We were in a tiny, old car.
I was in the backseat with Bucky, while Sam was in the passenger seat.
Steve was talking to Peggy's niece who had our gear.
"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asked Sam with no emotion.
"No."
I stifled a laugh.
Bucky glared at me, and I gave him a smile.
I looked up to see Steve and the girl kissing. When they stopped, he turned to look at us. Sam was nodding approvingly, and Bucky was doing the same while smiling.
I smirked at Steve and rolled my eyes. He sighed and gave us a 'really guys?' look.
We waited for a while out of the car, and a van pulled up.
Clint and Wanda stepped out, and Clint opened the sliding door of the van, startling Scott Lang.
I raised an eyebrow at Bucky who had his arms crossed. He shrugged.
"Captain America."
"Mr. Lang."
Scott started shaking Steve's hand, and wasn't stopping.
"I'm shaking your hand to long. Oh this is awesome. I'm a big fan. I know you too, you're great." He told Wanda.
I jumped slightly when I felt something grab my hand. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bucky's metal hand rubbing against my own.
There was a slight creak from metal against metal. I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand, and he looked at me, a little startled that I didn't pull away.
"Suit up," Steve called to us.
Thankfully, our hands were hidden by the car. I squeezed Bucky's hand and then let go.
Sam opened the trunk and I grabbed my black tactical gear, and tossed Bucky's to him.
Knowing I would have to get rid of my shirt and jeans, I went on the other side of the van and stripped down to my bra and underwear.
My gear consisted of a black bullet proof long sleeved shirt, black leggings, leather fingerless gloves, and black combat boots.
After I was done, I waited for the guys to change.
"It seems like Bucky really likes you," Wanda stated.
"U-uh we were held in the same base. Training together and stuff. We know what it is like to be used. That's all," I said messing with my right glove.
"Sure."
The guys came back, and Steve handed me a duffel bag. Looking inside, it was filled with guns and knives.
I smirked up at Bucky, "I've got toys."
He walked over and we went through the bag.
"No killing anyone!" Steve called as he walked away.
"Mhm sure, got it."
I slid a knife onto the sheath on my left thigh, one into the secret one in my boot, the three on my waist, and one on my left forearm.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at me, but I ignored it.
I went with Sam and Bucky to a glass building.
Something landed on the glass.
"What the hell was that?" Bucky asked.
"Everyone's got a gimmick now," Sam grunted.
The thing jumped through the glass, and Sam stopped. It was a guy, and he kicked Sam away.
Bucky punched, and the guy caught it. "You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude!"
Sam flew at the guy and grabbed him.
I looked at Bucky and he nodded, and we took off after them.
Bucky threw something at the guy, and we ducked behind a pillar.
The guy threw it back, "Hey buddy I think you lost this!"
I raised an eyebrow at Bucky, and he shrugged, panting.
Same flew at him and the guy shot webs at his wings. Sam crashed, and the guy webbed him to the railing.
Bucky ran at him but the guy pushed them through the railing, and they fell to the first floor. The guy webbed Sam's arms to his chest and then Bucky's metal arm to the ground.
Same used Redwing, his little drone to hit the guy, and it flew him out of the building.
"You couldn't have done that earlier?" Bucky asked.
"I hate you."
I laughed and cut the webbing on Bucky's arm, and helped him up. Sighing, I did the same to Sam. I didn't like that guy.
We saw Steve, Wanda, Clint, and Scott running, and we caught up. A blast cut a line in front of us and we stopped.
"Captain Rogers." Vision called down. "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good, you must surrender now."
"What do we do Cap?"
"We fight." He answered.
He began to walk forward, and I exchanged glances with Bucky. The walk turned into a jog, and soon enough, a run.
Bucky and I swung at T' Challa, and he was holding his own pretty well.
He kicked Bucky and I lunged at him. T' Challa was about to grab my throat with his claws, but Wanda held him back.
Steve, Bucky, and I were behind and airplane, and I was beside Bucky.
"We need a diversion. Something big."
"I got something kinda big, but I can't hold it very long." Scott said. "On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don't come back for me."
"What? He's gonna tear himself in half?" Bucky asked.
All of a sudden, Scott was huge.
"I guess that's the signal," Steve breathed out.
We took off running towards the hanger, but T' Challa followed.
Vision used his beam thing to make a tower fall right in front of the entrance to the hanger. Wanda caught it with her magic.
We made it right when it crashed.
Nat was standing in front of us, and held her wrist up to shoot her taser disks.
Instead of firing them at us, she shot T' Challa.
We ran into the jet, and Steve took off.
I collapsed into one of the seats on the jet, wincing.
"Odessa."
I looked up to see Bucky standing over me.
The right shoulder of my shirt was torn, and I had a deep cut from T' Challa's claws.
"I'm fine."
He sighed and knelt in front of me. "No, you are not."
Using one of my knives, he cut the sleeve off and used it as a bandage.
I winced.
He sat down in the seat next to me. "How many years were you with Hydra?" he asked softly.
"Three. I was fifteen when they grabbed me. I got away last year," I added.
I took his left hand in mine, and rubbed it with my right thumb.
Our prosthetics were strange. The metal was cool to the touch, but we had nerves in them, so we could feel everything.
My hand was almost exactly like his, but mine was more slender, feminine.
"I can't remember what it was like to not have this hand," I murmured.
He took his hand away, but reached up to stroke my cheek.
I hummed and leaned into his hand and closed my eyes. After a moment I slowly opened them.
He was looking at me with so much emotion. Empathy? Knowing? And something else I didn't know.
"It seems like Bucky really likes you."
The words chimed in my head.
Hail Hydra! Hail Hydra!
