Choices || CAPTAIN AMERICA (Book 4)

Chapter 3

As the jet touched down in Berlin, I felt the familiar mix of anxiety and anticipation wash over me. My brother had insisted I come here, wanting me in the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre, and I had no idea why. As I stepped off the plane, I spotted Tony waiting for me, arms crossed, a serious expression etched across his face.

"Alice!" he called out, a slight smile breaking through his stern demeanor.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to gauge his intentions. "What's the deal, Tony?"

"Just follow me," he replied, leading me into the building. The guards behind us locked the metal door as we entered the building, the sound echoing ominously in the corridor, and I felt my heart rate quicken. Something wasn't right.

"Are you serious?" I shot at him, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "You drag me all the way here just to lock me in this place? What's going on?"

"Relax, sis. I didn't bring you here for a forced vacation." He smirked, but I wasn't in the mood for his sarcasm. "I brought you here because I know Cap is going after Bucky. And you and I both know you are going to follow him."

I stared at him, disbelief washing over me. "You know I can leave right now if I want to, don't you?" My tone was sharp, my anger simmering just below the surface.

"Yeah, but the door is metal," Tony pointed out, leaning casually against the wall. "You can't bend it, and I'm pretty sure the guards would stop you."

"I wouldn't count on that. But there must be some other way out of here," I retorted, already calculating my options. But before I could make a move, he stopped me.

"But you won't do it. Because if you do, you'll make it harder for him and for you," he said, his voice more serious now.

I clenched my fists, the fire raging inside me refusing to cool. He was right, but I hated that he was. "Tony, I'm not okay with this," I said, my voice low and simmering with anger.

"Look, I get it," he replied, his tone softening slightly. "But you know Steve. He can take care of himself."

Reluctantly, I stood down, knowing he was right. "Fine," I said, exhaling sharply. "But I'm not happy about this."

"Great! I'm glad we could come to an agreement," he replied, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Come on, I could use some quality time with my sister."

"Quality time? Is that what you call dragging me into a prison?" I shot back, my annoyance still lingering.

He chuckled lightly. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun! Just think of it as an adventure. Besides, we might even get some ice cream afterward."

"Yeah, ice cream while the world is falling apart. Sounds fantastic," I replied dryly, rolling my eyes as I followed him into the building, still feeling the weight of my anger and concern for Steve.

As the news unfolded, I felt the weight of dread settle deeper in my stomach. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screens as the chaos unfolded. Steve, Sam, and T'Challa were all chasing after Bucky, and every update made my heart race. They had managed to track him down to a safe house in Bucharest, but I knew things had taken a turn for the worse when both local law enforcement and T'Challa himself were in hot pursuit.

The chase that followed was nothing short of a disaster. The images of high-speed pursuits, crashes, and near misses flashed across the screen, and my anxiety climbed with each passing moment. It culminated in Rhodey apprehending them all, dragging them back to the Joint Counter Terrorism Centre in Berlin. My boyfriend and my friend were being treated like criminals, and I was powerless to stop it.