19. Don't touch me

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   The three of us ran down to the level that Bucky was being held in

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   The three of us ran down to the level that Bucky was being held in. Steve opened the door first, he peeked into the room. He took a step into the room, we followed close behind him. Bodies laid scattered on the floor. Steve leaned down to check the pulse of a man when our attention was drawn to a man asking for help. I glared taking a step forward when Steve beat me to him. "Get up." The aggression clear in his voice as he grabbed him by the collar pulling him up angrily. I followed behind him standing near him with my arms crossed. "Who are you? What do you want?" He pressed the supposed doctor against the wall, I smirked hoping Steve would let me at him.

   "To see an empire fall." The doctor replied, my smirk fell and my eyebrows knitted together, I dropped my arms when someone came from behind me wrapping their arms around my stomach and flipping me onto the floor. I groaned in pain. Dust from the wall that was just punched flew around me. It was Bucky, no it was the Winter Soldier. Sam and Bucky fought before Bucky picked him up by the jaw throwing him into the containment module. Bucky went after Steve. I pulled myself up from the ground, going after the doctor who did this.

   "What did you do to him?" I asked holding my hand on his throat. He only smirked, punching him a few times in the face he fell to the floor. Bucky and Steve fought going down the corridor. I ran after them. I jumped onto Bucky's back wrapping my legs around his hips and wrapping my arms around his throat. Giving Steve enough time to breathe, Bucky grabbed my thigh with his flesh arm and then used his metal hand to break the grip I had around his throat. He flips me around and throws me into Steve. Can I just say, that man must have been built with bricks because it hurt.

   Steve stands, he grabs my arms while doing so, bringing me up with him. I groaned when I saw my husband rushing toward us. Bucky's fist punched into the elevator behind us. The next punch goes toward Steve's chest. Steve catches his fist. The whirling sound of his metal arm seemed to work in overload and Steve fell through the shaft of the elevator. To balance himself he grabbed me but I fell through. I hope the elevator isn't running or then my day would be officially worse. I landed on top of Steve facing up. I let out a loud groan as I rolled onto the dirt covered floor next to him.

   Steve stands looking around the shaft. He took off his jacket and started climbing up the wire of the elevator. He paused staring me, "Oh there is no way in hell." I said a small smile crossed his face.

   "There is no other way out." my nostrils flared as I waited for him to get higher up before following him. I really shouldn't have skipped arm day. I cussed in my head as the wire started to burn my hands. Steve made it to the top reaching his arm down and I grabbed it allowing his to pull me out of the elevator. We ran, looking for the chaos. When we found it Steve rushed after my husband. When I tried to follow someone wrapped their arms around me. I turned to elbow them.

   "Don't touch me," I growled as I flipped their body noticing it was Tony Stark. I glared stepping over him running up the stairs after Steve. I found him holding on the railings and a helicopter. "What the-" I didn't finish my sentence, the helicopter went flying the blades just barely missing me. "I cannot wait to go to bed." I groaned the glass of the window shattered, Bucky's metal arm flies out gripping Steve by the throat. The helicopter begins to fall, Steve aiding it. They fall down, a scream ripped through my throat as I ran toward the edge, seeing that they fell into the water. Steve's head popped up a little away from the helicopter. He pulled Bucky up with him and I let out a sigh of relief. I realized there was no escape so I jumped down into the water, following after them.

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