Chapter 20

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Civil War

Natasha's POV
We start fighting at the airport, I joined Tony's team although as we fight I feel I made the wrong choice. I fight Clint, Scott, and a few others. I see Bucky and Steve running towards the jet to escape I meet them in there. "You aren't going to stop are you?" I ask Steve. "You know I can't." Steve replies. T'Challa starts racing towards us. "I'm gonna regret this." I shoot T'Challa with my wristbands. "Thank you." Steve says boarding the jet. I see Bucky give me a loving look, I smile back. After the jet takes off, T'Challa rushes towards it. "I'm sorry." I say to him. "I said I'd help you find him not catch him. There's a difference."

Bucky's POV
In sit in the back of the jet upset, I feel like they all fought each other and ruined friendships because of me. "What's gonna happen to your friends?" I ask Steve. "Whatever it is...I'll deal with it." Steve answers. I look at Steve. "I don't know if I'm worth all this, Steve." He turns around and looks at me "What you did all those years, it wasn't you. You didn't have a choice." I sigh. "I know but I did it." I look at him. "And Natasha?" I ask remembering her more now. "She misses you so much, and she forgives you. She can't wait to see you Bucky." Steve smiles

Steve and I walk into the base, and ready our weapons for Zemo. "You ready?" Steve asks when he hears something. "Yeah." I reply. Suddenly Tony walks in, in his armor. "You two seem a little defensive." He smirks. "It's been a long day." Steve replies. "At ease, Soldier. I'm not currently after you." Tony looks at me. Steve nods, I lower my gun. After Steve and Tony talk we head into the room, I look around remembering it I see the chair where Hydra took my memories and grounds I fought on. I look away not wanting to think about it.

We see all of the other soldiers have been killed, shot in the head. "If it makes you feel better, they died in their sleep." Zemo says he's hiding in a well protected room. "You really think I wanted more of you?" He asks. "What the hell." I mumble. Steve and Zemo talk I want to leave, get away from this man. Zemo starts to ramble on about how will we lose everyone, then I see a videos playing. December 16, 1991. This was the night I killed the Starks.

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