My hand started shaking, and I grabbed my wrist with my left hand.
"No, no, no, no," I whispered.
"What?" Bucky asked.
"Steve!" I cried out, pain washing over me.
"Shit!' I heard him exclaim. "Bucky, hold her down, and no matter what happens, don't let her go!"
"Hail Hydra, hail Hydra, hail Hydra," I cried out.
I felt someone grab me, and I lashed out.
Bucky pulled me onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around me.
"Odessa, calm down, you are okay."
I was shaking, but eventually the pain ebbed.
"Bucky," I whispered.
He held onto me for the rest of the flight.
"We're here," Steve told us.
I stood up and wait for Bucky. He grabbed an gun, and went to stand next to Steve at the ramp leading into the snow.
Steve turned to him, "You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?"
"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky asked.
I raised an eyebrow.
"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead," Steve said.
"What was her name again?"
"Dolores. You called her Dot."
I just barely stopped myself from laughing.
Bucky turned to me, "Oh yeah?"
Clearing my throat, I met his stare, "Mhm."
He rolled his eyes.
We stepped out of the jet, and the snow swirled around us. It was freezing, as I only had one sleeve, and Steve had two. Bucky had one, but his whole arm was metal, so it wasn't as bad.
"You getting a little cold there?" Bucky asked, teasing.
"Shut up."
The doors to the facility were open, and we walked in. There was a tiny elevator, and it could maybe fit the two of them.
So that meant I was pressed against the wall, but my arm brushed against Bucky's.
Steve lifted the panel that acted as a door.
Bucky held his gun up, and I pulled out two knives.
The two of us stalked out of the elevator, while Steve just acted paranoid.
We walked halfway up the stairs when two metal doors began to open.
"You ready?"
The iron man suit was standing behind the doors, meaning Tony was here.
Tony and Steve walked towards each other, and Tony's face was revealed.
"You seem a little defensive."
"It's been a long day," Steve shot back.
Bucky and I were on the stairs, ready to fight.
"At ease, Soldier. I'm not currently after you."
"Then why are you here?" Steve asked.
"Could be that your story's not so crazy."
They talked for a minute, and then Tony looked up at us.
"Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here, you can drop..."
Steve held his hand up, and we lowered our weapons.
Tony led the way as we wandered through the facility.
"I got heat signatures," Tony said.
"How many?"
"Uh, one."
We entered a large room, with five pods. I moved closer to Bucky, and I noticed he was tense.
The light in the pods slowly turned on. The other soldiers were inside.
The man that had made us lose control, started talking, and went on about Steve.
He clicked a remote and a monitor turned on, and a video started playing.
It was the day Bucky killed Tony's parents.
Bucky looked at the ground, and back up hesitantly.
The video showed the car crashing, and Tony's father trying to crawl away.
Beside me, Bucky had his gun pointed at it. He was breathing heavily.
Tony looked at him, the pieces clicking into place.
In the video, Bucky punched Tony's father until he stopped moving, and then put him in the car, so that it looked like he had been thrust forward, and hit his head on the wheel. Bucky then went to the other side of the car, and choked his mother until she was dead.
Shown clearly, Bucky walked up to the camera, and shot it.
Steve looked at Tony, his face looked horrified.
Tony lurched forward, but Steve grabbed him.
At the same time, Bucky raised his gun and I raised my knives, ready to attack Tony.
Tony looked at Steve, who still had his hand on Tony's shoulder.
"Did you know?"
"I didn't know it was him."
Tony hit Steve, and Bucky raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
The two began fighting, and I tried to help, but Tony threw me against the wall.
Tony picked Bucky up, and then slammed him into the ground, and placed his foot on Bucky's left arm.
Steve went to help, and I staggered to my feet, vision blurry. Tony rammed into Steve's shield, and then put some kind of metal binding on his ankles.
Bucky tried to punch Tony, but he grabbed his wrist and flew him into the wall.
Tony was about to fire at Bucky's head, but just in time he pushed Tony's hand away, and he shot a blast at the machinery around us. It exploded and caught fire.
A metal beam fell on Tony, and Steve yelled at us to get away.
There was an opening to the roof above, and Bucky hit the button to open it. We started to climb, leaving Steve down on the ground with Tony.
We were almost to the top when Tony tried to fly up to us. Bucky went to jump across, but Tony hit him back.
Bucky and I continued to climb as Steve and Tony fought. I couldn't tell what was happening, I was panicking.
We were just about to climb out, when a small missile hit the hinge of the roof. Letting go, we fell down onto one of the higher platforms.
Tony flew up to us, and Bucky tried to hit him with a pipe.
I swung at Tony, trying to damage his suit.
Tony grabbed the bar from Bucky, and held it against his throat. He said something but I could catch it.
He then let himself fall while still holding Bucky. I lunged, trying to grab them, but a stabbing pain in my shoulder made it hard.
Steve jumped onto Tony, and I started to climb down.
Bucky landed above Steve and Tony, but Tony was only a few feet away.
I landed next to Bucky, and crouched beside him. Tony and Steve began to fight, and before I could stop him, Bucky went down to try and help.
Running to help, I got there too late, Tony blasted Bucky, and he was laying still on the ground.
I kneeled and slid on my knees next to him, and saw where he had been hit.
"Bucky. Bucky!" I yelled, trying to find signs of life.
Glancing behind me, I saw Tony blast Steve.
I went to grab Tony's ankle, but he kicked me in the jaw. I fell back onto Bucky, loosing consoiousness. I heard Tony's armour being destroyed, and Steve picked Bucky up, and helped me stand.
Tony yelled at Steve, telling him he didn't deserve the shield. Steve dropped it, and we staggered out.