Present day

Washington DC- USA

"Shouldn't have given up the shield," Bucky called across the hanger at the figure descending the stairs.

Cece didn't need to be introduced, she knew exactly who this man was and if she was honest with herself she was a tiny bit star struck. Sam Wilson, The Falcon. She let her eyes roll over him, surprised to find he was even more handsome in person.

Sam rolled his eyes and sent Bucky a tight smile. "Good to see you too, Buck. Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Sam."

As Bucky's eyes narrowed further Cece wondered just how badly he would react if she asked the Avenger for a picture. The thought brought a lopsided smile up onto her face. She shook the hand that had been offered, before replying with a quick greeting of her own. "Cece, it's a pleasure."

"This is wrong," Bucky cut in sharply, pulling Sam's attention back to him.

"Hey, hey, look, I'm working, all right? So all this outrage is gonna have to wait."

"You didn't know that was gonna happen?"

"No, of course I didn't know that was gonna happen. You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new Captain America?"

"This isn't what Steve wanted"

Sam stilled at Bucky's declaration. The words seemed to cut him deeply and he did a fairly poor job at hiding it. His face was just too expressive. His emotions danced in his eyes and Cece could tell be wasn't like Her and Bucky. He was clearly a good man. She groaned at Bucky's full on assault, she had warned him about going in hot. Nobody liked being told they were wrong and yelling at someone in the middle of their work place was one of the worst ways to approach the subject. Sure she knew Bucky was pissed but this seemed unnecessary. After all weren't they meant to be friends?

"Oh, my God. So, what do you want me to do? Call America and tell 'em I changed my mind? Huh?" Sam chuckled darkly and shook his head. He gave Bucky a sharp slap on the shoulder and began to walk towards the waiting aircraft. "Yeah, right. It's a great reunion, buddy, be well."

"You had no right to give up the shield, Sam," Bucky growled back.

"Hey. This is what you're not gonna do. You're not gonna come here in your overextended life and tell me about my rights. It's over, Bucky. Besides, I have bigger things to deal with now."

"What could be bigger than this?"

Cece edged closer to see the image on the phone Sam was holding out. a Masked figure filled the screen, a red handprint covered the majority of the mask and a mane of curls erupted out from behind it. She couldn't help but feel like she had seen a familiar image before. Unfortunately she couldn't recall it. her eyebrows furrowed at the image, she didn't like not knowing. She glanced up gratefully at Sam as he explained what they were looking at. "This guy. His connections with rebel organizations all over Eastern and Central Europe, and he's strong. Too strong. And? Well, he's been connected to this online group called the Flag Smashers. Now, Redwing traced them to Germany, they're holed up in Munich. So that's where I'm going. 'Cause I have a feeling they might be a part of the Big Three."

"What big three?"

Cece watched the pair bat back and forth. Her head bounced from side to side as they debated the existence of what Sam had declared the big three. Why Bucky was arguing against anything being real when he himself was a 106 year old man with a robot arm was lost on Cece. The conversation soon turned to the difference between wizards and Sorcerers. Cece couldn't help but wonder if the pair just enjoyed arguing with each other. She shook her head and headed towards the plane Sam had been heading towards. The younger man he had been talking to before Bucky arrived was already on board. He greeted her hesitantly as she marched into the plane and settled herself into a seat. Neither Sam or Bucky looked up from their staring contest as they stormed up the ramp behind her.

December 2015

Bucharest- Romania

"How was work?"

Images of men being dragged through the street filled the front cover of the newspaper. A greying man took centre stage as he glared out at the reader. A smile pulled at one side of her lips as she eyed the blooded nose he was sporting. The headline celebrated the collapse of a Bulgarian human trafficking ring that had plagued the country's border for years. Cece glanced up from the paper, her eyes following the arm that was still resting on it. Finally her eyes met his. An eyebrow quirked upwards and a smirk pulled on his lips, it was barely visible and would have been easy to miss if you weren't watching closely. He settled into the booth opposite her. Pushing her feet off the chair in the process.

