Y/N's POV
When we arrive at the camp of the 107th they tell us that Steve's last mission was succsessful. Well, except Bucky falling but they caught Zola. He is going to be interrogated tomorow.
They organise us a truck that will take us to the base the Howling Commandos and Zola are at. For the first time in weeks I have a restful night without any night terrors. Probably due to my head being in James' lap. It feels comforting to know he is near. At first Sanaa gave us a few confused looks but she soon caught on.
They were already awaiting for us when we arrive in the morning, more like early noon. But the new guy called Jack forgot to tell Steve about it so this happened:
Steve walks down the hallway. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. He is pointlessly walking through the building but when he sees Bucky he asks: "Bucky?" Bucky being Bucky answers with: "Who the hell is Bucky?" Steve is take aback but comes back to his senses when Bucky starts to chuckle.
"C'mere, jerk!" "Always will, punk" They embrace eachother and stay like this for a moment until someone decided to whistle and I joined in. Bucky turns around with a surprised look on his face. "What? A lady can whistle too, right Sanaa?
She didn't pay any atention to us so she doesn't know what is going on. She was distracted by none other than Montgomery Falsworth. "Was? Ja- I mean yes.", she is so cute when she's embarassed. She is saved by the Colonel walking in and pretty much ordering us to watch while he interrogates Zola because he wants to make sure we don't oversee anything.
We go to the observation room and the Colonel walks in. He brings lunch for Zola? Is that how he wants to bribe him? The doctor gets scared when Philips walks in. The Colonel walks to the table and instructs Zola to sit down. "What is this?" What does he think it is? Super-soldier serum? The Colonel answeres his question. "Steak."
"What is in it?" Hmmm, let's think children. What's in a steak? Dodo bird, obviously. Or was that the 'Schweinsbraten'? I should have payed more attention when aunt Bertha was teaching me how to cook. For the first time the Colonel wasn't yelling at someone for asking stupid questions. "Cow. I hope you realise how hard it is to get a hold of a prime cut like that out here." Are they going to talk about food now? "I don't eat meat." Good for you. Can we skip to the part where he tells us apout Hydra's secret plans? Please? "Why not?" "It disagrees with me." Oh no, you get tummy problems?
"How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy too?" Finally someone who speak my language. But does it have to be the Colonel? Zola just started at him and he flips around the tray with the food and starts cutting the steak. He talks while doing it.
"Every Hydra agent that we've tried to take alive has crunched a little pill before we could stop him. But not you. So-" He puts a piece of steak in his mouth. "Here's my brilliant theory. You want to live." He hasn't killed himself so he wants to live. A three year-old could have figured this out.
"You're trying to intimidate me Colonel." I knew it, I'm surrounded by idiots! Stop stating the obvious and tell us about your stupid plan. The Colonel does't seem bothered one bit. "I brought you dinner. " He slipped Zola a paper. Why didn't I get to see that paper before? "Hey Steve, what's on that paper?... The file?" The only response I get is "Shhhh" Did he just 'Shhhh' me?
I turn my attention back to the room on the other side of the two way mirror. "... information he has provided and in exchange for his full cooperation Dr. Zola is being remarted to Switzerland." That's a fake, it must be a fake. He would never do that. He is stupid, but not that stupid.
The Colonel sprinkled some salt on the potatoes and said : "I've sent this message to Washington this morning. Of course it was coded. You guys haven't broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward." He lookes at his meal. He's bluffing. Zola was terrified. "Sch-sch-schmidt would know this is a lie." "He's gonna kill you anyways, doc. You're a liability, you know more about Schmidt than anyone else. You should be happy that Captain Rogers's very best friend is alive. Although I wouldn't count on the very best of protection.-"
I look over to Bucky. I still can't believe that he is here with me. A lot changed over the 5 weeks I've been a prisoner of Hydra. It breaks my heart to see him desperately trying to cover is metal arm. It doesn't help that Steve is eyeing that arm. It looks like the arm is hurting him. I'll have Howard or another scientist take a look at it even if I have to fight Bucky. Bucky seems to realise that we are looking at him. I look away, there's nothing I can say or do right now to make it better. Steve just gives him a reassuring smile and turns his attention to the interrogation.
"Schmidt believes that he walks in the footsteps of the gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him." "You do realise that's nuts, doctor." We all do. The real question is what gods? Greek, Roman, Norse... Which? Zola says something about a plan with no consequenses but I can't understand all of it.
"And why is that?" Well because the doctor said it under his breath so only you can understa- "Because he can do it!", Zola raised his voice this time. The Colonel didn't mind it he simply asked his next question. "What's his target?" Zola bends over and whispers "His target is everywhere"
The Colonel stops chewing, stands up and hurries out. "Where's their last base?" He practically yells but none of us mind anymore. "Not too far away, Sir", answeres Steve. "But Sergeant Barnes needs medical atention because of his left arm. By medical I mean Stark's." "No, I don't. I'm fine.", he's as stubborn as a mule. Hr reminds me of Aunt Bertha. I grab his left arm and show it to the Colonel who's a bit taken aback by it but says: "Have Stark take a look at it while the others and I discuss the plans"
Him and Steve go one way while I and Bucky go the other.
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