Chapter Eleven

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"Murder of Agent 34?!" Bucky murmured to himself, in his locked up cell. He heard a pair of heels click his way, and turned around to see, Natasha, her arms crossed, and her expression serious.

"Comfortable, Barnes?" The redhead asked, her head tilted. Barnes gave a glare towards the assassin.

"What did you do?" He asked, his voice raspy. Natasha quirked an eyebrow, as she took a step towards his cell.

"What did I do? Nothing that you could think of me.."

"You killed an agent to prove me wrong? An innocent life?" Barnes asked, tilting his head.

"Who said I killed him? You were the one who killed him, at least that's what everyone else thinks.." the redhead glared.

"I'm not letting you get away with this..." Bucky glared.

"Agent 34 is still alive, idiot.. I have her hidden..." Romanoff said, walking out the door, "Don't even try anything.. Who do you think they'll believe?"

"Why the hell is she doing this?!" Bucky asked himself, glaring at the redhead leaving the room. The whole room was burning hot, causing sweat to drop from the soldier's face. He looked liked a mess. But, there is no way people would believe him over Natasha. Everyone but-

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