Pushing Daisies [BUCKY BARNES]

23

My heartbeat picked up tenfold as I stepped off the quinjet in front of the two super soldiers. The brisk Siberian air bit at my ears and my lips, making a shiver run through me. This place was all too familiar, as when I had started getting my memories back this had been the first place I remembered.

The HYDRA base in Siberia, Russia. The place I was taken to die.

The giant snow truck let all of us know Zemo, the name of the wonky doctor, was here. Together, we made our way to the doors of the base. Visions started running behind my eyes. Being forced through these doors kicking and screaming. Being shoved into a chair and having pieces buckled around my head. The pain, dear God, the pain.

"He can't have been here more then a few hours." Steve said, walking forwards through the already open doors. "Just long enough to wake 'em up."

James and I followed silently.

Riding the elevator down was a nightmare, and I came to the realization as to why I hated elevators so much. I had been dragged up and down this one so many times to have so many bad things done to me, it was just a subconscious fear of torture I had been subject to.

When it stopped Steve pulled the grate up and James positioned his gun. I could feel the earth beneath our feet quaking along with my fear, only slight tremors. Yellow light danced around my hands, pulsing and jumping as we walked forwards.

We hugged the wall, staying close together, but the clang that resonated from the elevator jumped us all into motion. Steve held up his shield and I ducked behind him, James behind me with his gun raised. We stood silently, watching with big eyes.

"Ready?" Steve whispered.

"Yeah," James answered, the gun clicking as he shifted it against his metal arm.

When the doors were forced open and Tony stepped out, I grabbed tightly to Steve's shoulders, my yellow energy pulsating around all three of us now and lighting up the hall. "Don't let him take me."

"I won't." James whispered behind me. "Not now, not ever."

Tony's helmet peeled back and he looked around, "you seem a little defensive."

"It's been a long day," Steve answered, advancing.

Tony looked up at the two of us still on the stairs, James' gun clutched tightly as I knelt below him, shaking as pulsing brightly. "At ease, soldiers. I'm not currently after you."

"Then why are you here," Steve questioned, but it sounded more like a statement.

Tony shrugged, "maybe your story's not so crazy. Maybe." He looked around, "Ross has no idea I'm here I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise I gotta wrestle myself."

"Well that sounds like a lotta paperwork," Steve replied, and I could tell he still wasn't buying into what Tony was selling, but he lowered his shield. "It's good to see you, Tony."

"You too, Cap." Tony then looked at me. "You too, Wes."

"It's Lillian." I whispered, my voice coming out as a squeak.

"It's a truce, here," he then directed his attention to James, "you can drop your weapons."

The both of us only calmed slightly when Steve raised his hand to us, my fingers latching onto the leg of James' pants.

We soon all started onwards, and I could feel the tremors in the earth getting worse as we got father away from the entrance. I was petrified, and I had no idea how James was keeping himself so cool. I was shaking, sweating profusely, and would jump at any little noise.