Pushing Daisies [BUCKY BARNES]

21

I almost wanted to be uncomfortable with the suit Clint had thrown in my direction, but when it was all said and done I had to admit that I looked pretty cute. It was skin tight, spandex almost, and it was a deep royal purple. Except for the right arm, that is. The right sleeve of my suit was a shiny silver, matching to Bucky's metal arm. I pulled my long hair back into low pigtails, and stepped out of the bathroom.

Steve was waiting outside for me, it having been decided that since I was still (hopefully) on Tony's good side, we would go out together. "Lets get moving."

"Yes sir," I nodded, falling into step with the super soldier as we made our way out onto the tarmac. Steve broke into a run, and I had to hustle to catch back up.

As we neared a chopper, something shot out of the sky and sent electric pulses through the aircraft. Looking up, we both realized it was Stark and his best friend Rhodey.

"Wow, it's so funny how you run into people at the airport, don't you think thats weird?" Tony snapped, his head gear folding backwards so we could see his face. He looked absolutely livid.

I raised my hand to wave, but he just threw me a disgusted look and I felt the need to puke rise up in my throat.

"Definitely weird." Colonal Rhodes commented.

"Just hear me out," Steve started, "that doctor, that psychiatrist, he's behind all of this."

Suddenly the man in the cat suit leapt over the chopper, and I shrieked. That was the man that almost killed me. When I caught eyes with Tony, though, as I held tight to Steve's arm, I could see the regret flashing through him.

"Captain." The cat man's voice was low and gravelly, a trace of an Eastern African accent present.

"Your Highness," Steve returned. He was a king? How could that devil be a king to some country?

"Anyways," Tony but in, "Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?"

"You're after the wrong guy."

"Your judgement is askew." Tony fired back, his eyes cold and hating. "Your old war buddy killed innocent people at the Accords, and she-" his voice broke as he directed the attention to me. "She killed innocent people yesterday."

"Shut up!" I roared, startling all the men in the area, "I would rather have died then kill all those people, Tony, but since you don't see to give so much as a shit about what the rest of us feel, the people who did these things, then I hope you end up with what you deserve. You're now throwing friends, family into a fight because you want to protect your pride. You're tearing apart your relationships with others because you can't sit down and listen to someone else's side."

It was silent for a while, and I saw Tony's face fall at my words. I knew if I could just push him a little more he would actually start to rethink what he wanted to do. If he turned James and I over, we would be killed on the spot. Executed for crimes we didn't voluntarily commit.

But, of course, Steve had to cut in and ruin any chance I had of backing down the opposing side. "There are five others just like them," he quipped, "we can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. We can't."

"Steve."

We both turned our heads to see Natasha standing there, and I knew it was over.

"You know what's about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?"

It got quiet again, and I could feel the tension in the air. It almost made it hard to breathe, and I was quick to realize that if something else didn't change for the better in the next few minutes I would go into a panic attack.