Learning that Bucky was not the only Winter Soldier was good information. Vital information they wouldn't have without him – were they still around? Just how many of them were left in the world? Were they all in Siberia? Those things, Bucky was fuzzy on. Sam scoffed, thinking that Bucky was simply protecting his friends. But AJ could always tell when Bucky was lying to her – even now. And he was telling the truth. He explained to them everything he remembered. Guarding the scientists while they worked on dosing the subjects with the super soldier serum, how each person reacted to it. He talked about hearing them scream for hours until all the sudden it just stopped. The serum had worked and that's when the Russians began to test these new soldiers' abilities – their fighting. Bucky explained how he had trained with them; his captors wanting to see just how strong these new soldiers were in comparison to him. It was awful to hear – AJ couldn't imagine the pain Bucky went through during that time. It left her feeling sick to her stomach, her head spinning and her ears beginning to ring as Bucky spoke about what the Russians and Hydra had put him through – she could feel herself losing control.
"Take a walk, Jay." Steve said, noticing the temperature in the room lowering.
AJ shook her head, pulling her hair back as she began to pace around the room to try and calm herself down. "I've got it handled." She replied sharply, not wanting to take orders from Steve in that moment.
"If the temperature lowers any more, they'll find us." Sam said, walking over to AJ. "You really think Tony isn't monitoring the whole area right now to find you? You'll lead them right to us and they'll take Bucky-"
"You don't need to remind me!" AJ said as she breathed in and out, her hands shaking as a cold mist escaped her fingers. She had thought she'd been ready – in control, able to hear about what Hydra and the Russians had done to Bucky. But the more he talked about it, the more she felt herself spiraling as she pictured every hit in her head, every beating, every wipe.
"Frosty," Bucky said her name softly, causing her to look over at him as she continued to work on her breathing exercises. "The nicknames pretty ironic now, don't ya think?" He said with a lazy smile, a smile that sent a wave of calmness over AJ. "How'd that happen?"
Sam sighed loudly, probably not wanting to get into all the details – she knew it'd take too long, that they were wasting precious time when they needed to get more information from Bucky.
"It's a long story, Buck." Steve answered for AJ. "One I'm sure you two will get a chance to talk about later, but for now," Bucky nodded his head, understanding. He then looked to AJ, waiting to see if she was okay with him continuing on.
AJ took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. She nodded.
Apparently after training with the other soldiers on day, a particularly powerful soldier rebelled. He attacked one of the scientists who was monitoring him, causing all the other soldiers to rebel – all but Bucky. He'd been around long enough to know when to follow order; the new soldiers were too young, inexperienced, unaware of what would happen to them for disobeying command.
"Who are they?" Steve asked Bucky.
"Their most elite death squad." He answered back, looking briefly to AJ. He did that every so often, look over at her to make sure she wasn't spiraling out of control. It helped – having his eyes on her. It showed her that he was here with her. That Hydra and the Russians would never get their hands on him again because she and Steve would protect him. His eyes on her always created a calming effect. It still worked to this day. "More kills than anyone in Hydra history – and that was before the serum."
"So they were already awful," AJ said quietly to herself. There was a reason that she and Erskine spent months looking for the perfect candidate for the super soldier serum – inject the wrong person and there could be side effects, not just physical – but mental. This 'Elite Death Squad' clearly were not stable people. Using them as test dummies? It was moronic. Hydra had no idea what they were dealing with.
"They all turn out like you?" Sam asked Bucky.
"Worse." He answered honestly.
"The doctor," Steve spoke up. "Did he control them?"
Bucky looked down at the ground as he answered. "Enough."
Steve looked to Sam and AJ. "He said he wanted to see an empire fall."
"With these guys – he could do it." Bucky told them. "They speak thirty languages; they can hide in plain sight. Infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They could take a whole country down in one night and you'd never see them coming."
