We were going to die.

Hydra caught us.

They were going to kill us and toss us in a shallow grave.

I knew for a fact.

I was our trio's resident expert on coups.

It was just how it worked.

Hydra wasn't taking any chances with the three of us. Two guards were in the back of a blacked out van with us. Sam and I were handcuffed on one side, Steve was shackled to the wall with the heavy duty irons and braces.

The two guards in the van had the new shock sticks with twice the voltage. Rumlow had used one on Steve when we were packed into the van.

Rumow didn't seem at all shocked to see me.

I made sure the look I sent him conveyed the fact I really wanted to set him on fire.

After that I rested my head against the hard steel of the van and focused on my breathing. I focused on keeping my heartrate low to try and keep as much blood as possible in my body.

I mean, I was ninety-eight percent positive we were going to be murdered. But I wasn't about to let them see me as anything other than calm when it happened.

The ride wasn't exactly smooth either.

Based on time, turns and terrain I was willing to say they were taking us to a industrial part of the city near the river. It was what I would have done.

Getting shocked and manhandled hadn't taken the shock from Steve. Across from us he spoke openly, not seeming to care if anyone heard. He looked utterly destroyed. I could have pushed him over with my pinky if circumstances were different.

"It was him. He looked right at me like he didn't even know me."

Not so much as a movement from our guards.

We were so going to die.

Sam on the other hand was agitated, "How's that even possible? It was like seventy years ago."

My gaze went over to Steve.

Metal handcuffs tightly on my wrist paired with restraints kept me on the other side of the van.

In that same stunned, bewildered, shattered voice he told Sam. "Zola…Bucky's whole unit was captured in forty-three. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…"

A bump made me sway, warm blood gushed down my chest and back leading me to close my eyes, work on my breathing, internal calming. I couldn't touch him, hold him or do anything more than try to make it a little better. "None of that's your fault Steve."

"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky."

The back of my head hit the wall of the van.

He didn't deserve this. Sam didn't deserve this. I probably deserved a little bit of it.

And I was almost positive the Winter Soldier was still alive.

Sam's voice filled the van, "We need to get a doctor in here. If we don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck."

The zapping noise made me open my eyes and turn my head to see one of the guards brandish that taser stick at Sam.

That guard then jammed it into the other guard and then kicked them, knocking their unconscious self on the floor.

Well, that was new.

My attention was piqued.

One of my eyebrows rose.

As the guard pulled their blacked out full face helmet up and off, we were greeted to the sight of the always lovely Maria Hill. She winced, hair stuck in the helmet. "Ah…that thing was squeezing my brain." After a breath she looked between the three of us, gaze settling on Sam. "Who's this guy?"

She always did know how to make an entrance.

"This is Sam," I told her, doing my best to remain calm as our ride hit a pothole the size of Delaware. More blood gushed out of me.

Quick on her feet with all of her blood inside her body, Maria was up and had Sam's handcuffs open and the restraints holding him to the wall unlocked pretty quick. "Hi Sam. Hold this…" she requested good naturedly upon handing him the taser, "…give him a little zap if he moves."

My eyes dropped down to the tactically geared up dude who wasn't moving.

If it were up to me, I would have given him another little prod for God and Country. Sam however seemed to have a good head on his shoulders.

As Maria quickly had the little key in my handcuffs, my eyes wandered from her soft brown ones to the blue ones that watched me across the van closely.

"Is it just the one?"

Her voice made me look back at her, "Yeah. It went through me."

"Of course it did. I told you to get some of that new lightweight bodyarmor. Barton has it."

Her hands were fast and sure as she went for the straps holding me to the seat.

I couldn't even begin to hide my annoyance, "I know…I know. Next time I'm at the office I'll pick some up."

She gave me a knowing smile then put a hand on my shoulder to steady me when the restraints were no longer holding me up. I'm not going to lie, I was grateful. It took a second for me to get my bearings. Not from blood loss, but the blood that had gotten on my seat was slippery.

"Grab the keys on his belt Sam. I need both sets to get Roger's free."

Oh goody, maybe I would get a chance to tase the guard.