Berlin
The two Barnes siblings were sitting in glass cells inside of a big, bland room. Emma's arms were cuffed in front of her with power canceling cuffs, "Ты не должен был приходить, Эм" Bucky finally spoke up after being quiet the whole way towards the German Forces Headquarters. Emma scoffed, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips; clenching her hands, feeling the pain from her hand as the white bandaged turned a blood red. Bucky's eyebrows furrowed when he noticed her flinch, "Что ты сделал со своей рукой?" He questioned.
Emma knew why he was talking in Russian, it was so that the people didn't know what they were talking about. "Я искал тебя, умник. Я не мог позволить тебе упасть из-за этого в одиночку, не так ли?" Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as she felt a tear rolling down her cheek. "Господи, блядь. Я никогда не плачу." She joked, trying to stop herself from crying by tilting her head back.
"Мне жаль, что я вовлек тебя в это." Emma's head snapped to the right, a questioning brow cocked at him before her eyes softened on him.
"Баки, мы сделаем это вместе. Не важно что." She comforted before the door to their room was opened and a man stepped into the room. Emma nodded at Bucky once more before looking back to the front again.
"Hello, Mr and Miss Barnes. I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate the two of you." He began as he placed his books down onto the table in front of them, before pulling out the seat in front of them. "Do you mind if I sit?" Emma kept her mouth shut as she kept her eyes focused on the wall behind the man. "You're first names are James and Emma?" He questioned, like he had no idea.
"I'm not here to judge you." He spoke, making Emma finally look at him.
"Are you not? That's what everyone does anyway." Emma scowled, clenching her fingers together. He looked at her.
"I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?" He questioned, Bucky didn't answer so he looked at Emma. "Emma? I can't help the two of you if you don't talk to me." Helmut Zemo continued, making Emma purse her lips into a thin line.
"My name is Bucky." Bucky finally spoke up, as Emma tapped her fingers lightly; she had remembered that it was one of her many nervous ticks or anxious.
"Tell me Bucky, Emma. You've both seen a great deal, haven't you?" He questioned, looking up at the two super soldiers.
"I don't want to talk about it." Bucky stated, making Emma hum in agreement. As the brunette haired evaluator looked between the two of them once again.
"You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never ever stop." Emma flinched as he hit the point right on, she remembered everything. "Don't worry." He looked at his pad, "We only have to talk about one," The lights suddenly went off, making Emma and Bucky look at one another before looking back at the man in front of them.
"What the hell is this?" He accused as Emma narrowed her eyes at the man. He leaned forward on the table, looking between the two of them.
"Why don't we discuss your home?" He questioned, and Emma tensed up; she had a bad feeling she knew what he was talking about but she was praying that she was wrong. "Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no." He pulled something out of his bag, and Emma recognised it; the red book with a star on it, Emma tore her eyes away from the man in front of her.
"I mean you're real home." He showed it to the two of them as he pulled his glasses off of his face, "страстное желание, ржавчина."
"No." Bucky spoke as Emma closed her eyes, praying that he stop.
"семнадцать," He continued Emma heard the whirring of her brothers metal arm as he clenched it and shouted out.
"Stop!"
"рассвет." Bucky screamed as Emma's head lolled backwards, as she let out a whine. Bucky grunted as he pulled his hand from the metal cuff, as Emma tried to use her powers as hard as she could. "Печь, девять" He continued to move around the two containers as they tried to escape, their minds slowly reverting to the way it was when HYDRA had control over them. "Доброкачественный, возвращение домой, номер один, грузовой вагон" The Winter Soldier broke down his door while The Phoenix escaped from her own.
The two of them slowly rose as Zemo made his way around the two, "солдаты?" He questioned, wanting to see if it had really worked.
"Готовы соответствовать" Bucky answered, making Zemo grin wickedly. He had achieved his goal.
"Mission report. December 16, 1991." He ordered, The Phoenix didn't answer; as she hadn't been on that mission. The phoenix heard movement, before she grabbed The Winter Soldiers arm and dragged him into a desolate area to hide in wait. Steve and Sam entered the room, as Steve grabbed the man, Zemo, Sam looked for the two escaped killers. Sam barely missed The Winter Soldiers hit.
He ducked, putting some of his own hits in before the Winter Soldier grabbed him with his metal arm by the chin and threw him. Steve looked over before The Phoenix used her powers to throw him away from The Winter Soldier, she ran forward throwing a punch which he dodged and kicked out the back of her legs. She watched as he ran to fight off the Winter Soldier.
Sam stood up, groaning as he cupped his jaw in hopes to crack it back in place. He looked up to see The Phoenix standing above him, he used his full strength too kick her backwards. She stumbled for a moment before using a huge kick to throw him back. Sam grabbed her leg and twisted, pulling her towards the ground. Her back met the ground at a fast pace, as Sam managed to pin her down.
"I gave you a chance, woman. I need you to work with me." He pleaded, before The Phoenix wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him over onto the ground; she punched him in the face before jumping up and running towards the door.
The Phoenix rushed towards Natasha and pulled her away from The Winter Soldier and threw her away. Natasha scowled before running back towards her, punching her and then kicking her in the stomach; throwing her backwards as the brunette flew backwards onto a table. The Phoenix barely missed another punch by rolling off of the wooden planks.
She started running away before a plank got thrown from behind and she flew forward, passing out immediately.