, "Would you care to explain what happened with Stark?" I nodded and looked back at Steve waiting.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "During Bucky's time as The Winter Soldier, he killed Howard and Maria Stark." I gasped in disbelief. "Tony had started to help us, but when he found out about the truth about his parents, he attacked Bucky. It took both of us to stop him."
Sam turned to me. "Did you know about this?" I shook my head, "No. There was a period of time in Hydra where we weren't working together. Hydra must've ordered him to kill them during that time."

     We were all quiet for a moment. Sam got up from his seat, "I'm gonna go check on the rest of the group."
Steve stayed with me and I took a deep breath. "How bad is he?" I asked. "Well," he started, "thankfully, the super soldier serum has helped him so he should he a lot better by the time we arrive."
"But?" I asked. There was always something that went wrong. "But, Tony ripped his metal arm off." My eyes widened. "He needs you, Claire," he said quietly. "I can see the guilt eating at him. I can't help him."

     I put my hand on Steve's and smiled, "You're doing what you can. He knows that. I'm just glad you're both alive."