Captain's Hart and Soul

Chapter 21 Trigger

*A/N Lots of changing P.O.V.'s in this one!

Arianna P.O.V.

Arianna frowned, glancing around uneasily as all the lights in the office suddenly went out and the monitors all switched off as the power in the building cut. She looked back in alarm at Steve to see the trio inside the conference room also looking around in confusion as emergency fluorescent lights switched on around the edges of the room, throwing everything into a dim green hue.

"Great." Colonel Ross muttered as he pulled out his walkie-talkie, calling: "Come on, guys. Get me eyes on Barnes."

He motioned to the other soldiers in the office as the men all stood to attention, ordering: "Go."

Nat and Arianna exchanged looks before turning to Tony sharply. The billionaire was already on it, calling through his special sunglasses: "Friday. Give me the source of that damage."

Nat turned to quickly move to one of the computers, hoping to try and get something to work as Arianna glanced back at Steve once more.

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Steve P.O.V.

Steve met Arianna's eyes briefly, and understanding passed between them. It didn't matter if they were currently at odds, years of working together meant they could literally tell what the other was thinking without one word exchanged. Arianna quickly turned away to avoid drawing attention to Steve while Steve turned to Sharon sharply, giving her a pointedly questioning look.

Sam did the same, and she caught their looks. She answered quickly: "Sub-level 5, east wing."

Steve looked at Sam, and then the pair ran out of the conference room, using Ross's current focus on the power outage to race out of the office without notice. Sharon met eyes with an extremely worried Arianna as the brunette glanced back out of the corner of her eye. Arianna turned back to watch Tony anxiously, one hand on her stomach and the other twisting her locket.

None of them saw T'Challa spot Steve and Sam's exit, a thoughtful look crossing his features as he did.

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Bucky P.O.V.

Bucky glanced around the darkened room, red alarm lights flashing and providing the only light. He asked with a confused frown: "What the hell is this?"

"Why don't we discuss your home?" His interrogator asked instead. "Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no."

The man's accent thickened and he pulled out a notebook from his bag. He held it up so that Bucky could see the cover as the man said menacingly: "I mean, your real home."

Bucky's heart dropped as he recognized the star on the cover, the only distinguishing mark on the leather notebook. He finally realized something was very wrong, but it was too late as the stranger removed his glasses and began to read in Russian as he paced around Bucky's cage: "Longing. Rusted."

"No." Bucky gasped as he felt an intense pressure beginning to build in his mind.

"Seventeen." The man continued, and Bucky hissed as he felt his control starting to slip: "Stop."

Bucky's arms began to shake and he clenched his fist tightly as he tried to fight the effects the words were having on him. He shook his head, trying to remember Steve, his best friend, his...

"Stop." He bit out, but the man continued: "Daybreak."

Bucky howled, his metal arm breaking out of the heavy restraints as the Winter Soldier reared his head and began trying to free himself with a vengeance.