Winter's Father

Chapter 18

                       Jace
   I ran up and down the halls of the facility, looking for my bag. I can't go anywhere without my inhaler or a computer. Especially my inhaler.

   I finally found it in the care room. I grabbed it and ran back into the hallways. Now to find a way out of here.

   I ran and ran, but couldn't find no way out. I thought I would never get out of here.

   Then the empty halls were filled with screams. Bucky's screams. This is all my fault. He wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for me. I always mess up everything.

   It got a lot harder to run while listening to his screams. I started to breathe hard, too. Not now.

   After a while, I finally found a door out. As soon as I got out, the screaming stop.

   I couldn't breathe. I started to wheeze. It got harder and harder. I fell to ground, crying hard. Crying wasn't helping either. It was so hard to breathe. I was also weak. I grabbed my bag and started throwing things out of it, looking for my inhaler.

   Finally, I found it. I could barely pull the cap off because I was weak. When I did pull it off, I put it in my mouth, and took a deep breath. I started to breathe a little clearer.

   I was still crying, though. I just couldn't stop. I tried to remember what Bucky told me, but that only made it worse. If I didn't get a grip, I would probably have another asthma attack.

   A few minutes later, I finally got a grip. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the city. The more people the merrier.

   "I'm so sorry, Daddy." I said aloud before I left.

   I finally made it to the city. It took a few car rides, but I got there.

   I found a restaurant that had WiFi and sat at a table. I opened my computer and hacked the password. Hydra was probably monitoring the computer, so I better be quick.

   Once I hacked back into Hydra's system, I looked for Bucky's file. When I found it, I deleted it so they couldn't have any information about him. I closed the computer and threw it away. If they were tracking my computer, they would find it in the trash.

   Then when I walked out of the restaurant, I saw Jasper Sitwell, the same time he saw me.

   "Hey, kid!" He yelled after me. I took off, only to be stopped by one of the men that was with him. Sitwell grabbed my arm.

   "Pierce will be glad that we found you." He said as he tightened his grip. Then his phone went off. It was Alexander Pierce.

   "Speak of the devil." He said as he looked at it. "Go get the car." He ordered the two men. When they left, he answered it.

   "Yes, sir?" He asked

   "Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious." A different voice said.

   "Who's this?"

   "The good-looking guy in the sunglasses. Your 10 o' clock."

   Sitwell listened and looked to his 10 o' clock. But it wasn't mine, so I saw the man first.

   "Your other 10 o' clock." The man corrected Sitwell. "There you go." The man said, raising his glass.

   "What do you want?"

   "You're going to go around to the corner on your right. There's a grey car two spaces down. You and I are going to take a ride." The man said. "The kid can come, too." He added.

    "And why would I do that?" Sitwell asked.

   "Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up." The man retorted.

   Sitwell looked down at his tie and saw a little red light on it.

   This man was good.

   "Come on kid." Sitwell ordered. I obeyed and followed him to the car.