"Oh it was lovely, we had this big leaving party for an old colleague of mine. You know he was actually the one who hired me, I wonder if he regrets that decision now?" Her usually playful tone, sharper and filled with bitterness.

Pulling her mug up to cover her smile as it twisted into something a little darker, she let her eyes return to the images on the page. Bucky watched as her posture straightened. Her fingers tighten around her drink as she glared at the picture he had placed on the table between them. Grainy hooded eyes held her gaze until she finally slammed her mug into the photo. Directly other the face of the man in the centre.

"Kid."

"Cece."

"What?"

"My name, it's Cece. So call me Cece. If I stick around I'd really rather not keep being called a kid. What should I call you, could always just call you grandpa or maybe old man."

He paused as if she had asked him about quantum physics. Surely asking his name wasn't that big of a question. His brows furrowed briefly before finally settling back into the light frown Cece had become accustomed to. After a few beats he replied somewhat hesitantly, "You can call me Bucky"

"Sure thing Buck," she replied with a cheeky grin, the sharp edges falling away into something more childlike. With a smile like that Bucky couldn't bring himself to correct her. When Cece realised he hadn't complained about her dropping the y, she found herself wondering just how far she could push her luck with this brooding ex-assassin.

Present day

Munich- Germany

Her eyes flitted between her tablet and the other passengers. They were staring again. Narrowed eyes and tightly drawn lips. Men. Cece couldn't help but scoff at the pair. Torres, the young soldier who had managed to obtain the plane for Sam, had been kind enough to update her on the Flag smashers. He had seemed reluctant at first to share the information but she had managed to imply she had the clearance for it. Surely she wouldn't have been flying with The falcon on a mission if she didn't have a high clearance. As he spoke she made a note to look into the organisation more. She knew people were angry but she hadn't realised they were at the point of a revolution already. How had she managed to miss this?

"So what's our plan?" Bucky snapped. Ah so they were finally talking.

Or not, Sam didn't reply to Bucky's question. He stood up, plucked an ear piece of the central station and moved towards Torres. His silence only fuelled Bucky on more. Barnes pursed his lips and doubled down in the glare. Reaching forward he took his own com and settled back down. Cece was tempted to take one for herself, but decided against the last thing she needed was to get between in the middle of their little tiff. Besides if she needed to she was positive she would be able to find their frequency.

"I thought you guys were friends?" Cece sighed under her breath. No bothering to look away from the map in front of her, she hadn't expected him to hear her but he did. His eyes lifted and burned holes into the side of her head. She didn't need to look at him to know what he was doing. "No don't start glaring at me, I was just asking."

Torres called out a minute warning and started to open the aircraft door. So Sam had no intention of landing. She watched him move closer to the edge. The red of his suit standing out against the dull blues of the sky. Cece found herself wondering wistfully if he would be able to reach out and touch the clouds. He caught her looking. Sam inclined his head and sent her a dazzling smile, "It was nice meeting you, maybe next time we can grab a drink or something without you-know-who." His tone dropped as his eyes moved across to Bucky, "Enjoy your ride, Buck"

"No, you can't call me that," Buck snapped back.

"Why not? That's what Steve called you."

"Steve knew me longer, and Steve had a plan."

"I have a plan," Sam countered with an even larger smile than before.

"Really? What is it?"

Without replying the he stepped out of the plan. Had Cece not known that the device on his back allowed him to fly she would have been worried by her friend's lack of concern. Bucky's expression darkened as he moved towards the open door. He turned to Torres and asked, "Where's the chute?"

"We're at 200 feet. It's too low for a chute," The younger soldier replied, his head still peering out the door in the direction of Sam. Cece smiled at the expression on his face. A look of wonder and obvious admiration. A complete contrast to the look of annoyance etched into Bucky's.

"I don't need it anyway."

Torres drew back from the door and threw Bucky a questioning look, "You sure about that?"

"Yeah," was the only reply he got.

When the younger man's gaze turned to Cece she just shrugged back, as far as she was aware Bucky was pretty hardy. He would probably do more damage to the ground than himself. She had yet to see him sustain any life threatening injuries, physical ones at least. She imagined could fill another notebook with the list of the mental injuries that had probably occurred over the years. Bucky grabbed at this sleeve and pulled the material clean off.

