Pushing Daisies [BUCKY BARNES]

17

My own screaming woke me up. Nightmares of Bucky being clawed apart by that cat man haunted me, and I was glad when the sounds of my own screams pulled me from the terror. When I sat up I was somewhere new, and I didn't like it one bit.

I slid out of the hospital bed, pulling the IV from my right arm, and wandering down the halls. My long white hospital gown fluttered around me as I tried my best to locate the others. When I finally found the room where everyone was, it was a little more then curious. Tony and Natasha stood separated from everyone else, while Steve, Sam, and some other girl stood in a glass room.

I walked through the crowds of armed guard and into the glass room, waving at Steve and sitting down at the table.

Both men looked more then shocked to see me, but the girl simply smiled and waved.

"Nice to see you up and about, Lillian."

I simply nodded to her, looking around the room. A box of pens sat open on the table, and sheets of paper were spread everywhere. I caught my name written on a few of them. Most of the time it was listed next to a big red stamp reading 'free of charges.'

I was as content as I could be, being surrounded by people I knew. That is, until, I noticed the tv in the corner. A gasp escaped my lips, but I didn't know what exactly to say. "Where is he?"

"Sub level five, east wing." The girl answered under her breath.

I turned and looked at her. She looked uncharacteristically like the only friend I could remember from before HYDRA. "Are you Peggy's granddaughter?"

She smiled a little and nodded. "Sharon Carter."

I smiled back at her, then turned back in my seat. I watched the video screen anxiously, watching the doctor speak to him, and I couldn't help the knots twisting in my gut. This man seemed too familiar, too close to us. He knew something he shouldn't and even though I wished I would have been awake to voice my protests about him speaking to James, they would have put them in that locked room anyways.

"Tell me Bucky," the man started, "you have seen a great deal, haven't you?"

That German accent set me on edge. That, and the fact that a piece of glass was the only thing separating him and James while walls of steel separated them from me.

He stared at him, and my heart sank as his gravelly voice answered. "I don't wanna talk about it." His jaw clenched, and with it I could feel my body tensing up further, ready to sprint to that room at all costs.

"You're afraid that if you open your mouth the horrors may never stop?" It was quiet as he stared at his computer, but at his next words I was up and charging from the room, shoving past Tony as he attempted to stop me. "Don't worry. We only have to talk about one."

My little legs raced through the hallways as fast as I could, but even then I felt as though I wasn't going fast enough. When I slid my way through the door the lights died out and I cursed, seeing him with his head back. "James!"

His head shot up, "Lilly!" He glared at the doctor. "What the hell is this?"

I stalked forwards, placing myself between the two. "One foot closer and I'll rip your head off."

The doctor ignored me. "Why don't you tell me about your home." He inquired, "not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no." He reached in his bag to fish something out.

I spun to face the man behind me, placing a tiny hand on the glass, and suddenly flashbacks raced through my mind of the first time I had helped him escape. "I'll get you out of here."