Don't Hide | Bucky Barnes |

23

I really wish I used the bathroom before went on our mission.

I stand with my hands tucked behind my head with at least thirty guns pointed my way, my heart hammering in my chest. As Colonel James Rhodes keeps us all still, I realize that I've got a long day ahead of me.

One in which they're will probably be no bathroom stops.

I watch in defeat as Bucky is shoved to his knees, his hands cuffed behind his back. An agent comes up and does the same to Steve's hands, cuffing them behind his back. My eyes flow over to the masked man who finally reaches up an slowly pulls of his helmet. Surprise blasts through every person present when Prince T-Challa of Wakanda is unmasked.

Honestly? It doesn't really shock me as much as I thought it would.

Colonel Rhodes nods to him, his iron gaze flicking past each of us before he sees me. I feel someone grab my wrists and wrench them behind my back, slapping an advanced type of handcuffs on them. Rhodes lowers his blasters and lets the mask of his suit come off. His brows are furrowed.

"Who are you?" He asks, his tone skeptical. I swallow, wishing I could've made a better first impression. I try to make up for it by offering the man a small, kind smile.

"I'm Dawn Beckett," I answer, my voice lowering slightly when I continue so that only he will hear me, "I'm a friend of Nick Fury"

I watch intrigue filter into his gaze, his dark eyes examining me. He nods politely to me as all of us are herded to armored trucks.

"I wish we could've met under different circumstances" Rhodes respectfully says. I nod, wishing the same thing. It's not every day you meet the Avengers. I get to do it in handcuffs.

"He's innocent, you know" I rush out, my gaze flicking over to Bucky who's being dragged away. A bit of panic swirls into me, my heart stammering when his eyes meet mine. Behind the frustration and stone-cold exterior, I see nervousness.

"How can you be so sure?" I hear Rhodes ask, pulling my attention back to him as I'm led to the car that holds Cap, Sam, and T'Challa.

"I was with him in Bucharest when the bombing happened" I respond, my eyes pleading with the man to use my testimony to free Barnes. He furrows his brows, cocking his head at me.

"Seriously?" He asks, definitely not expecting to hear that Bucky has an alibi. A guard shoves me into the van, urging me into the row with Sam in the back of the van.

"Yes" I call to him just as the doors slam shut. I sigh, digging my nails into my palm to ease my anxiety. It scares me how much Bucky being taken in makes me nervous.

"We'll fix this, Dawn," Steve assures from the row before me, sending me a quick glance, "We'll get him back"

I nod, biting the side of my tongue to try and ease the budding anxiety. Something about this entire situation just feels off. I mean, who would go so far as to impersonate a known assassin in a bombing? It just doesn't make any sense. The air in the car as tense as we ride to what I overhead one of the guards say was Berlin. A heavy awkwardness rests between Prince T'Challa, who lost his father in the Vienna bombing, and Steve.

"So, you like cats?"

I can't help the small, quiet laugh that passes my lips at Sam's question directed to the prince of Wakanda.

"Sam" Steve scolds.

"What? The guy shows up in a cat suit and you don't wanna know more?" Wilson pushes, looking between the two of us. I give him a small smile.

"I'm interested" I assure. He nods, looking forward to the back of Steve's head.

"See? I'm not the only one!" He defends. Steve looks over to T'Challa, his eyes glued to the suit.