We Have To Work Together

Chapter Twenty Eight: Rain

The interrogator kicks my chair so it falls over and hits the ground with a THUD.

"Where?!" he yells, his face becoming a tomato red from straining himself.

"What did you say?" I ask, "I couldn't hear you because you were too quiet."

"WHERE IS IT?!" he yells even louder than before.

"Gee, you don't have to yell. I have great hearing you know."

The man looks like he's about to blow a gasket but then he breathes in slowly and lets it out even more slowly. He then leans in so his face is inches from mine and says in a very deep, low voice, "Look, I don't want to hurt you. Please don't make me do this."

I know he's lying. I don't even have to pay attention to his body temperature. His tone of voice says it all. He would very much enjoy hurting me.

"Don't worry," I say, "you won't hurt me."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Because I'm going to kick your butt before you can even lay a finger on me."

He gives me a questioning look right before I bring a leg of the chair down on his foot.

He howls in pain and I leap onto his chest using it as a springboard so the chair hits the floor and breaks, freeing me from its hold.

I learned a few things from Black Widow.

I then run forward and wrap my body around him and twist it so that he lands on the floor.

Unfortunately, he's a pretty big guy so he gets up almost immediately. But I'm ready for him and release a bunch of sonic waves in his direction so he flies back and bursts through the wall of the opposite side of the room than me.

I turn and run out the door and down the hallway, almost running into someone on my way out.

Mac.

"Hey," I say, "you're a little late aren't you?"

"Sorry, we had to take out a bunch of guards on the way here. Who knew a broken down shed could just be the elevator for a secret underground Hydra base?"

"Yeah, who knew?"

That's when I feel the man behind me about to jump on me. But before I spin around and punch his lights out, Mac steps forward and sprays something on the man's face. The man cries out in pain and we start to run down the hallway.

"See Jack? I told you the pepper spray would come in handy!"

"Fiiiiine. You were right."

Suddenly, they both stop and I accidentally run into Mac again.

"Hey, why did you guys stop?" I ask.

Then I see why.

A man is standing at the end of the hallway blocking our path.

I feel the metal arm, face mask, and goggles. The all too familiar body. The long hair that hasn't been cut in years. The person who I had thought was dead until a few hours ago.

The Winter Soldier.

My brother.