Winteriron

chapter 60

The guys woke up and instantly got ready, going to get breakfast as they talked amongst themselves.

"What languages do you know Barton?" Steve turned to the archer, shoving pancakes in his mouth.

"Sign Language, Russian, and-" Clint wasn't finished when he got cut off.

"Good, do you know Russian Wilson?" Steve turned to the Falcon, looked expectantly.

"I only know English." Sam shot his hands up in defense.

They thought of code words for the man then started to get up and search for Bucky.

"Seriously, this is just pathetic." Clint scoffed, walking around the hotel as he looked for the other soldier, talking into an earpiece. "Earth's mightiest hero's, bested by some chick who knew the code word for Buchanan to go unconscious."

The other chuckled at the comment, not expecting it out of the man.

Sam was about to say something when he walked into downstairs and into a room, closed off by outsiders. He was about to leave but he saw an opening and heard a bunch of people talking while someone was screaming but it was muffled by something. He walked close to the door and peeked in, gaping when he saw Bucky being held down to a chair with a muzzle over his mouth. "Don't. Move. Buchanan." Sam whispered.

Bucky was about to shout more curses at the person when he heard someone talking to him. He instantly shut up and calmed down.

"Alright soldier, tell us where they are."

Someone was speaking in a language Sam didn't understand. He had another earpiece in his pocket and hooked it up to the other's, "listen to them talking, I don't know the language but you might Steve." He tossed it into the room and waited for someone to talk again.

"You tell us and we won't send some agents to the compound. And you don't want us going after your precious Ironman now, do ya?"

Steve snarled, "they're threatening him. Telling him that if he doesn't say where we are then they send people up to the compound and go after Tony."

"These people really know how to make Buchanan talk don't they." Clint quipped.

Bucky screamed more curses against the muzzle, squirming around in the restraints as he tried to get out.

"Alright then. Go. Send some over there and we might even get Rumlow back as well... Who would've thought, we get to kill Stark and we get one of our best agents back. This must be my birthday or something!"

"Where are you Wilson?"

"Downstairs, although, to be honest... I don't know how I got down here or where I am for that matter but I know that I'm downstairs in a restricted area to outsiders." Sam looked around, trying to find any "landmark" that would be a good indicator for the other's to see.

Bucky whined, moving against the restraints as he pleaded with them.

They must've taken off the muzzle because Sam suddenly heard the man's voice.

"They're here but I don't know where they are in the building. Their rooms are 313-315 just don't hurt him... not him."

"Wilson let's go." Steve ordered, making the man bolt upstairs.

"What'd he say?" Clint asked, becoming curious of why Steve wanted Sam to leave.

"He told them fake room numbers so they wouldn't go after Tony but we need to be there, got it?"

"Got it!"

"Yup!"

They made it to the rooms and knocked on the doors, waiting for people to answer in case someone was in there. When nobody answered, they rigged the locks and walked in, getting ready for the agents.