Sam cleared his throat, looking at AJ from across the room. He jerked his head in Steve's direction, motioning for her to follow him. She did, casting one last glance at Bucky who smiled at her softly. But his smile didn't reach his eyes. He still had the same lazy grin she had loathed in the beginning but ultimately fell in love with, but it was different. Almost forced. She frowned, looking away from the ghost of the man she loved. It was odd; having him so close but yet so far away. So much had changed – everything had changed. But one thing remained the same , her love for Bucky. It was unmoving. The only constant she had in her life besides Steve. She loved Bucky, even now when she hardly knew the man he had become over the decades. Because her Bucky was still in there, fighting his way-out bit by bit. And AJ refused to give up on him. No matter how scarred and flawed the man was now; it didn't stop her love for him.
Sam sighed when they were far enough away from Bucky that he couldn't hear them speaking. The man crossed his arms over his chest before he began to speak, eyes trained on Steve. "This would have been a lot easier a week ago."
AJ, still listening, looked over her shoulder at Bucky again, watching as he kept his hands clasped together, looking down at the ground to let the three of them speak privately. If the serum Hydra used on him was anything like Steve's, AJ knew he could hear what they were saying.
"If we call Tony," Steve said, gaining AJ's attention.
"-He won't believe us." Sam said back to Steve.
"Even if he did – who knows if the Accords would even let him help." AJ whispered.
"Exactly." Sam sighed.
Steve closed his eyes, sighing deeply. "We're on our own."
AJ sighed, trying to think of a way to get the hell out of dodge.
"Maybe not." Sam said, causing Steve and AJ to look at him, watching as his lips curved into a smirk. "I know a guy."
"You know a guy ?" AJ said back skeptically. "One willing to become a fugitive?"
Sam simply shrugged his shoulders. "Wouldn't be his first time."
Great. Sam wanted to bring in a criminal.
She had a better person in a mind. Or, two. One was currently jailed in the Avengers Compound, and the other was retired. She needed to find a way to get in touch with Barton – if Natasha hadn't already called him in. It was a risk. Natasha and Clint were close; there was nothing that man wouldn't do for her. But right now AJ needed him. She hoped he'd see that and not turn her in.
_
Tony looked down at his watch, tracking the weather patterns around the surrounding cities. Nothing. There was a small hit that last less than two seconds, leaving Tony unable to pinpoint where it came from. Wherever Adelyn was, she was controlling her powers.
Rogers was MIA. Sam Wilson as well. And of course, Barnes. Tony wasn't naïve enough to believe that they weren't all together. And of course, AJ was with him. He shook his head in irritation and sighed, eyes focused on his watch – he knew that AJ would do anything to be with Barnes again. Even become a wanted fugitive. If they were all together...he'd have to find them. He'd have to bring them in and they'd...he couldn't even finish his thought, because Tony knew that if he brought in Barnes, AJ would never forgive him. It wouldn't matter, she'd be locked away too – but Barnes...he'd be dead.
"I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" Secretary Ross' voice caused Tony to look up from his watch and over to the doorway where the man stood.
"We will." Tony answered. "GSG 9'S got the borders covered. Recon's flying twenty-four seven. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it." Tony stressed the word, looking briefly over at Natasha who sat in the room with him.
"You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle." Ross said, causing Tony's stomach to drop. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid – he wanted to be in charge of bringing them in so that he could give Adelyn, Wilson, and Rogers a fighting chance. Barnes...well, there was nothing he could do for him. And even though it would devastate AJ – his hands were tied. "It's clear you can't be objective." Ross sighed. "I'm putting Special Ops on this."
"And what happens when the shooting starts?" Natasha asked, her voice rising. "What? Do you kill Steve Rogers?" She asked, disgust clear in her tone. "What about Wilson – what about Frost? " She stressed the name. Tony knew what she was doing; Natasha was trying to get him to understand just how drastic the situation was. That they were all going to lose someone they loved if they weren't the ones to bring Steve, Sam, and Adelyn in themselves.
"If we're provoked." Ross said back, causing Natasha's eyes to widen and Tony's temper to flare. "Barnes would have been eliminated in Romania if it weren't for Rogers and his team." Ross reminded them. "There are dead people who would be alive now – feel free to check my math." He looked at Tony.
Tony glared, trying to keep his anger down. "All due respect – you're not going to solve this with boys and bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in." He was practically pleading with the man.
"And how would that end any differently than the last time?" Ross asked, raising his brow as Tony took a seat.
"Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt." He glared, his temper rising. He could feel it in his chest, his heart pounding so roughly that he could feel the pulsing in his ears. He took in a deep breath, calming himself. "seventy-two hours. Guaranteed."
"Thirty-six hours." Ross countered back. "Barnes." He stressed. "Rogers. Wilson. And Frost ."
"Thank you, sir." Tony closed his eyes as Ross walked away, finally able to breathe properly knowing that he was going to be the one searching for his friends and not Special Ops whose one goal was apparent; kill Barnes and anyone who gets in the way.
Do you know who was going to get in the way?
Adelyn Juliet Frost.
And Tony couldn't let her die. Not her, a voice whispered in his head. God please, not her.
Tony moved his hand to his chest, feeling his heart underneath his palm beating at an unhealthy speed. He looked to Natasha, who wore the same worried expression. The doors to the room closed and it was only the two of them now. "My left arm is numb." He told Natasha. "Is that normal?"
She walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder once she stood next to where he was seated. "You alright?"
"Always." He lied, muttering the words thirty-six hours under his breath.
Natasha looked down at Tony, her hair blocking her mouth so that the people surrounding the glass room couldn't read her lips. "We're seriously understaffed." She reminded Tony.
"Oh yeah," Tony agreed, chuckling in dark amusement. "It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now." He joked. "Any shot?"
Natasha huffed out a laugh. "Do you really think he'd be on our side?" Tony smiled. No. No matter how close he and Bruce were; he knew the scientist would have reservations about this all. He hated all things SHIELD, and working with the government? No. That wasn't Banners style anymore. "I have an idea." Natasha said after a moment.
"Me too." Tony said back. "Where's yours?"
Natasha gave him an odd look, surprised by his words. "Downstairs. Where's yours?"
Tony smirked.
He needed to get to Queens fast.
No more wasting time.
_
"I wouldn't ask unless I had no other choice, you know that, right?"
Of course he did.
"And you're free to tell me no."
Did she really think he ever could?
There was something about AJ Frost that made saying no to her impossible. The shake of helplessness in her tone, the quiver of her lip, her big green eyes – it was like saying no to Lila when she was a baby. No, Clint Barton could do a lot of things but saying no to helping AJ Frost was not one of them.
That's how he ended up at the compound, planting small bombs around the area so that he could distract Vision and get Wanda the hell out of there. That pissed him off. That she was being held at the compound against her will. When AJ told him that, he'd seen red. Wanda was like a sister to him now, just like AJ. And what Tony was doing to her was wrong. He'd break her out and together they'd fly to Berlin to help out AJ, Steve, and Wilson.
Oh, and Barnes.
"I'm sure you're seeing all over the news what happened but he didn't plant that bomb. It was someone else."
Clint believed her. AJ had a knack for knowing when someone was lying to her.
She told him about the man who had activated Barnes Winter Soldier mind with a string of words, about Siberia and the other Winter Soldiers – Clint was actually surprised he hadn't heard all of this before. An Elite Death Squad? How was that never on his radar?
He set off the first bomb.
Vision left, leaving Wanda alone. Clint kept his feet feather light on the floor; but she still sensed him, using her powers to throw a knife at his face. He blinked as the knife lightly touched the tip of his nose when Wanda saw that it was only him, a smirk appearing on his lips as he used his finger to the knock the knife away.
"Guess I should have knocked." He teased, letting the knife hit the ground.
"Oh my god," Wanda breathed out in relief, walking over to Clint. "What are you doing?"
Clint met her half way, pulling an arrow out of his quiver and walked over to where Wanda had just been standing moments earlier with Vision. "Disappointing my kids." He drew his bow back, letting an arrow hit the west wall before pulling out another arrow and turning around, letting it east wall, creating a barrier to block anyone from coming for them. "I'm supposed to go waterskiing." Clint confessed to Wanda. "But Jay and Cap need our help. Come on." He said, holding out his hand for Wanda to grab. She did, giving it a squeeze before they hurried out.
"Clint." Vision said, coming through the wall.
He huffed in annoyance. They didn't even make it out of the room. But he hadn't expected them to get too far before Vision arrived back.
"You should not be here." Vision said, causing Wanda and Clint to pause.
"Really?" Clint said as he slowly turned to face Vision, Wanda watching him carefully as she did the same. "I retire for what? Like, five minutes and it all goes to shit." He snarked.
