Bucky awoke with a start, sitting up immediately in the sheets when he heard a high pitched scream, and barks from the usually quiet dog.
This wasn't another nightmare, and he knew he was awake, scrambling to his feet he ran, over the large bet, to the kitchen, barely catching himself on the doorframe as he stared at the scene.
Men in black, helmets, guns. Holding Anna and Jamie.
"Step back, hands over your head." The voice was familiar, and he couldn't even count the men standing in his doorframe, their doorframe. Nor could he say which one the voice came from. All he could do was lift his hands, fold them over the back of his head, trying not to look at the girl with the black gloved hand over her mouth.
One of the men stepped forward, to the barking dog at their feet, and the girl immediately began to struggle against their grip.
"Anna." Bucky warned and she stopped, staring at him with wide eyes as his fell on hers. He looked at her sadly, as if apologizing, but he smiled slightly. He was proud of her, all she'd done, but now it was over.
"Mister Barnes, if you'd please come with us." a man stepped through the crowd in the doorframe, in a nice suit, and not some gear to kill like the others. He knew that voice, this was SHIELD, and his name was Phil Coulson, that much he remembered.
The girls eyes widened and his eyes quickly left her, in shame.
He'd had the time to tell her, but not the courage. And his time was limited, perhaps over, forever now, but she never lacked courage.
He nodded in silence, the smile on his lips taken away, and replaced with a frown.
He couldn't fight, couldn't run, not with her in their hands.