They were taken to Berlin, Bucky held separately from them in a high tech container of some kind. Cheshire was stuck in the car with Steve, Sam, and T'Challa. She had refused to speak to anyone, Steve included, and settled on dark glares at anyone who came near her.

"So, you like cats?" Sam broke the silence in the car, eyeing the new king.

"Sam…" Steve said in warning voice.

"What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?" Sam asked.

"Your suit. Is it Vibranium?" Steve asked T'Challa.

"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle passed from warrior to warrior. And now because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king." T'Challa gave them a brief history lesson. "So I ask you, as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?"

"He did not kill your father kitten, we were nowhere near that attack." Cheshire growled lowly in her throat.

"Forgive me if I do not take you at your word." T'Challa bit out as they pulled up to the facility, and they were released from the vehicles. Cheshire looked across the compound to where Bucky was being taken, she made to follow, but was held back by guards. To get to Bucky she would have taken them all out, Steve's hand gripping her elbow and a shake from Bucky's head the only thing holding her back.

"What's going to happen?" Steve asked as they walked up to a short man in a grey suit that stood next to Sharon Carter.

"The same thing that ought to happen to you." Ross replied stiffly. "Psychological evaluation and extradition."

"This is Everett Ross, deputy task force commander." Sharon introduced them.

"What about our lawyer." Steve said.

"Lawyer, that's funny." Ross chuckled without any real humor. "See to their weapons are placed in the lock up." They watched as Steve's shield and Sam's wings were taken away. "Oh, we'll write you a receipt."

"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that." Sam warned as they followed Ross and Sharon into the building.

"You will be provided with an office instead of a cell. And do me a favor, stay in it." Ross said to T'Challa.

"I'm not intending on going anywhere." T'Challa replied.

"And you, they only reason you're not in a matching cell with Barnes is because we have no proof that you were involved in the bombing." Ross said to Cheshire. "We're holding you on aiding and abetting for the moment until more evidence comes in."

"You won't find any, this was all a set up." Cheshire leveled a dark glare at the Panther who had scoffed.

"For the record." Natasha remarked as she fell into step with them. "This is what making things worse looks like."

"He's alive." Steve replied.

"The remaining of us are now at court-sec. And, Colonel Ross is supervising the clean up." Tony spoke into his phone while eyeing them as they came into the room.

"Try not to break anything while we fix this." Natasha said.

"Consequences? You bet there will be consequences. Obviously you can quote me on that because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir." Tony hung up and walked up to them.

"Consequences?" Steve echoed.

"Secretary Ross wants you both prosecuted. I have to give him something." Tony said and Cheshire scoffed shaking her head.

"You think somethings funny?" Tony asked tensely.

"Yeah, I do." Cheshire grinned darkly. "You better get used to those words Tony, you're going to have to give on a lot of things from now on." She shook her head. "I had such hopes for you."

"I'm not getting that shield back, am I?" Steve asked breaking the starring contest between the two.

"Technically, it's the government's property." Natasha informed them. "Wings too."

"That's cold." Sam shook his head.

"Warmer than jail." Tony replied.

"Miss Petulengro, with me if you would." Ross gestured for her to follow.

"It's Mrs. Barnes actually." Cheshire said as she sauntered over him, starring down her nose at him. "But you can call me Cheshire."

Cheshire brushed past him with two soldiers flanking her, Ross following with an annoyed look. They took her to an office in the corner of the large room and right away she moved to the larger seat behind the desk. She took a seat with her legs propped up on the desk not caring about the paperwork that covered the surface.

"Comfortable?" Ross asked sarcastically, but only received a raised eyebrow in return. Ross took a thick book from the shelf nearby and threw it to Cheshire who caught it without batting an eye.

"What the hell is this?" Cheshire eyed the thick book.

"The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries... it states that the Avengers or in this case yourself, shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary. You sign them, you're free to go." Ross said handing her a pen. "The Avengers and individuals like yourself have had too much freedom and it has cost greatly."

"Example?" Cheshire tilted her head as she tapped the top of the book with the pen.

"New York." Ross said simply.

