Winter's Revenge [winter soldier//Bucky Barnes AU]

Chapter Three

SARAH'S POV

"Alright, you. Get up and walk." The man told me, and I frowned, bewildered.

It had been seven days since I was taken, and I hadn't walked a single step. I barely had the strength to move my hands anymore. I was still lying on the table, strapped down.

The man rolled his eyes and unstrapped me all the way, making me fall to the floor. He grabbed my hair and hauled me to my feet, and then pulled me against a wall, holding me by my neck. I gasped in shock and clutched at my throat, unable to scream. He just looked at me with anger.

"We created you to be a warrior, and here you are, not even able to best a normal man. Where is your anger?! Where is your power?! Aren't you angry that we took you away from your love, The Winter Soldier? The master assassin, the killer, the monster, the-"

Complete rage took over before he could say another word. I grabbed his throat and yelled, slamming him to the floor with a new found power. I stepped over him in a state of absolute rage and kicked him in the stomach, making him roll over and grunt with pain. But it still wasn't enough to erase the horrible feeling of vengeance that was twisting my stomach into knots.

I kicked him again and again and again, until the anger subsided a bit. When I looked down, the man had blood coming from his mouth. I think I killed him. Normally, I would be stunned at what I did- but right now?

It felt damn good.

"He's not a monster." I spat at the mans broken body, before turning around to find the door.

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The door, once I found it, had been solid steel. I couldn't manage to even make a dent in it, much to my dismay.

So I waited for someone else to come into the room, and tried to come up with a plan as to how to escape. I didn't feel weak at all anymore, which automatically gave me a huge advantage in any fight. Luckily I had been paying attention enough to know that most of the doctors had knives and not guns, from the knife-shape on the inside of their pant waistbands. I also knew that they knew little of the extent of my 'powers,' from hearing their conversations when they were operating on me yesterday.

I looked at my hands, and noticed some more of the frost that was on my skin. I tried to pick it off with my other hand, but it was like it was part of me, and it wouldn't budge. I wondered what the man meant when he said that the world would end in ice thanks to me.

What did that mean? Surely the frost covering me, and the extreme cold I felt inside, had something to do with what he said. But I couldn't put my finger on what he meant.

I frowned, thinking.

I put my hands by my side and clutched at the edges of the table I was sitting on, suddenly hearing a crackling noise as my body temperature dropped.

No.

My eyes grew wide as I looked down.

It couldn't be.

There was ice spreading from my fingers all the way across the table, leaving little icicles hanging from the edge. I frowned, examining the tiny ice crystals that came from me. I lifted my hands and the ice slowly disappeared without leaving any traces of water.

To say I was confused was putting it lightly.

I touched my jacket, and a steady trail of ice came from my fingertips, slowly covering my jacket in a small layer of frost.

What was I?!

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BUCKY'S POV

We stood in a circle, trying to figure out a plan. We had arrived at the 'secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base' Fury knew about around four days ago, and Fury wouldn't let any of us leave. I was having trouble controlling the amount of rage welling up inside me. All we did was sit around and discuss the same strategies we discussed the day before, the strategies that were going to work if Fury would just let us try them. We could have saved Sarah by now if it weren't for his reluctance to put us in the field.

I couldn't imagine the things she has already been through. Has she been tortured so long and so much, that she would rather die? Has she been mutated into a monster that will never again be my Sarah? Have they altered her to be unrecognizable, or worse, wiped her memory? Or (I didn't even want to think about it) was she already gone?

So many questions buzzed around my head, flitting back and forth like a panicked butterfly. I couldn't calm it down no matter how hard I tried; there just wasn't anything I could do. My mind was racing with terrible things Sarah could be going through right now.

"So as far as we know, there are five Hydra bases within twenty miles of where Garrett took Sarah. He had no planes, no cars and no helicopters to transport him, meaning he had to have to walk through the woods. My guess is he didn't go too far and stopped at a nearby one, and maybe after he got some rest he moved to a different location. I'm not sure, but the best we can do is search each base." Tony announced, pointing to a screen with all the bases listed. I frowned, stepping forward to speak.

"The nearest one was ten point five miles from the destroyed warehouse- it would've been one hell of a walk, even for me and Steve. Plus he was carrying another person. He had to have stopped in the woods somewhere, meaning there would probably be remnants of a camp or fire. If we go back there, we can follow the path he most likely took, and find a campsite that will prove he went that way." I explained. Everyone thought for a moment, and Steve nodded.

"I think Bucky is right. That's our best course of action." He said, and Natasha and Tony nodded.

"I agree. Anyone object?" Fury asked, and everyone kept their hands down. He nodded.

"Alright. Everyone eat and get sleep tonight, and tomorrow we'll begin the search. Feel free to grab any extra clothes you may need, because I'm going to stand by a couple miles out. Tony is going to hand out earpieces so you can reach me if you need something. Got it?" He asked, earning several nods in reply, before leaving the room. We all stayed awkwardly in the main living space, not knowing how to proceed. The new kid, Peter, sat down on the couch across the room. So far he was keeping mostly to himself. Steve, Natasha and Cara followed him and went to sit down, leaving me, Valerie and Tony standing. Fury, after receiving a very urgent message about one of Sam's friends, had sent Sam to New York. Something about technology development, and using his suit's technology to develop better-working jet packs. I'm not totally sure. I just know that he probably won't be back for a while- Fury also wants him to help train some new agents.

Steve sat quietly on the end of the couch while Peter, Cara and Natasha talked. He looked out of place in this society, and I'm sure he knew it. I felt out of place too, but I had a lot of different reasons to feel out of place than just being in a different time period.

I also felt out of place because I was missing a piece of me, a piece I was struggling to live without.

And I was going to do anything to get her back, no matter what the hell Fury had to say. I would disobey him in a heartbeat. After all, why should I trust a man I don't know, who no longer holds any power or authority over anyone, when Sarah's life is at stake?

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