"Please consider the consequences of your actions." Vision said, floating to them. Just a few more feet and the arrows would stop him. Clint just needed to keep him moving.
"Okay," He said. "They're considered."
Vision tilted his head as he looked at Clint, he opened his mouth to speak but before any words could get out, he floated right into Clint's trap. Electricity ripping through his body and stopping him completely.
"We gotta go," Clint tugged at Wanda's arm as he began to jog forward. But soon he realized she wasn't following after him. Clint looked over his shoulder at Wanda and then pointed to the door. "It's this way." He reminded her, jerking his head in the direction.
Wanda looked down at her hands, still standing where he had left her. "I've caused enough problems."
Clint repressed the need to groan, instead jogging over to where the young woman stood. "You gotta help me, Wanda." He told her in one breath. He was going to have to give her one of his pep talks again – it seemed to be a repeating occurrence whenever they were in battle together. "Look, you wanna mope – you can go to high school. You wanna make amends, you get off your ass ." He stressed. They didn't have time for this. They needed to leave. He looked over at Vision, eyes widened as the AI used the stone in his head to break out of Clint's trap. "Shit," He cursed, quickly reaching for a bow. But when he shot the arrow at Vision, it went right through him as if he were a hologram.
Vision pressed his hand to Clint's chest, shoving hard and sending the man flying backwards. Clint grunted as he got up, thinking back on the good ol' days when his job was to simply take out bad guys, not fight androids or aliens or whatever the hell mix of things Vision was. A bullet to the head, an arrow to the heart – that's all it took. But not with this guy.
Clint took out a pair of batons from his quiver and looked up at Vision before standing. "I knew I should have stretched," He said before lunging at him. Each hit was useless and holy fuck did it hurt to punch someone made out of vibranium. Clint groaned, grabbing one of his batons and smashing it against Visions face only to watch it break in half. He frowned, knowing he probably wasn't going to get a new one anytime soon to replace it.
Vision grabbed Clint, putting him in a choke hold.
"Clint," Vision said, his hold growing tighter. "You can't overpower me."
"I know I can't." He choked out. Clint's eyes locked with Wanda's, seeing the panic in her eyes as she watched him slowly run out of air. "But she can." She wasn't going to let him die.
A red mist left Wanda's fingers as she walked up to Vision, who continued to keep Clint in a choke hold. "Vision," She said his name slowly. "That's enough; let him go." Her voice grew louder, more confident. "I'm leaving."
"I can't let you." Vision told her.
And just as Clint's eyes began to close as he took in a shallow breath of air, Wanda moved her hands, somehow controlling Vision to let go of him and he landed on the floor at her feet.
"I'm sorry." Wanda apologized, the ground beneath Vision starting to break as his knees bent along with it.
"If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you." Vision told Wanda as his knees hit the ground.
"I can't control their fear." Wanda told Vision. "Only my own."
Clint watched with wide eyes as Vision fell through a large crater in the ground that Wanda had created, falling through each floor of the compound until he was under the building and deep within the earth. Clint got up and walked over to where Wanda stood.
"Whoa," Clint said, looking down at the hole as she breathed heavily. He grabbed her hand, causing her to look away. "Come on, we got one more stop." He said, tugging her into a run with him.
Scott Lang.
AKA Ant man.
Clint had no fucking idea who the hell this guy was, but apparently Sam said they needed him.
San Fran, here they come.
_
"Great." AJ said as she spoke on the burner phone she managed to snag. Sam had been worried about her leaving to buy one; at the time, they had had an unconscious brainwashed assassin locked up three blocks away with only Steve watching him. And Steve being Steve, had not wanted AJ to go alone to grab a phone. So Sam had watched her back. It was fairly simple, she wrapped her dark hair up in a bun and placed Steves baseball cap on top of her head and walked up to one of the locals, giving them a wad of cash to grab her a flip phone. Sam had been worried; the guy she had been talking to looked shady. But he brought back a packaged up phone and now they were safely back in the old warehouse and AJ was speaking on the phone to Clint. "Tell her thanks." She said, nodding her head as Clint said something else. "Yeah, but I guess he got the best of Sam once so he thinks he's useful."