"You mean the unprovoked alien force that came to earth and while the Avengers where fighting them off the suits, that would be you guys, decided to send in a nuke to solve the problem? Right, all the Avengers fault. Save the earth from aliens and New York from a nuke, shame on them." Cheshire said in a board voice.

"What about your little escapade in Washington?" Ross countered.

"You mean when the suits used helicarriers designed by Stark to try and take over the world and kill all potential threats to their organization?" Cheshire raised a lazy eyebrow. "Yes, we should have just stepped back and let that happen." Cheshire leaned back. "Hey, you think one of those red dots was aimed at you or were you not enough of a threat do you think?"

"Ultron." Ross snapped feeling his blood pressure rise.

"That was all on Tony as far as I could tell." Cheshire sighed. "Not the Avengers or is every fault made by a single soldier now mean that punishment is needed for the whole army?" Cheshire let out a humorless chuckle. "Looks like these need to be renamed the Tony Stark Accords."

"Have you even seen these videos?" Ross gestured to the screens that had been displaying his points.

"I'm sorry that those people died, but I don't see how it's anyone's fault but their own for deciding it would be a good idea to film with their phones instead of run for their lives." Cheshire leaned forward twirling the pen between her fingers, her chin resting on her free hand. "All I care about is James."

"He's our problem now." Ross replied, almost taking a step back as Cheshire's eyes went red though her face held an off putting calmness to it.

"Then I think you know what you can do with these." Cheshire held up the accords and with a few swipes of her claws turned them into confetti and tossing them straight into Ross's face.

"In that case we have a room ready for you on The Raft, might want to pack a bag." Ross straightened his suit giving her a dark look as guards came in and escorted her to a more secure room that was obviously used for interrogations. It consisted of a metal table, two metal chairs, and four grey windowless walls. "And don't bother trying to get out of this room, guards are posted with orders to shoot tranquilizers strong enough to take out an elephant and this door becomes electrified as soon as it locks so you won't get far."

"Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?" Cheshire asked taking a chair and placing her crossed arms on the table resting her chin on top giving Ross a bored look. He made no reply as he turned on his heel and left the room, the door locking behind him.

Cheshire swung to her feet casually making her way over to the door eyeing it a bit before reaching out brushing her fingers over the metal door. She hissed in pain as she stumbled back shaking her hand in pain due to the strong electric shock the door had given her.

Cheshire growled as she started to pace trying to think of a way to get out of the room. She could pretend to be hurt, but given her abilities she doubted that would work. Perhaps she could ask for a bathroom break, but that also seemed unlikely. She was just about to attack the door in blind anger when suddenly all the lights went out.

Her eyes snapped right to the door and cautiously she brushed her hand over it again, but this time there was no shock. With a wide smile she extended her claws and cut through the door knob, slicing it right off so it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Turning her head to the side she heard three guns cocking on the other side of the door and knew that the men would be ready for her. She glanced about the room and her eyes began to turn red as an idea came to her.

The men opened fire as soon as the door burst open only to be met with the cut out top of the table which Cheshire used as a shield. She slammed into one of the guards knocking him out and threw the table top at the last two knocking them to the ground hard.

Taking her chance she bolted down the hall making her way back the way Ross had taken her. Luckily for her the agents were more occupied with the outage to really take notice of her, the few who did were easily taken care of.

She ducked a corner waiting for a moment when she struck out grabbing a smaller looking pencil pusher and pulled him into a small closet.

"Please…please don't hurt me." The small man begged.

"The alarms, what are they for?" Cheshire growled.

"The electricity went out, we lost camera feed to the Winter Soldier and the psychiatrist." HE answered quickly.

"Where is James?" Cheshire's eyes flashed and as soon as the man told her she knocked him out and made a run for it. She heard agents reporting Bucky's movements as best they could track them and ran into foyer where he was last reported only to run into T'Challa.

"Where is he?" T'Challa demanded.

"Even if I knew I would never tell you." Cheshire growled.

"I will not hesitate to go through you to get to him." T'challa warned, getting ready to attack her.

"Then we understand each other." Cheshire launched at him, but he blocked her attack knocking her hand down. Using her momentum she dropped swiping her leg around so she knocked him back to the ground. She made to flip around and plant her heel in the middle of his chest, but he rolled and leapt back to his feet from his back.