"Play nice with the other kids," Cece goaded from safe distance away, she wasn't stupid enough to taunt him by an open door 200 feet in the air. She and Torres winced as he leapt from the plane, a series of groans and yells echoed through the landscape as his body broke through the forest canopy. Cece called out to Torres, throwing him her best smile at him. "There's a private airfield a few miles away, think you could make a quick drop off. They won't even realise you were there I promise. Right guess I should change."

As promised the control tower hadn't even questioned why a US military plane needed a runway and She hadn't stuck around long enough for Torres to question her on it. The moment the wheels slowed to a holt Cece had leapt from the cargo door, maybe it wasn't as impressive as 200 feet but it still a larger jump than most would be willing to take. As she rolled her way out of her landing she commended herself on having the forethought to bring more than just garnish cardigans and floral leggings with her. At least the thick leather of her motorcycle trousers had saved her from the tarmac.

Springing out for her roll she settled into a jog as she moved her way around the aircraft hangers unnoticed. She needed to catch up to the boys, after their staring contest she found it hard to call them men. In order to do that she needed a ride. Her eyes lit up as a green dirt bike was wheeled toward a small private jet. It was placed on the floor metres from her, keys hooked around the handlebars and a helmet resting on the seat. Perfect. As the men moved back into the van she strutted forward. She had learnt from a young age that people were less likely to question you if they thought you knew what you were doing. She ditched her glasses carelessly over her shoulder, slipped the helmet on and kicked her leg over the bike. Yells erupted from inside the van as the bike roared to life and darted from the hanger. Surprisingly, it didn't take her long to find them. She ditched the bike on a road one over from the building they were in. Bucky was stalking the perimeter of the dilapidated warehouse while Sam walked through the centre. The latter seemed to be saying something that he found amusing as his shoulders shook. It was clearly aimed at Bucky's expense as the ex soldier paused briefly before moving on. Cece almost regretted not taking an ear piece, If their short spat in Washington had been anything to go one she imagined the comments that were being shared would have been highly amusing. At least to her. As Sam moved to enter the next room, she eased herself forward falling into step beside him.

"All stealthy. A little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther," he chuckled lightly at his own joke.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure they called him White Wolf," she whispered lightly, peering over his shoulder trying to assess the level of his gear. Through what she could see he seemed to be decked out with the latest stark gadgets, not that she expected anything less he was an Avenger after all.

Sam's head whipped round as he jumped away from the voice. His eyes widened at the sight of someone other than Bucky beside him. He hadn't even heard them approaching! Before he could attack she reached up and flipped the visa of her helmet up. Her grin was hidden by the remaining section of the head gear but it showed enough of her face to let him know she was a friendly. Her silver bangle clinked as she moved her hand away from her visor. Sam's eyes ran over the woman, he clearly hadn't paid her enough attention at the airport. She wasn't just a civilian like he had previously thought. Most of her hair and head was obscured by the black bike helmet though a few flattened curls peeked out of the edges. A bright yellow leather jacket with a gun holster fasted over her shoulder, clearly not a civilian.

"How did you get here, Wait are you from Wakanda?"

She laughed openly at his question. "I'm flattered but no, I'm just,"

She never got to finish the sentence as black metal fingers clamped down on her arm, spinning her on the spot. Bucky's nostrils flared as he let out a low groan, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Cece just smiled back completely at ease under his intense glare. His arm still curled around her bicep. He stepped closer trying to use his height to intimidate her, something that would have once worked. At least it had when she was a child. Now she just jutted her chin out and looked back up at him. Sam eyed the pair before him, he had been surprised when Bucky had turned up with the woman in tow but had just assumed she was some court ordered shrink playing babysitter. Now he realised how wrong that assumption had been.

Pulling his free hand up to point in her face Bucky all but growled, "you're going to get yourself killed kid. Turn around and get back in whatever car you stole."

