Bender [s.r.]

0.4

Sirens wailed as we were held in the back of the truck. My leg fidgeted, bouncing up and down. I couldn't help but worry how Bucky was being treated, or where he was. 

My brain was going into a panic as the men around me were calm and collected.

"So, you like cats?" Sam spoke up to the man who sat in front of him, distracting me from my thoughts. For once, I was happy Sam found something mindless to talk about.

"Sam." Steve muttered, wanting him to not start anything.

"What?" He asked defensively. "Dude shows up dressed like a cat, you don't wanna know more?"

"I just thought he was some sort of furry." I leaned back in my chair, my leg still bouncing in anticipation. My fingers drummed on my knee as I couldn't steady myself.

"Your suit..." Steve paused. "It's vibranium?"

"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle, passed from warrior to warrior." He explained to us. "And now, because your friend murdered my father...I also wear the mantle of king. So, I ask you...as both warrior and king...how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?"

"As long as I'm still living." I looked over to the man, meeting his gaze.

~~~

Steve and I exited out of the one door and I looked over to my right. Bucky was kept in a cage, strapped down so he wouldn't try anything. He was bound to the chair. His small cage covered in bullet proof glass. 

My heart broke at the sight, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His eyes met mind before falling to my cuffs. I looked down at them before looking back up to Bucky.

"What's gonna happen to him?" Steve asked. He then lead me over to where Sharon and a smaller man stood.

"Sam thing that ought to happen to you." The small man with grey hair spoke. "Psychological evaluation and extradition."

"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander." Sharon introduced him to us.

"What about a lawyer?" Steve asked, no emotion in his tone.

"Lawyer. That's funny. See their weapons are placed in lockup." He smirked, cockily. "We'll write you a receipt."

"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that." Sam grumbled as he watched guards take away his bird suit. 

As we walked off I looked back over my shoulder to see Bucky. I sucked in a breath as he nodded to me that he would be alright. I just wished I'd believe it.

~~~

"You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell." Everett Ross explained to us as we walked through the halls. 

"But Ms Langdon," I looked up at the mention of my name, "if you do try anything, you will be put somewhere similar to Barnes. Or more. So you do me a favour and stay in it." The cold look I gave him caused him to smirk at me again. 

I swear to god, if only I could slap that stupid smirk off his face.

"I don't intend on going anywhere." T'Challa spoke.

~~~

"For the record, this is what making things worse looks like." Natasha said as she walked up to us in the halls. I looked over to her for a brief second, before looking away.

"He's alive." Steve stated.

"No. Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup." Tony said as he spoke over the phone while we walked in.