"Hey!" Sam said in a huff, glaring at AJ. "That was meant to stay between us." He didn't want people knowing someone named Antman had bested him until they actually saw what the man was capable of doing.
"I'll see you soon, stay hidden and stay safe." She smiled softly as she spoke. Sam looked over his shoulder, watching Bucky shift on his feet as he watched AJ on the phone. The man sucked in his lower lip, clearly biting down on it as he watched AJ smile. Sam rolled his eyes, not wanting Bucky staring at AJ. He knew they had a past - he knew she loved him still. But a part of Sam couldn't help but think that Bucky was no good for her. And if Andrew were here, he'd say the same thing. When she hang up, AJ looked to both Bucky and Sam. "They're on their way to San Francisco to pick up Lang." She told Sam, eyes focused on him.
Sam nodded his head. "He'll be a good asset." Lang was a weird guy, that was for sure. But he managed to get the run on Sam, which not a lot of people could do. And it wasn't like Sam knew of any other superheroes willing to fight for them.
AJ smiled at Sam in amusement and he knew why. Referring to someone as an asset . That was more of Tony or Steve thing to say. It was a leader type of thing to say. Not that him being a leader was amusing to AJ, she'd seen him in combat – but hearing him talk like one? That must have been amusing to her. Hell, it was amusing to him too.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Shut up."
AJ grinned wide, teeth showing as she chuckled too. "Yes, sir." She playfully saluted him before her eyes wandered to where Bucky was standing. "I'm going to go find us a car." She told him.
Bucky swallowed hard, nodding his head. "I'll go with you." He said, causing Sam to let out a scoff of annoyance.
"Really?" Sam snarked. "You are going to go with her? Nah. Nope." He shook his head, moving to stand between AJ and Bucky. He heard AJ sigh, saying his name softly. "Jay – he's the most wanted man in the entire world right now. Him going out in public right now would just be stupid. I'll go with you."
"No need." Steve said, walking into the room they were all now standing in. "I found a car."
AJ walked over to where Steve stood, Sam following after her. "Did you get in touch with her?"
He nodded his head.
"And she's willing to help?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Yeah." Steve said with a little smile.
Sam smirked. "Y'know you gotta ask her on a date now."
AJ chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, I'll get around to doing that when we're not wanted fugitives anymore." Steve said back.
Sam's amused smile faded as he looked back at Bucky, realizing that as long as they were with him; they'd always be wanted fugitives. That they'd always be on the run.
Steve, seeming to sense Sam's hesitation, clasped his hand on his shoulder. "You know you don't have to do this."
Sam inhaled deeply, looking at AJ who was giving him a soft, yet sad smile. He then looked to Bucky, who was watching AJ closely. "If you want to leave, Sam, you can." AJ told him, causing Sam to look back over at her.
Sam sighed, shaking his head as he looked at AJ with a smirk. "What? You want me to leave?" He asked, looking at both AJ and Steve now.
"No." AJ answered for the both of them. "But we'd understand if you did."
He huffed playfully, shrugging his shoulders. Did she really think he'd ever willingly leave them? "You can't get rid of me that easily, Jay." He then looked to Steve, smiling fondly. "Besides, I decided a long time ago that I'd follow Cap into any battle."
Steve smiled at Sam. "That might not be the smartest choice to make." He joked.
"Eh," Sam shrugged his shoulders. "It's better than taking orders from the Government."
And it was true.
But it was also because Steve was Sam's best friend. And he couldn't imagine not fighting by his side in this, or any other battle.
"AJ?" Bucky said her name, causing Sam to look away from Steve and over to where AJ stood. He watched as AJ looked over at Bucky, the man swallowed hard before he took a few steps forward in her direction. Sam, instinctively, walked forward too, not wanting AJ in any danger. Hell, how could he not think she was in danger? There was still a bruise in the form of Bucky's handprint around AJ's neck from earlier.
"Sam," Steve said in a warning. Sam sighed, looking at Steve and nodding. "Let's give them a minute."
Sam looked over at AJ, who gave him a soft smile and a small nod of her head. I'll be fine, that nod told him.