Her body went rigid as he spoke. Clearly she hadn't liked the suggestion or perhaps it had been the tone she hadn't liked. The easy smile she had sent Sam seconds ago shifted into something almost feral. She started to twist and pull her arm trying to get out of his hold. When Bucky pointed his finger at her again, Sam got the distinct impression she wanted to bite the damn thing off as it was pushed into her face. She felt like a child being scolded.

"Would you just let me help," she groaned, finally wriggling her arm free from his vice-like grip.

Bucky threw his hands up in frustration. As she took a step away from him, massaging her arm gently, He knew he should have felt bad for hurting her. But he needed her to understand. Didn't she get that she wasn't going to be able to help. These weren't everyday thugs, these for super soldiers! She was tech support at best, her specialty was gathering information and forging documents. Neither of those skills were needed. Not that he would word it like that to her face.

"Just to let you two know I'm inside. It's not great, but very doable." Sam's chipper words pulled the pair from their staring contest.

"How are you inside, oh you have a drone?" Cece's eyes lit up at the sight of a shiny new gadget. She darted forward away from a disgruntled Bucky and pulled Sam's arm towards her. The movement startled him but to his credit he let her inspect the digital gauntlet without much fuss. She clearly appreciated RedWing more than their companion. She let out a low whistle as she recognised the stark tech in the system, " Ah clever use of the tech, can it…"

"Enough, Cece get out of here" Cece bristled as Bucky barked his orders, "Sam, let's go."

"No wait," Sam warned, his arm gripping Bucky's to pull him back but the soldier didn't move.

"I got a vibranium arm. I can take them."

"And I can fly. Who gives a shit? Just Wait. I want to see where they're going."

Bucky gestured to the nearly empty room, frustratingly. Gritting his teeth together, he spat out, "There's two people."

Turning fully to make sure Sam had gotten the message he stalled. Instead of finding Sam ready to go and Cece making her way back to safety, the two where shoulder to shoulder consulting Cece's glowing wrist. Bucky didn't like how quickly Sam had accepted the woman's help. Sure she looked the part in a protective suit, toting a gun and useful tech but she wasn't a soldier!

"You only see two?" Sam questioned Bucky, his eyes trained on the screen Cece had out in front of him. A smile creeping onto his face.

He shot back an annoyed groan, "That's what I said."

Cece scoffed, "There are at least 6 phones in this building alone and that isn't including us, and that's just when I see, I bet his drone will pick up even more."

The group peered through the metal shelving that was concealing them from the new figures walking into sight. Cece shuffled forward until she was close enough for Bucky to hear her counting. Bucky glanced sideways at her, his fist clenched at the smug expression on her face. One eyebrow quirked up disappearing under the raised visor knowing full well that her mere presence was winding him up. He didn't need to look back at the group to know he had miss counted. The look of pure glee in Cece's eyes said it all.

"Yeah, So they're strong. Whatever. All right, let's go."

"No, no, wait," Sam ordered in a hushed whisper.

In his rush to stop the other man his arm knocked into the metal shelving. Several cans and unlabeled boxes cluttered to the ground. All three of them stilled, their eyes snapping the group in the doorway who had turned at the noise. A beat of silence rolled through the warehouse before a female voice cut through it sharply. A slam on the back of the lorry was all she needed to get the rest of the crew moving.

Sam's eyes narrowed at his own wrist as RedWing relayed new data, " I think they have a hostage."

"And he's gone," Cece muttered.

A low whirring pulled her attention away from Bucky and to the man taking flight next to her. She had always been in awe of Bucky's speed but she had seen it before so the image of him sprinting after a moving vehicle was nothing new. This however was. Sam was up and in the air. Large metallic wings spread out either side of him. In all her life she had never seen a person fly, not like this. Sure she had seen him on the news and everyone had seen Ironman at some point in their life's. But seeing it in person, hearing the soft churning of gears and light grumble of the jet engine was something else entirely! He didn't stop to say goodbye as he swooped out of the warehouse at a similar speed to their mutual friend.

Two words left Cece's mouth as she watched the pair disappear into the distance, "Bloody superheroes."

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