Detonate ~Bucky Barnes~

Chapter 5- Final

Bucky was absolutely terrified. He didn't voice it, but the way his hand instantly went to clutch the handle of the pistol stuffed in the waist band of his jeans gave it away. That and Elisaveta could feel the bones in her fingers giving way to the amount of pressure he was applying to them. She had instantly pried her fingers from his iron grip and instead wrapped her burning fingers around his bicep. He was unmoving, his eyes shifting as he scouted the area and glared at everything that made a sound. So, when Steve said that they had found a safe house to use until they could sort out the Zemo situation, Elisaveta had to basically drag Bucky after the retreating Avengers. At this rate, with how fearful Bucky was of this Zemo character, she didn't want to know how this man was bad enough to shake even someone as strong as Bucky.

    When they reached the abandoned factory building that Steve was calling their safe house, Elisaveta was surprised to find a man she didn't know standing in the center of the room. She was instantly on high alert, her hand reaching back to grab at the gun Bucky was still clutching tightly in his metal hand. The man was tall, slightly taller than Bucky, and was dressed in a black suit with dark aviator shades covering his eyes. His hair was dark and his lips were turned down as he looked at the small device in his hands. He didn't look dangerous, but Elisaveta learned a long time ago that looks could be deceiving.

"It's okay Elisaveta," Steve reassured. "It's just Tony. He's a... He's an ally."

"Just Tony," the man scoffed. "I'm more than just Tony. I'm Tony fucking Stark."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Elisaveta whispered to Steve.

"Right. I forgot. You're ancient," Tony muttered. "And a foreigner."

"Zemo," Bucky spoke up from beside her, ignoring Tony as he stared between the three men. "What do we know?"

Tony pursed his lips, avoiding Bucky's gaze. He looked tense all of a sudden as if the presence of Bucky being in the same room perturbed him. She watched him closely as he taped away on his phone and pulled something up. A hologram appeared above his phone and on it was a pixilated picture of a man in an orange jumpsuit. He wore a dark jacket over it, so only the bright pants were showing, and the hood was pulled tight over his head to hide his face. She couldn't decipher who it was, although she assumed it was Zemo, but Bucky stiffened beside her again and she knew she was right.

"Wait," Steve spoke up. "That's not far from 5th Street, where this picture was taken. Zemo was put into a facility in Germany."

"Not according to this," Tony pulled up another picture on his phone. "The branch is expanding, something about running out of space, but let's be honest here, they're-."

"Focus, Tony," Bucky snapped.

"Fine," Tony glared harshly at Bucky. "The people that took you-."

"Wait, you knew that we were taken?" Elisaveta interrupted. "Why didn't you help us? That could have saved a lot of trouble."

And by trouble, Elisaveta meant lives. She wasn't blaming them, of course she wasn't, but she could only think about the "what ifs" of the situation. What if Steve and Sam had interfered at Coney Island? What if Steve and Sam rescued them before Elisaveta took matters into her own hands? What if no one had to die? They were endless and just thinking about them sent a sharp pain through her chest. She tried to ignore it.

"Of course we did," Steve defended. "You weren't gone that long. We were prepping to come to your rescue, but you had already escaped."

"Right, well, if you're done interrupting me and chit chatting like school girls," Tony drawled, annoyed. "The people that took you are a branch of the organization that held Zemo in Germany. They transferred him late last week. Not too long after Metal Man and Nina Dobrev's Ancestor here escaped, Zemo escaped. Your distraction made it supes easy to break Zemo out. Good job Cleopatra's psychotic, curly haired twin."