Didn't mean that Sam liked the fact that she was going to be alone with Bucky - even if they were only a few rooms away. She was like his little sister, or, older sister. The age difference was still weird to Sam.
This whole thing was weird to him.
_
Bucky watched as Steve gave him a reassuring smile before leaving the room with Sam, a man who was not Bucky's biggest fan. Not that he blamed him. After everything Bucky had done - he understood why someone would be uneasy around him, distrusting, afraid. He looked over at AJ, watching as she wrung her fingers while standing a few feet away from him. Bucky cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet.
God, he had so much he wanted to tell her and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.
"Sorry about Sam." AJ broke the silence, prompting Bucky to let out a sigh of relief.
"It's okay." He said softly. "He's protective of you.I get what that's like." Bucky said, looking down at the ground. "Is he uh," He felt like an idiot. "You two, I mean, you and him," he began to stammer. How hard was it to ask the love of his life if she was dating someone else? "Are you two um,"
"Friends ." AJ stressed the word and when Bucky looked back over at her, she was grinning in amusement. "Yes, we are."
He shook his head, cheeks heating in embarrassment. "Right." He licked her his lower lip. "Just friends?" He asked with a playful squint of his eyes. He couldn't help himself; AJsmiled. Really smiled and he wanted to see more - it had been so long since he saw that smile up close and he felt himself getting drunk off of it, just like he had all those years ago. Completely intoxicated by her.
"Just friends." AJ clarified, smiling at Bucky. He wanted to walk over to where she stood and pull her into his arms, hold her tight and never let go. But then he caught a glimpse of her neck, seeing the bruised imprint of his hand from when he had fought against her earlier as the Winter Soldier. He closed his eyes, face scrunching together in pain as more memories flooded his mind from earlier that day. He had killed people - innocent people. "Bucky?" AJ said his name softly and at the gentle feel of her fingers touching his face, he opened his eyes, looking down at her with watery eyes.
He shook his head, moving his flesh hand to her neck, fingers just barely touching the bruises. Don't hurt her, a voice whispered in his head. Anyone but her. "I did that." Bucky's breathing hitched, his tone full of pain, unable to forgive himself. How was she not afraid of him? "I hurt you, Jay." He said in a broken tone.
AJ frowned, grabbing his hand to hold, pulling it away from the bruises he had caused. "You can't blame yourself, Buck." She whispered. He swallowed hard and shook his head. Yes, I can, he argued in his head. She moved her hand to rest against his cheek, forcing him to look at her. "I don't blame you." She told him.
"You should." Bucky whispered. "I do."
AJ smiled softly at him, thumb rubbing against his cheek. Bucky closed his eyes, head leaning into her touch. "You're too hard on yourself, Bucky." She told him. "I know you had no control over your actions and I know that deep down; you know that too." AJ whispered. "I'm not afraid of you, Bucky. I never have been."
He frowned, eyes still closed as her thumb rubbed gently against his cheek. "I've missed you, Frosty." He whispered, voice full of anguish. And then her hand dropped from his cheek and Bucky felt her arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to his body. He sighed, arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he hid his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. "Still smell the same," Bucky mumbled against her skin.
AJ chuckled, kissing the side of his head and Bucky instinctively pulled her closer to his body. It had been so long since someone had been this gentle with him; he wanted to relish in it. "I missed you so much, Bucky." AJ said quietly, fingers gently running through his hair. Bucky moved his face from out of the crook of her neck, pressing his forehead against hers. He watched as AJ closed her eyes, chin tilting up causing Bucky to smile. He moved forward slowly, lips nearly touching hers until,
"Jay...Buck?" Steve's voice said from a few feet away and Bucky let out a quiet groan when AJ pulled out of his hold. "Sorry," Steve mumbled, looking away. "We just,"
AJ nodded her head. "I know, we gotta get going." She whispered.
Steve shifted awkwardly on his feet, giving Bucky an apologetic smile as AJ walked away from him and out of the room. "Sorry, Buck."
He nodded, walking forward and over to where Steve stood. "Let's get going."
Almost. He had almost kissed her. They had almost kissed. Maybe it was a good thing they hadn't and that Steve interrupted them. Because if he kissed her now? He wouldn't be able to stop. Bucky had a lot of self control, but not when it came to his Frosty.
