A/N: Thank you to all who read!
Chapter 12
April 19, 1987
"Hey, are you doing okay?"
The sniper gave him a soulless glare. "He fucked with my head. He...he got into my head. He's completely fucked and sadistic. You know how many guys I saw leave that room?"
He shook his head. "I don't."
"None," the sniper spat out, "only me. You know how wrong that is?" He slammed his hand on the bar. "It's completely fucked."
He ordered another round for the two of them. "It'll be okay."
"Like hell."
"I fought all the way from Brooklyn to find you."
He smiled behind his glass. "Guess I didn't take all the stupid with me."
He downed his glass, despite the fact it had no effect on him. It was more out of habit. "Guess you didn't." He paused. "They're letting me put a team together. You up for it?"
He finished off his drink and smiled thickly. "Anything to get revenge on that bastard. I have a score to settle."
But then he was watching as he fell, eyes still on him. His arm was still extended, reaching for him. Everything jerked and spun until he was standing in front of him again and he had a gun to his forehead. "Please, you have to remember."
His words were lost on his ears as he pulled the trigger-
Steve jerked awake breathing heavy. He looked around at his surroundings and stared aghast at the tubes sticking out of his arms. He looked forward and saw that Bucky had left Tony, but the teen was still passed out.
Steve hefted his weight to the left and the equipment moved, the needles in his arms wiggling with the the force. He rocked the chair back and forth in a desperate attempt to unhinged the chair from the floor. He continued; metal groaning, equipment clattering, and the quick turn of a door knob.
He heard the faint click of the door just barely over the ruckus he was causing and he made the quick decision of continuing. He rather fight strapped to a chair than lie complacent as a bullet was put in his head.
The door swung open as the chair snapped and Steve stood up, with great difficulty, and stood in the best defensive position as he could muster in his predicament.
It was Bucky.
He looked at Steve with confusion and curiosity in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Bucky, it's me, Steve," he pleaded.
Bucky pulled a gun from his belt and aimed for Steve. He ducked and Bucky missed by a hair's width. He shot three times at him and Steve dropped to the ground and ran forward towards Bucky to avoid them.
"We're friends, don't you remember?"
Bucky grabbed him and punched him in the stomach over and over. Steve lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Bucky's foot causing Bucky to bring his foot around and sweep Steve off his feet and on to the floor. The chair still strapped to him clattered when it hit cement and its ring echoed in the room. Steve could feel the blood gushing out from where Zola had inserted the needle to draw his blood and it had gotten worse during their scuffle. "Bucky, that's Howard's son you've been with. Do you remember Howard?"
Bucky reached over and picked up Steve by the chair, throwing him back to the ground. "And that woman in the other room? It's Peggy. She's my wife now Buck. Do you remember her? From the war?"
He looked at Steve confused. Steve sighed. "It's alright if you don't remember, but I need your help. I need to escape, with Peggy and Tony. Please-"
Bucky punched him across the face. Steve spat out blood and continued. "We're with each other to the end of the line."
Bucky growled and punched him again and again; Steve could feel the bruises beginning to form on his face, chest and stomach. Steve noticed that Bucky was holding tears back and he looked confused and frustrated as he beat the living hell out of Steve. He pulled and strained against the straps restraining him and the two holding his right arm down came loose. He punched Bucky under the jaw, knocking the sniper back with the force and the shock. He quickly undid the straps holding down his other limbs.
Bucky noticed Steve was starting to escape and he charged at him, grabbing him by the waist and slamming him into the wall, causing the two to go through. Steve pushed Bucky to the side and stood up, shaking plaster and drywall off of him. Bucky came towards him again and Steve picked up a piece of the wall and smashed it against Bucky. He looked at his surroundings and noticed he was in the interrogation room that held Tony. He untied the teen and threw him over his shoulder before jumping back through the hole the two had made in the wall.
Steve felt a pull on the back of his gear and he was tossed through the glass mirror. He spat blood, spit and drywall out as he stood up and stared at Bucky. "We're friends," he shouted, "you're like a brother to me. Nothing could separate us, not even the war. You have to remember Bucky."
Bucky grabbed his head and shook it back and forth. "No, it's all lies! Stop lying to me! Hail HYDRA!" He screamed and ran towards Steve, picking him up and throwing him through the wall. He felt himself go through the plaster, the glass, the empty room before hitting part of plaster and glass again. He felt terrible when he landed, blood and bruises all over his body. He suspected he had broken something as he felt pain jutting up and down his chest. Bucky walked slowly through and stopped above him, breathing heavy and with crazed eyes. "Buck..."
An alarm sounded from somewhere in the building, loud and shrieking. Steve stood up and broke the chains holding Peggy down and gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He looked over and saw Bucky staring at the blood on his hands. "Bucky!" He looked up at Steve's voice. "You've got two choices: come with me or stay. What do you choose?"
Bucky looked at Steve and blinked; Steve moved to pick up Tony, but Bucky stuck his arm out. He walked forward and picked Tony up, throwing him over his shoulder before turning back to Steve and nodding.
Steve nodded back and Bucky left through the door, Steve following right behind. A group of HYDRA agents met them at the door, but Bucky simply pulled a grenade off his belt, pulled the pin out, threw it towards the crowd and ran like hell in the other direction. It was hard for Steve to catch up with Bucky, but he held Peggy tighter as Bucky broke them a path through agents and finding hidden hallways to go down when there was seemingly dead end. It was fine until-
"остановка!"
Bucky froze and turned around.
Steve stopped and stared at him, trying to catch his breath. "Buck, what's wrong..."
"Captain Rogers, you seem to have underestimated me," said Zola as he approached Bucky. "Though I was surprised you broke him so easily, there are only so many habits you can break in a few minutes." Zola grabbed Bucky by the front of his gear. "бесполезный собака! Вы не смогли HYDRA! убей его!" He roughly let go of him and Bucky stared at Steve.
"Buck, whatever he said, don't do it. Just remember," begged Steve.
Bucky pulled a knife that Steve didn't noticed was hidden in his boot and he threw it. Zola's eyes went wide with the realization there was a knife in his throat. As a reflex he fell to the ground as blood gurgled and oozed from his throat. Bucky turned back around and began to go back on their planned path. He led Steve to a hanger where they boarded a plane. Steve gently placed Peggy on a bench and he collapsed in the co-pilot's seat next to Bucky. "Thank you."
Bucky looked at him with hollow eyes, but nodded. The plane flew off and Steve, awash in adrenaline, pain and fatigue, passed out.
