The Angel Dressed In Black

Chapter Thirteen

Warnings:More Angst(I know I'm Evil) Bucky Rage, Emerald Scolding him. Some Good News comes Up.

Authors note: Yup, more angst I know I am horrible but it had to be done. Russian may or may not be correct I apologize ahead of time. This one is completely from Bucky's perspective. An there is a good ending to this, this time.

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It had been two and half months since Isabelle had been taken by Hydra and things around the compound were pretty cold and downright depressing. Most of the team had tried to keep up a routine but it really was just like walking on eggshells. Emerald had been released from med bay and was on strict leave from missions, While Bucky had pretty much stayed cooped up in Isabelle's room, only coming out to eat after everyone had gone to bed.

Bucky woke up in Isabelle's bed sheets tangled around him, her pillow in his hand and her name on his lips. The dream he had been having was so real that he actually though she was there. It only took a second or two before everything came crashing back down on him. The fight he had with her before the mission, Hydra ambushing them while they were there, Isabelle being taken by Hydra and the whereabouts of where she was being held still unknown.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, like his heart had been ripped out and his lungs were filling with water. Sitting up in the bed he put his head in his hands, desperately trying to catch his breath. Once he had gotten it somewhat under control he pulled himself out of bed, his limbs feeling like lead. Trudging to the bathroom he looked in the mirror, sadly recognizing the person staring back. Face pale, muscles tense, eyes holding a stormy grey hue he had hoped he would never see again.

Pushing violently away from the mirror he shoved himself out of the bathroom and to the door. He needed to get out, get away an find the woman he loved. As he stepped out the door in a hurry he ran smack into Steve who had coincidentally been coming to check on him. Steve caught himself and Bucky, steading him with two hands on his shoulders.

"Buck..." Steve asked worriedly, his blue eyes searching his best friends face.

"Any news." Bucky said gruffly his stormy grey eyes boring back into Steve's

"None yet, but we are looking Buck. Checking every scrap of info we can get. I don't think Nat has slept in two days she has been searching so hard." Steve said, saddened by the look in Bucky's eyes. The last time he saw that look was back when Bucky was The Winter Soldier.

"Let me know when you hear something Rogers" Bucky said dismissing Steve roughly before storming off down the hall.

Steve watched his friend go, worry and dread filling him. Bucky took the elevator down to the gym, not speaking to anyone as he passed. He shoved the gym doors open with a loud bang, startling Scott and Sam who had been talking nearby. Sam tried to speak to him but Bucky brushed right past him heading straight for the nearest punching bag. Silently he wrapped his hands before taking his simmering burning rage out on the bag in front of him. Growls and grunts of anger left him every time he hit the bag, almost as if he was picturing the faces of the Hydra agents that took Isa from him.

He was completely oblivious to the world around him, only focusing on his anger, his rage. A rage that burned through him hotter than a volcano, wilder than a hurricane and deadlier than the worst tornado all rolled into one. At one point he hit the bag so hard he sent it flying across the room. Cursing viciously in Russian he ran a hand through his hair. He was just about to go get another bag when a voice calling his name stopped him dead in his tracks.