" Broken at every edge but you're a masterpiece "

Thaddeus Ross paced in his pristine office, anger swelling through him. He had had everything in place. He had the witch locked up and a bonus from successfully taking three of Captain's allies.

But then Mr. Righteousness himself decided to break them out of The Raft. With the help from Tony Stark himself. Stark had turned off all of the alarms and allowed Captain to take everyone and leave.

But the thing he was most angry about is that no one had eyes on James Buchanan Barnes.

He swept a pile of paperwork onto the white tile floors, picking up a ceramic mug and chucking it at the wall, the clay shattering to pieces. He picked up his phone and called the one person he trusted the most. Once they picked up, his voice became calm.

"Hello again. I need you to do something important." He said, his voice taking on a business profession.

On the other end of the phone, Brock Rumlow sat twirling a knife in his hand, the sliver blade flashing in the light coming from the dull chandelier lying on the motel ceiling.

"What do you need? And for how much." He said, his voice rough and gravelly. Ross sighed and thought to the first number in mind.

"200,000. I'm giving you a year to search every single inch of this earth, Christ, check the entire galaxy if you have to. You need to find Barnes." Ross said, keeping his voice calm.

"And if you happen to fail, well, punishment can be arranged." His words were spat out coated in malice and poison.

Brock stabbed the knife into the wooden table to stood up, his chair falling to the floor uselessly, excitement swelling through him.

"Consider it done Ross. I've had eyes on him for a while." He said, a smug tone in his voice. He stalked over to his small living room, a digital map spread out before him on the small coffee table.

Ross nodded and hung up, placing his phone back onto the messy desk sighing, straightening his tie and coming his wrinkled hand through his white hair.

Rumlow grinned at the map, a red dot shining in one place, seemingly rooted there. A tracker. He let out a loud cackle, his white teeth shining.

"I'm coming for you Barnes."

Boom. Done.

Reminder: This book is inspired by a fanfic called Astronomy in Reverse by an author on AO3. So if you haven't read it before go check it out, it's really good.

Also. I need a vote.

Names:

Morgan

Arryn

Maria

Angelica (Angie)

Bianca

Grace

You can submit some names that you want too.

Also I am open for requests if you want your trope to end up in the book like for example:

Sick

Cooking

Cuddling (platonic)

I won't be doing any sensitive things like TW's because I'm not into that sis. Sorry.

" you should've gone for the head "

I'm sorry.