Winters Frost - Bucky Barnes

39 - Double Trouble

Sam's P.O.V:

Death. I imagined it to feel something like this; a place between peace and chaos; and I was on the brink of it all. Pounding, unbearable pain - emotional and physical - that wracked through my entire body. My brain couldn't process anything due to the feeling of a saw hacking into it along with my upper arm feeling weighted down to the maximum. Ringing, everything my ears picked up caused immense ringing and white-flushed vision.

Sandpaper like eyes peel open, sensitive to the bright lights and shining, metallic desk. A stocky frame of a man sat in front of me, dark chocolate skin with a menacing scar behind an eye patch. His stare could send any man in an uncomfortable squirm. "Glad to see you're awake."

Nick Fury.

His voice was low and suspenseful, like something out of a thriller movie. His large leather coat swished against the floor as he spoke. "Cut to the chase patchy," My voice gave in as I let out a dry cough that scraped my throat. "What do you want from me?"

The mans face didn't alter a single emotion; he was a robot. "State your name." I scoff - was he serious? "Name." He presses once more, his dark eyes staring deadly into mine. 

"You fucking know my name, why else would I be here?" I tried to cross my arms defensively, only to feel large metal cuffs on my wrists. I shuffle in my seat- and on my ankles. "State your name." 

"Hillary Duff." A malicious smile cakes my lips, greasing up the sarcastic comments. He stays silent, making a groan leave my mouth. "Sam McCain." I throw my arms up in defeat. "Date of birth."

"100BC." Fury leaves his seat, a high-pitched screech escaping the chairs legs. "If you want to get out of here, I highly suggest you start co-operating." My eyes penetrate his backside as he slams the door shut of the interrogation room. 

It was abnormally quiet, and all I could hear was the steady beat of my heart and the rushing of my blood in my veins. Countless thoughts clouded my judgement; I wanted to be more closed off and defensive with myself ever since Bucky left, it gave me the sense that everything was bright in the world - Hydra would stay away from everyone I loved, plus it was quite amusing... but would my attitude really keep everything at bay? Would it really help me and my built family strong? 

The door creaked open, and my orbs igniting a bright orange - curiosity. A small man with boots and a Metallica shirt strutted across the room with a carton of blueberries held delicately in his hands. "Tony fucking Stark."

Said man hums with a smirk while he carelessly throws a blueberry into his mouth, eating obnoxiously. "You put on quite a show, sent the entire team into a fit - that is until Nicky gave us all death glares." 

"Well it's a hell of a good time for me. Obviously." I roll my eyes as he leant back in his chair, placing his feet on top of the desk. "So what made Tin man come in for a try, eh?" I smiled directly at the camera.

"I just want a wee chat. Blueberry?" He holds the container out with the berries, which I gladly take. "Thank you." The flavour burst inside my mouth, sending me in an array of gratitude towards the small man - just because of a blueberry.

The door clicks open once more, and everyones favourite Russian spy walks towards the other chair. She stares at me intently. "Hey, double trouble! I love this." I rub my hands together in excitement.

She looks at Tony with icy eyes, speaking in a hushed tone. "You're meant to be interrogating her, not offering the enemy food." She plucks the packet out of his hands, causing Stark to whine like a child; hands outstretching to his lost snack.

"I can't help it! I see a troubled teen and you don't expect me to help them, at least understand them? Sheesh, SHIELD really knows how to handle a case." Tony rolls his eyes as Natasha slams the food onto the table.