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

Chapter Twelve

A.N.

HUGE THANK YOU'S
To peachy912, thranduil-the-hella and Asgard_angel!!!!

You are helping me a ton with the plot line, and I can't thank you enough!

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*Bucky's POV*

I raced to her side, opening my arms and engulfing her. She hugged my neck tightly, squeezing us together. Her tears soaked my tee shirt but I didn't care.

She was in my arms, she was alive, and she was safe.

That's all that mattered.

I closed my eyes and tears fell against my will, sliding down my cheeks and onto her golden hair. I squeezed her tiny waist with my real hand, being careful with my metal one. The room was silent, but not an uncomfortable silence. More of an accepting silence.

"Bucky." Sarah whispered into my neck, fumbling with her words. I pulled away just enough to see her face, her beautiful, sunny face. The face I hadn't seen this happy in what felt like forever.

"I'm so sorry." She cried, a new round of tears starting to fall. I shook my head, putting my hands on her shoulders to steady her.

"It wasn't your fault." I replied. She nodded slowly after a while, and I hugged her again. I looked around at everyone over her shoulder.

Steve stood to the right, holding Natasha, and they were both smiling at me. Cara was crying tears of joy. Tony seemed mildly happy for me, along with Fury and Peter, and Valerie looked vaguely pissed off. But I really couldn't give a shit less about what she is thinking about.

All I cared about was that I had my Sarah back.

"Come on, guys. Give them some space." Steve said quietly, and everyone left the room, leaving me and Sarah alone. I pulled out of the hug to see her face.

She smiled trough her tears, her eyes shining. Her golden hair was messy and unruly, but it couldn't have looked any prettier.

I put my hands on her neck, enjoying the warm feel of her skin. She closed her eyes in happiness.

"It's okay, Sarah." I whispered, laying my forehead against hers. She sighed and clutched at my arms, as if trying to make sure I wouldn't leave, and I moved to sit on the hospital bed with her.

"I'm so, so sorry, Bucky." Sarah said again. I shook my head and pulled away, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me.

"Sarah, it's not your fault!" I exclaimed. Why did she keep saying sorry?

"But I hurt you! I made you think I was gone forever. You don't deserve any more mind tricks!" She said, looking at me with sadness in her eyes. My gaze softened, and I eyed her with sympathy.

"Sarah, it's ok. Whatever happened with you and Hydra is done and over with, in the past. All that matters is that we are here and we are together, ok?" I whispered, linking our hands. She nodded and smiled widely.

"We're safe." She said, hugging me again. I hugged her back.

"We're safe." I repeated.

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At the same time, at an undisclosed Hydra base in the U.S.

The man stepped forward hesitantly, debating whether or not going to the boss would end in his death. But he knew that if he didn't tell the boss, the boss would find out and kill him anyway. So he had to tell him.

He walked nervously down the hall, quickly moving. He dodged several agents and reached the door to his boss' office.

Hesitantly, he swung open the door.

The boss sat in a chair facing away from the man. No part of him was visible; but the man could hear his breathing. The swivel chair creaked as it spun around, and the boss' head and chest appeared above the ornate wooden desk.

The man gulped and waited for permission to speak.

"Ah, my faithful servant. What news have you brought for me today?" The boss asked. The man paused a moment to compose himself, and spoke.

"Sarah got away." He replied, cringing as he prepared to be killed. He waited for a while, but didn't feel anything. He looked up at his boss, awaiting punishment, but his boss was simply glaring at him.

"What? Who got her out?" He asked, slamming his fist on the table. The man flinched.

"Bucky, sir, along with the Captain and some others they are traveling with." The man answered. The boss thoughtful rubbed his chin, looking out of the window.

"Where are they now?" The boss asked, and the man replied quickly.

"In a plane, heading east. The exact coordinates are unknown."

The boss gave a crooked grin, making his ghastly smile even more gruesome than usual. But the man didn't dare voice his opinions.

"Thank you. You may go." The boss said, gesturing towards the door nonchalantly. The man lit up and smiled, relieved, and turned around. He began walking to the door, and then stopped to say one more thing.

"Thank you, Mr. Bones."

The man turned around again, but never made it to the door. He fell to the ground with an arrow dug six inches into his spine, his face morphed into one of shock.

Mr. Bones stood behind him, holding a crossbow.

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