Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Rescue

Sarah's POV

Winter dragged me along by one arm, moving quickly down the hallway. Chaos reined, people shouting, running everywhere. Armed soldiers passed us, all running the same way. I managed to procure myself a gun, a knife, two grenades, and a couple small devices off the belts of the soldiers as they passed, hiding them in my catsuit.

If Winter was taking me back to the room I'd started out in, I wasn't going in empty handed this time. I was not helpless, and I'd be damned if they made me out to be. I was hoping for a cell phone, but I wasn't going to hold my breath. This was Russia, after all.

He opened the door of what must be the containment room and I immediately saw that while it was similar to the room they'd kept me in earlier, it wasn't the same one. The biggest difference was that there weren't any electromagnetic cuffs to bind my arms and legs. I didn't think Hydra would be dumb enough to leave me loose, but it looked like they had bigger problems on their hands right now. As soon as the door closed, that same voice from earlier started to give James commands.

I quickly shot out the com box, cutting off his orders. "You don't have to listen to them, James. You're an American citizen, not Hydra's brainwashed thug."

"<I am the Winter Soldier, not this James you speak to.>"

The phone started ringing and I picked it up before he could, afraid they were just going to give him orders that way since the com box wasn't functional. I was positive they had cameras watching us, so I wouldn't be able to block his orders for long, but I'd do what I could.

"<Put the Soldier on the phone.>" A man's voice ordered in Russian.

"<I can't do that.>" I hung up the phone and pulled the line from the wall. There was no way to dial out anyways.

He looked at me in surprise, his eyes slightly less dead than before. "If they have orders for me, they will find a way to get them to me."

"Just because they triggered Winter doesn't mean they get to keep you if I have any say."

"Why would you do that – prevent them from giving me orders?"

"People always do crazy things when they're in love," I said with a shrug, quoting a movie we'd watched together recently. I moved closer to him and reached up, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. He didn't respond, arms staying at his side, but I wasn't going to give up on him. Not now, not ever.

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Winter's POV

The kiss was pleasant, but I wasn't given leave to fraternize with the prisoner by my handlers, so I did nothing that would invite punishment. I felt her smile when she felt my arousal growing between us, her body pressed to mine.

The way she talked to me and touched me suggested familiarity, but I didn't know her...unless I'd been sent to retrieve her. I assumed she was American from her defiance, but the way she easily switched between languages made me wonder if she was an agent of some sort that had displeased our leaders. That would explain why she was here in Siberia.

When the door opened and my handler came in, armed and angry, the woman stepped away from me, her stance shifting into one of readiness.

"Evans – why the fuck do you always have to make things so goddamn difficult?" he snapped at the woman, aiming for her head. He didn't seem to like this female very much and it appeared the feeling was mutual, given her expression and body language.

"I'm female. It's in my DNA," she replied with a sneer. "You'd know that if you ever spent any time with one outside a whorehouse, dickhead."

He cocked the gun and while I knew he wanted to shoot her badly, I also knew he hadn't been given leave to do so. I saw the gun in her hand and wondered if she would be foolish enough to try to shoot him, provoking him into killing her if she took that shot - valuable prisoner or not. I found myself amused by the woman and wondered what outlandish thing she would try next.