Cheshire snarled in annoyance, not having time for this and wanting to get to Bucky. The fight started again, but this time Cheshire was done trying to be nice. With a flick of her hand her claws came out and she swiped at the King who barely dodged the attack. He glanced down at his shirt with was now sporting the marks of Cheshire's claws. Through the holes in his shirt corresponding cuts could be seen.

His momentary loss of concentration was all Cheshire needed to grab a nearby chair and bring it across T'Challa's head knocking him back to the ground, but this time he was slower to get up. Cheshire ran as fast as she could out of the doors and into the streets, T'Challa who made to follow her lost her in the crowd.

Cheshire moved swiftly trying to think of another way back in to get to Bucky, but looking up saw a helicopter being tethered to the roof by none other than Captain America himself and wherever he was Bucky was. She ran in as close as she could get, but a river separated her from the building and she was not the best swimmer in the world.

Looking up again she saw the helicopter crash into the roof then start to fall over the edge, Steve still clinging to it as a metal arm gripped him by the throat. It hit the water with a great splash before sinking into the channel. She ran to the edge and was about to jump in when Steve popped up, his arm around an unconscious Bucky.

"Steve!" Cheshire called out and he swam over to her allowing her to help him get Bucky out of the water. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know." Steve said darkly, but the sound of sirens urged them to continue their conversation elsewhere.

-0-

They had met up with Sam and where able to get to a warehouse of some kind though it wasn't easy. With the escape of not only the Winter Soldier, but also Captain America, the Falcon and Cheshire a lot of people were on their tail.

"You didn't have to do this, he's better now." Cheshire snapped, looking to where they had Bucky's metal arm trapped while he hung limply.

"What just happens begs to differ about that." Sam said sarcastically.

"It wasn't his fault, something had to have triggered that relapse." Cheshire growled, but her face softened when she saw Bucky coming to. She made to go to him, but Sam took hold of her arm. "Sam, did you ever hear what happened to the canary when faced with the cat?"

"Hey, Cap!" Sam called out, ignoring the unnerving threatening red eyes of Cheshire as best he could.

"Let her go." Bucky growled lowly.

"It's ok Bucky." Cheshire's went back to amber when she looked to him with a gentle smile just as Steve came in. Cheshire pulled from Sam's grip going over to Bucky kneeling in front of him.

"Steve." Bucky breathed out as the two men eyed each other.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve asked crossing his arms.

"Your mother's name is Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." Bucky said with a small chuckle.

"You can't read that in a museum." Steve smiled.

"Just like that, we're suppose to be cool?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"What did I do?" Bucky asked worriedly, seeing the distress in Cheshire's eyes as she started to remove his arm from the machine.

"Enough." Steve replied bluntly.

"I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there." Bucky said bitterly. "All he had to do is say the god damn words."

"Who was he?" Cheshire asked as they stood up, Bucky moving his arm around now that it was free.

"I don't know." Bucky said shaking his head.

"People are dead. The bombing. The set up. The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than "I don't know."" Steve said sternly.

"He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept." Bucky told him as he hesitantly recalled the meeting. "He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?" Steve asked as Cheshire and Bucky went tense with realization.

"Because Bucky is not the only Winter Soldier." Cheshire said placing a comforting hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"The most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in the HYDRA history." Bucky informed them. "And that was before the serum."

"They all turned out like you?" Sam asked.

"Worse." Bucky replied darkly.

"The doctor, can he control them?" Steve asked.

"Enough." Bucky nodded.

"He said he wanted to see an empire fall." Steve said.

"With these guys he can do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate assassinate, destabilize, they can take a whole country down in 1 night." Bucky listed off their attributes. "You'd never see them coming."

"This would be a lot easier a week ago." Sam commented.

"If we could... If we call Tony…" Steve said already knowing what would happen if the called Iron Man.

"Oh, he won't believe us." Sam replied voicing Steve's thoughts.

"Even if he did..." Steve nodded.

"Who knows if the Accords will let him help?" Sam finished.

"We're on our own." Steve surmised.

"Maybe not." Sam said thoughtfully. "I know a guy."