Despite Steve's admission of your 'betrayal' to the authorities, they still linked industrial strength cuffs around your wrists before moving onto linking some around Bucky too. Cuffs you were fine with, then they rolled out two glass boxes. One for Bucky, and you blanched at the other. You and he were the only ones cuffed, the only ones deemed reckless and dangerous enough to need them.

"Absolutely not." Steve stated, stepping right up into Rhodey's face and ignoring the pulse rays. Rhodey dropped his arms, heaving a heavy sigh.

"James Barnes is a danger to himself and the public."

"Okay, that I understand but the other one?"

"It's not for you Captain."

"I know." He stepped back, practically tipping you over when his body collided with yours. What was he doing? But then his arm reached back, curling around you in an all too familiar protective gesture. "I'm not happy about you putting Bucky in there but her? She's been an Avenger for almost 4 years, fought by mine and your side; and what, now you're going to treat her like an experiment?"

Your heart lurched in your chest. You knew how angry he was with you, how much these accords hurt him just by the look in his eyes. He didn't have to defend you and yet here he was, continuing to be a great boyfriend after you'd just broken his heart. You wondered if in someway he understood your position on it as much as you understood his. Especially now, when this was exactly what you'd been trying to avoid - having to be arrested for accountability of your actions. He had super serum in his veins, you were born with a mutated gene that let you control elements and that made you dangerous; and made you need to be put in check.

"It's alright." You soothed and he simply turned his head to the left, glancing at you out of his peripherals. "Really. They already told us where they are going to take us, so I'll see you in a little bit?"

"You don't know that." He turned to face you fully now, large hands gripping your world heavy shoulders. "What if they are lying to us? I know we're not exactly in 100% agreement right now but you are still the most important person in my life and if you think I'm going to let them separate us and put you in that box, then it will be over my dead body." You shivered at the thought. You couldn't let him get hurt because of you.

"You aren't letting them Steve, I am." He bit into his bottom lip, glancing back over his shoulder to Rhodey with the darkest look you have ever seen on his face. "Steve?"

"You get her there safely or I will burn you, and your accords to the ground."

Bucky didn't speak to you the whole ride back despite Rhodey being nice enough to leave the comms on in your box prisons. Bucky's kept him strapped to a chair while yours was more like Loki's cell had been, four paces wide and five long. You hadn't exactly tried to talk to Mr. Tall, dark and murdery either. Your mind was too occupied with Steve and these stupid accords.

Were you making the right decision? Tony had been so positive that signing was the right thing to do, but Steve's conviction on the subject was just as strong. Sam, Rhodey, Vision, Natasha, all of them were confident in there decisions and then here's you, not sure if you will even get out of this cage to make one. Instead, you sat on the floor with folded legs, leaning back against the glass wall and tried to relax before shit hit the fan.

Cool wind whipped around you, bitter snow pecking your skin with icicle kisses as your hand ran along the hallway wall. You were so close to the exit, the winter tundra hiding your escape as alarms blared, threatening you with their ferocity. You could hear the men yelling for you, screaming for you to get back in your jail before they had to drag you back in but the chatter in their teeth and crunch of snow beneath them told you they wouldn't be able to get to you before they froze to death. You were weak, malnourished and scarred from the beatings you'd received at their hands but you were strong. You would make it.

The large, overly guarded door was barely in sight when the hinges cracked and the metal caved in. A man took up the doorway with his shoulders alone, head practically hitting the frame as he stepped in with a circular shield guarding him. You would recognize that man anywhere, the face of a man who the Hydra guards that held you for so long had been whispering about. The same man who had driven their organization to the ground years ago. Captain America.

He didn't seem to like the cold, something told you as he took pause before stepping through the blizzard. His eyes locked with your own petrified gaze, hand raising to look through the haze. You aren't sure how you did it, you'd never been able to control your powers more than doing absolutely nothing or causing storms like this, but a small cloud formed above him and sunshine peaked over it to heat his skin.

"I'm here to save you, but it doesn't look like you need much saving." He had covered the small space between you in three strides. You placed an arm on an impressive bicep, giving him an exhausted grimace of a smile.

"Am I your first mission Captain?" Your words were slurred like that of a child. You hadn't been allowed to speak much during your time in Hydra's 'care' but that didn't stop the influx of snarky comments you'd thought to keep yourself sane. He scooped you into his arms, the blizzard around you disappearing as the weight was taken off your fragile body and you went limp in his arms.

"You're the only one that matters," is all he whispered into your snow dampened hair.

"Get up." The voice was gruff in your ears, grating on your ears a little. "Get up."

You sat up abruptly, body cracking with the movement as you shot to your feet off the cold, glass flooring. Your eyes locked onto Bucky's (perhaps you should call him James, you weren't actually a friend of his and didn't know what'd he prefer), his eyebrows raised in an expression you could only call amused. If a one hundred year old ex assassin could look amused. Your hand reached up to your chin, wondering if you'd drooled like Steve liked to tease you for. Your chin was thankfully dry.

"What?" You cleared the croak from your throat. "What's going on?"

"The truck stopped, we're here."