Persuasion »Quicksilver

The Winter Soldier

Then the electricity cuts out.

Pietro, illuminated by his blue glow, darts over to the light switch. He flicks it on and off impatiently before appearing in front of me.

His foot taps nervously.

Red safety lights throb angrily, making my headache worse.

"We need to find Bucky," I say, my chest heaving as what I can only identify as Bucky Barnes fear washes over me in great waves.

He must be really scared if I can feel him from here... my breath catches. I don't have time to think about this- he needs help.

"Now."

"Before he goes crazy, no?" Pietro quirps, eyebrow raised slightly. He bounces on his toes in anticipation.

"About right,"

Air rushes through me as I am swept from my feet and hurtled at the speed of light. I tighten my grip on Pietro, squeezing my eyes closed.

Nausea rolls over me but I steel my jaw firmly shut. I swear I hear The speedster chuckle.

The closer we get, the more my head throbs with Barnes fear.

As the world stills around me, I openly my eyes slowly.
A cool wall is pressed against my back which I steady myself on. Pietro's body is close to mine, my hand on his chest which rises and falls quickly.

Pietro's eyes shine down at me in the dim light, glowing with exhilaration. He raises a single finger to his lips, and I nod my head slightly.

My eyes widen at the low groan from the room behind us.

"No."

It's Bucky.

I move my body to look through the door, hidden from anyone in there, feeling Pietro shift to place his arm protectively around me.

A man strolls before the glass cage, his steps calm despite the domineering figure that Barnes presents. The emergency lighting casts shadows across Bucky's features. I involuntarily gasp at the pain dancing across his face.

"Грузовой вагон." The unknown man says.
His words Russia but his accent unnatural.

Bucky's metal fist slams into the glass screen, shattered glass spraying the room. Pietro pulls me back before a shard hits us.

We tense, my ears straining to listen but not daring to look.

"Солдат?"

I control my fear, staring intently at Pietro. He stares back searching my face for a clue as to what to do.

"Я готов отвечать." Barnes voice is cold and emotionless.

A cold pressure tightens around my heart. The voice is unpleasantly familiar, one that haunts my dreams and voices my fears.

That's not Bucky's voice. It's the winter Soldier's.

"Mission report. December 16, 1991."

"Get Steve." I whisper at Pietro. His eyes flash in horror, shaking his head in a jaunty manner.