Drive. ~James Buchanan Barnes

Chapter 23

Lagos

Three days came and went, and on the third day there was an explosion in Vienna. Tony sent me the news report.

James Buchanan Barnes.

What had happened to him? Did Hydra find him? Did he know something none of us did? ...Had I been wrong about him?

I didn't want to consider it.

Whatever the case may be, something wasn't right. I shake my head to clear it as I board the freshly landed jet. Apparently they've captured him, along with Steve and Sam. 

It doesn't take us long to get to Germany, where everyone else is apparently, still it took us long enough to miss all the action. 

"The psychiatrist said a few words to the guy and he went terminator on us.  Completely bonkers."  Tony explains.

I shake my head, "So Bucky was right then.  The notebook that was destroyed wasn't the only copy.  I wonder what this guy's play is."

"Whatever it is, it's going to have to wait.  The team is divided, V.  Made a decision?"

I shake my head, "If anything, Tony, I'm just more confused."

"Yeah," he exhales roughly, "I've been given 36 hours to bring them all in. Our friends are fugitives. Don't make their mistake."

I shake my head, letting out a forced chuckle, "Noted."

I feel a faint buzz in my pocket and go out to the hall to check it. Inside, I see Tony and Nat talking.

The text is from an unknown number, it is coordinates with the initial 'W.'

Wilson.

I watch Natasha and Tony go their separate ways, both casting one last glance at me before leaving. I am not trusted.

I smile at the guard on my way out, even asking if he wants me to pick up something for him while I'm gone, before pulling up my hood and changing face.

Where Wilson is, Rogers will be. And where Rogers is, there's a high chance that Bucky is with him.

I cannot let my history with him cloud my judgement. I need to focus.

I already know that I don't like how nonchalant everyone is being about the security breach. What did the psychiatrist want with a Hydra assassin?

To me, the accords are already causing more harm than good.

If I don't sign, I retire.

Is that really such a bad thing for someone like me? I wouldn't be hurting anyone at least.

I stop. To my right there is an abandoned building. A mechanic? Maybe.

Quite frankly, I don't care.

I phase through the chain link fence and through the brick wall before taking my hood down and following the hushed voices coming from upstairs. I can't make much out, but as I go up the stairs I do not like the words I can hear.

"...We're on our own." I hear Steve say.

From Sam, "Maybe not."

"Definitely not." I interject, causing them to spin around to face me.

All three of the men are now on guard and defensive. I raise a brow as I lean against the door frame, "'Sup?"