Fall of the Mighty ★ [4] ✔

Renegades

⏳ 2016 

I massaged the muscles on the inside of my bicep rubbing the mud away, sore from the brawl with the chopper.

I thought about Andi. The look she'd given me...it broke me. Those emerald green eyes pleading for me to not leave her, no matter the petty arguments we'd had only hours before, but knowing that I need to to help my best friend. Truly, I hadn't wanted to leave her. But I had to. We had to split up. It was safer that way. It was safer for her. For her conflicted mind, and for the decision she had to make. Whether she liked it or not, she had to choose a side. And I didn't know if I could look at her the same if she sided with Tony. Not after all this. Not after the decisions he made. Not for what Bucky's fate awaited him.

The sound of police choppers roared overhead as I peeked out of the gap offered between the garage doors, examining our surroundings through it. They were looking for us. They'd find us eventually. Andi would find me eventually. But it would be on my terms and my terms only. I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I wasn't going to give Bucky up as easily as a simple diplomatic conversation.

"Hey, Cap!" I turned on my heel and jogged back to Sam's voice.

Bucky sat on the edge of a piece of machinery, his metal arm jammed between the closed two pieces of it, pinning him there. He wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.

He looked up at me with tired, conflicted eyes. "Steve."

I wasn't going to take any chances now. I needed to know who I was talking to: my best friend or the weapon who threw around soldiers like they were ragdolls. "Which Bucky am I talking to?"

Bucky thought about his reply, delving into his memory to dig out the answer I was looking for. "Your mom's name was Sarah." A smile appeared on his bloody, dirty face, chuckling at a memory of a happier time. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

I smiled too. It was him. Only he'd know about those fragments of our childhood together. That wouldn't be recorded in the history books.

A toothy grin appeared on my face. "Can't read that in a museum."