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|| Chapter Fourteen ||

Steve was standing closer to the screen in the far corner and Sam sat down on one of the chairs in the glass-walled office, the pair watching the muted screen with Bucky and Arizona on it. The pair had stopped talking once a man entered the room, them not wanting to give the man any information as they didn't want to open up to a stranger, "Hello, Mr Barnes. Ms Archer. I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you both. Do you mind if I sit?"

After receiving silence, the man nodded, taking his seat whether the pair cared or not, "I will start with Mr Barnes first," He glanced between the two before looking at Bucky, "Your first name is James?"

Back with Steve and Sam, Sharon walked into the office with a sheet of paper before handing it to Sam, "The receipt for your gear,"

Sam looked down at the paper and furrowed his brows as he gave Sharon an offended look, "Bird costume?" He relaxed his features afterwards, "Come on,"

"I didn't write it," Sharon retorted in a fed up tone with a small shrug. She looked at Steve and saw that Steve was trying to figure out what they were talking about so she looked around before pressing a button which turned on the audio, Sam glancing at her as she did so.

Back in the room with Arizona, the man continued his questioning, "I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?" He questioned but there was only silence from the Super Soldier as Arizona glared daggers at the man, "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James,"

"My name is Bucky," He deadpanned, his tone croaky and slightly stern to indicate that he wanted to be called Bucky, not James or anything else.

The man looked between the pair and inhaled sharply, now directing to both of them, "Tell me... You've both seen a great deal, haven't you?"

"We don't want to talk about it," Bucky answered for Arizona, knowing she wouldn't want to speak about anything they've been through.

The man nodded, "You fear that... if you open your mouths, the horrors might never stop," He confirmed before tapping something on his iPad, giving them a small smile, "Don't worry," He paused, looking at his iPad as he pressed something on it, "We only have to talk about one,"

After a few seconds of silence, the system shut down and the lights went out. Bucky and Arizona looked at each other before their eyes scolded every inch of the room in confusion and slight suspicion, "What the hell is this?"

"Why don't we discuss your home?" He asked as he rummaged through his bag, "Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn or Queens, no. I mean, your real home," Zemo added as he removed his glasses then pulled out a book. Arizona tensed, every muscle clenching in terror as she thought back to the words they jammed into her head, thinking about how that small, red book would bring back her biggest fear, the man walked towards Bucky with a flashlight on a page, "Zhelaniye (longing),"

"No..." He whispered as he snapped his head back, hitting the back of his head against the seat.

"Rzhavyy (Rusted),"

"Stop." Bucky breathed out, panic invading his body as he looked at Arizona, him trying to ground himself to who he really was with Arizona's help instead of listening to the words he tried to block out, "Arizona," He said shakily.

Arizona shook her head with wide eyes, "Focus on me, Bucky," She saw him close his eyes, "Bucky, look at me!" She demanded with furrowed brows. He opened his eyes, locking them with hers, "Bucky..." She whispered seeing his eyes fade from the crystal blue that glowed, even in the dark.