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Know I'm not an English native. If they are mistakes (and I know there are), please kindly stay it to me.
The action takes place after the vents of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier series, episode 4
Zemo was gone. Vanished. Escaped. Disappeared. Evaded. Skedaddled. And they have completely no idea where to search for him.
The Baron was clever. They had to get him at least that.
But now, they didn't even know where to start. Sam would never admit it, even under the most extreme torture, but he was quite glad Bucky had helped Zemo out of his cell. He had been a very powerful asset.
But now, with the Dora Milaje on his tail, the two superheros didn't think they would see him again soon.
Well, come think of it, maybe they would see him soon. In a cell. Or in a grave. It all depended if Ayo was the first one to catch him. Then, yeah, he would surely be in a grave.
But none of it mattered now. Bucky couldn't even describe what he has felt when he had seen the blood on Steve' shield. Red. Dripping. Thick. Still hot... Disgusting.
They didn't know how this Steve-wannnabe had found the serum. Zemo had said that... True, they shouldn't have trusted him blindly but they knew he wouldn't lie about that. Zemo loathed the serum. Zemo loathed supersoldiers.
With everything happening, they didn't really had time to babysit the new and improved John Walker.
This idiot had taken the serum. And they were always consequences with it. Wasn't Red Skull proof enough ? Wasn't the Winter Soldier proof enough ? And what about...
Nah, the Flag Smashers may have weird way to ask things but that didn't make them evil. John Walker on the other hand...
He was a perfect soldier. Steve was a good man. The serum was smart enough to see the difference.
Zemo was right. There has never been another Steve Rogers. And there never will.
So now, they waited.
They waited for Karli to contact them
They waited for the Government to do something about the mess its new Captain America did.
They waited for other Avengers to help them, if only they knew what was happening.
They waited for something to happen.
They waited for Sharon to find something useful.
Hell, even Bucky waited for his shrink to call him !
In short, they were waiting for a miracle.
It had been a week. A fucking week and they were still waiting !
Thruth be told, if Sam had to spend one more day with Bucky watching his every move like a hawk, he might just kill himself.
And if Bucky had to spend one more day watching Sam pacing while mumbling about a loan, he might just murder him.
That's when the unthinkable happened. It was with this scene - Bucky sitting on the couch while he watched Sam typing something on his phone - that something stopped their waiting.
A little thing tapped on the window, probably thrown for the street. Then another one. And another one.
Quickly, Bucky got up and open the window, catching the item with lightning speed. Opening his metal hand, he froze a moment before looking at Sam, one of his eyebrow raised.
« Turkish delight » the Soldier said with a frown, throwing him the candy.
« Who the hell is attacking us with tur… » The Falcon started before an illumination brightened his dark eyes. « I'm gonna kill that fucker ! »
Another wrapped candy flew in, Bucky catching it effortlessly. He quickly glanced at it. « He'll be at a meeting point in half an hour. »
« It's a trap. It certainly is... It has to be a trap. It's Zemo we're talking about so it... » Sam started to ramble but Bucky stopped him abruptly, putting his cold metal habd on the man's mouth.
« Either you come or not, I'm going. He might be a psycopath but he has a moral code. Zemo wants to end the supersoldiers and he will not stop until he has. » The soldier said coldly, putting his dark leather jacket on. « He will continue his job with ou without us. And trust me, it's for the greater good for someone to remind him what's not to do. »
« I won't argue with you on that point » sam answered, starting to put on his Falcon suit. « What can I say... From psycho to psycho, you understand eachothers... »
For only answer, Bucky grunted before he left this apartment, not waiting for Sam who was struggling with his pants.
« Yeah, right, don't wait for me ! » He yelled after him, hopping behind him.
The former marketplace Zemo had choses was completely deserted, except for three or four children playing hide-and-seek.
Bucky was scanning his surroundings, squinting his eyes with a frown while Sam was bitching about his loss of Red Wing.
« Zhelaniye » the word came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
« Semnadtsat » echoed some minutes after, a distinguishable laugh resounding in it.
« Rzhaviy » the voice kept taunting, oh so familiar but yet, unknown. It clearly wasn't Zemo's. Who could also know these words ?
Bucky clenched his fist tightly, trying to ignore the cold sweat that was running down his back, the words not triggering anything but his memory.
« Rasvet » was the next word, the voice dancing around the two superheros with mischief.
« Pech » there was less and less time between rhe words.
« Devyat » it was like a dare, the tone gentle and yet, deadly.
« Dobroserdechniy » at this, Sam snickered.
« A+ for Russian diction » he joked.
Bucky sent him a deadly glance as he still searched for the origin of the sound.
« Vozvrasheniye na rodinu » it seemed like they were encircled, the voice turning around them.
« Adin » this time, the voice was louder, closer.
The last word was spoken slow, also like a prayer, like a whisper in the wind as two men came from a dark alley
« Tovarniy vagon »
Bucky and Sam froze as their eyes landed on the two newcomers. At the same time, their mouth opened. A tear even glistened in Bucky' blue eyes.
Undeniably, one of them was Zemo, dressed in his awful ferry coat. There was no mistake.
But the other... The other was their old friend. Except he wasn't old anymore.
Just like ripped from their torn memories, there stood Captain America, his round shield on his arms.
There stood Steve Rogers.