Chapter 11

[Emily's POV]

I folded my arms across my chest and leaned angrily against the wall. We had just arrived in Germany, and we had quickly found a hotel to stay at. We were split up into three rooms: Melina, me, and Clint in one room, then there was Bucky, Dixon, and T'Challa in another, and Tony claimed his own room, which we were all cool with.

Melina sat on one of the two twin beds that Clint insisted we had. He had claimed the couch and was already conked out, shirtless with sweatpants on. She leaned over and grabbed a brush, stroking her delicate, black hair.

"Today was definitely eventful, that's for sure," she commented, yawning. She set her hairbrush down and glanced at Clint. "Does he have to stay with us? I mean, a grown man with two girls."

"Two grown women," I corrected her. "He's fine. He wouldn't do a thing to harm us. Nobody here would."

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[Clint's POV]

I moaned as I woke up at one am. I pulled myself up, rubbing my eyes. Whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, I always needed some type of food in order to put me back to sleep. And I happened to know that there was a vending machine at the end of the hall. I got up quietly and made sure not to wake up Emily and Melina, who were both sleeping soundly. I slipped out of the room and padded down the hall towards the vending machine.

There was a rustling noise behind me and I flipped around, yanking out my collapsible baton from my pocket. I held it out in front of me like a sword, my eyes scanning for what made the noise. Nothing moved in the dark hallway, which unnerved me. I folded it back up and resumed my journey, collecting M&Ms, Reese's, and Skittles. Once my sugar high was completed, I headed back.

I reached my door and leaned over, twisting the knob.

Except it didn't twist.

Disturbed, I tried twisting it harder, seeing if I just needed more strength. It was a 'no'.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream erupted from inside the room.

I took a few steps back before raising my foot, slamming it against the door. I did this two more times and it completed opened up. The light was on in the bathroom, giving some light in the room. Melina was cowering by the walk-in closet near her bed while Emily was struggling against a tall, broad-shouldered figure. The man had her in a headlock and she had tears streaming down her face as she tried to claw her way out.

"Let her go!" I ordered, trying to keep my voice from shaking. No one, and I meant no one was going to hurt Emily. "Step away from the girl." The man didn't say anything, just kept holding on tightly. Finally, I backed up and slid across the floor, pulling out my baton. Emily jumped at the last second and I used my momentum to slap the baton across the man's ankles. He grunted as one of them cracked and that gave Emily more than enough time to elbow him in the gut and duck out of his grasp.

"Get out of here!" I ordered, and Emily grabbed Melina before the two girls raced out of the room. When I turned back to face the perp, he grabbed me around the throat with a single hand before picking me up and slamming me against one of the walls. I choked and my hands tried to instantly pry the fingers off.

But they seemed stiff, as if they were almost made of...metal. I brought my elbow around and slammed it on top of his arm, breaking the choke hold. The man pulled his arm back to deliver a skull-crushing punch when something tackled him from behind. The two people were sent tumbling into the couch and I threw myself onto a bed, flipping around so I could survey the mess.

"What's going on?" demanded Tony as he stormed into the room. He flipped on the lights and I gasped when I saw the perp's face.

It was Bucky.

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[Bucky's POV]

I blinked my eyes and suddenly found myself pinned to a couch by T'Challa with vibranium claws an inch from my throat, Clint shirtless on one of the beds with his baton pointed towards me, and Tony standing in the doorway looking pissed off.

"W-What am I doing here?" I stuttered, glancing around as best as I could. I frowned. "This isn't our bedroom."

"Do you know who you are?" Clint demanded, jumping off the bed so he was closer to us. "Answer me."

"My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I prefer to go by the name of Bucky. My best friend is Steve Rogers, who is known as Captain America," I blurted out. T'Challa sighed and pulled his hand back, rubbing his eyes. "Now what the heck is going on?"

"You went under," Tony said darkly, and everything in me froze.

"I-I what?" I breathed, unable to process what he just said.

"You tried to kill Emily and Melina," Clint clarified, glowering at me. "I left for one measly minute and you go under and break into the room, trying to kill the two of them."

"The Winter Soldier took over," T'Challa muttered, leaping off of me, and I shook my head.

"That can't be," I muttered, looking at all three of them with terrified eyes. "Banner and Cho promised me that the Winter Soldier was gone."

"You can never really get rid of a part of yourself," Tony stated, and I glared at him.

"Not now, Stark," I barked, and I began to unintentionally rock myself. "I didn't...I mean...no, no, no, no, no..."

"We're leaving," ordered Clint, pointing at Stark. "Call Cap and tell him we have a situation down here." He turned to stare straight at me. "If any of the girls ask, you came in to rush the perp with the others. He broke your ankle because of it."

"G-Got it," I stuttered, only half paying attention.

I had just tried to kill Emily.

I tried to kill her.

Emily.

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[Emily's POV]

Clint came into the QuinJet with him and T'Challa holding Bucky up, who was limping. Dixon and I ran to take over for them, helping Bucky into one of the seats. Tony came in afterwards and shut the door, heading straight for the cockpit. I sat down beside Bucky and watched as Clint began to set his ankle.

"What happened?" I asked, wincing whenever I heard a click. Clint glanced up at Bucky, who shared a look with him, before turning back towards me.

"Bucky came in with T'Challa and Tony," explained Clint. "Perp got a hold of him and broke his ankle. Ducked out of the window sadly. We don't have the medical tech needed to treat him here so we're heading back to the compound."

"Of course," I said, nodding. I turned towards Bucky. "How are you feeling?"

He didn't even bother to move and just grumbled, "Fine." I narrowed my eyes at him. I knew we weren't on good speaking terms, but this was pushing it a little far.

"Bucky, I'm sorry I overreacted back at the compound," I began, gulping. "I should've handled it better. I'm sorry."

Bucky didn't even make a move. I rolled my eyes at him and clenched my fists. "If you're not talking to me because of something I did..."

"Emily," interrupted Tony, gesturing for me to come to the front of the plane. I glanced at Bucky sadly before getting up and heading over to Tony. "Check on Melina for me, will ya? Don't want the little tyke to get overwhelmed with what happened tonight."

"Aye aye, Uncle Tony," I said sarcastically, giving him a dainty salute before heading over to the shocked Melina.

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