AN: Thank you for the continued support!
I followed Sharon out of the office building and to a lower floor, as we walked, Everett Ross followed in line, coming up behind me. There was a sense of urgency from everyone around me, but not me, I was cool as a cucumber. My face held a blank expression as I approached Steve and Sam first who had just gotten out of the armed vehicle that was holding them.
"Well, I'm certainly glad to see you two alive. Arrested, but alive," I commented, scanning over their slightly disheveled and bruised appearances.
"You alright?" Steve asked concernedly, as if he didn't just cause mayhem in Romania.
I smiled, "You just did battle with a special team task force, and your asking me if I'm alright?" I asked incredulously, still smiling and Steve just nodded his head and shrugged. "Amazing," I commented, shaking my head in disbelief. "Well, to answer your question Steve, I'm doing fine. Minus, you know, almost being blown up only a few hours ago and and watching my rights getting taken away. But yeah everything is alright, " I answered sarcastically.
I looked over Steve's shoulder and made eye-contact with Bucky, who was locked up in small cage covered in bullet proof glass. From then on, everything seemed to move in slow motion. He was bound to the chair by straps and steel mechanics keeping him down. My heart broke at the sight, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His eyes met mine before falling to my wrists. I looked down at them and unconsciously began to rub my wrist remembering when he broke it when I was fourteen. I looked back up at Bucky.
"Did he remember?" I thought.
I snapped back to reality as they began to drag Bucky away in his heavy-duty cell. He was still holding eye contact with me, and I felt my heart break even more.
"What's going to happen to him?" Steve asked protectively as Bucky was finally out of my sight.
"Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition," Everett Ross spoke up, causing me to snap out of my daze and glare at him.
"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander," Sharon introduced almost sadly, knowing that there was nothing she could do to protect them from his wrath.
"What about our lawyer?" Steve asked, no emotion in his voice.
"Lawyer. That's funny. See their weapons are placed in lockup," Ross called to a nearby staff member. He turned back to the two men. "Oh, we'll write you a receipt," He smirked, cockily and Steve stared him down as he followed us.
"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that," Sam grumbled as he watched guards take away his suit before falling in step with me.
"You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell. Now, do me a favor, stay in it," Ross continued as we walked along a skyway.
"I'm not intending on going anywhere," T'Challa spoke up from beside me as I noticed him for the first time.
"For the record, this is what making things worse looks like," Natasha said as she walked beside Steve.
"He's alive," Steve grunted back not looking at her as we found our way to an office room.
"No," Tony said from inside the room we just entered. He was on the phone, pacing around nonchalantly. "Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup," Tony gave a look to the three men entering the room.
"Try not to break anything while we fix this," Natasha sighed, only half-joking as she walked away.
"Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences. Obviously you can quote me on that because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir," Tony ended the phone call, and put the phone away as he walked up to Sam and Steve.
"Consequences?" Steve questioned.
"Secretary Ross wants you both prosecuted. Had to give him something," Tony explained defensively, scratching at his goatee.
"I'm not getting that shield back, am I?" Steve asked, a little upset over the whole situation.
"Technically, it's the government's property. Wings, too," I smirked and shrugged as I followed Natasha and Tony.
Sam shook his head, "That's cold," Sam commented.
"Warmer than jail," Tony called back over his shoulder.
Natasha walked ahead of us while Tony and I hung back, Tony had his hands stuffed in his pant pockets and was looking over at me and then looking away. My demeanor went back to being unfazed just like it was earlier. Was that reason Tony kept darting his eyes between me and the floor? I wish he would spit out what he thinking.
"What is it that you want, Tony?" I asked curiously. "Clearly you want to say something to me," I added, finally fed up with his glances.
"It's probably best that we speak alone, for what I want to discuss," Tony suggested, a serious expression appearing on his face.
"Okay..." I answered trailing off, raising an eyebrow, my mind wondering where this conversation was going. "Natasha, Tony and I will be back," I announced, and she nodded her head continuing to her destination. I opened the door to an empty conference room and walked in spinning around to face Tony. I crossed my arms and looked at Tony expectantly. "So, what's got you so worked up around me Tony?" I questioned, as Tony closed the door behind him.
"Did you know what Sam and Steve were planning to do?" Tony asked, looking at me. "Because you have been oddly calm and unbothered about this whole situation," Tony pointed out, and I noticed there was an accusing tone to his statement.
I let out a snicker at the question and used my hand to cover my smile, "I'm sorry," I apologized, waving my hand signaling him to disregard my actions which only seemed to make a vein bulge out on Tony's forehead in annoyance. "Of course I did Tony," I answered, with a slight shrug of my shoulders. "What? Are you going to run to Ross tell him to charge me as a co-conspirator too?" I questioned sarcastically, placing a hand on my hip.
"With your luck, Ross would actually consider doing just that," Tony stated dryly shrugging.
I let out a humorless laugh and leaned against a glass table that was in the middle of the room, "And there would be nothing you could right?" I began, and narrowed my eyes. "Because you're hands are tied, right?" I remarked bitterly, dusting my hands off, my frustrations finally spilling out since the day the Accords were brought to us. It irritated me how quick Tony was to give up on us, his own team, people he's known for years before the government, which was once infiltrated with HYDRA members.
"What would you suggest then Amara, hmm?" Tony asked, throwing his hands up fustratedly. "Because what Steve and Sam did was extremely reckless, and the exact reason why the Accords are needed!"
"You know what's dangerous? Politicizing the Avengers, that's dangerous! 117 countries signed the Accords, but what about the countries that were left out?" I pointed out, as I began pacing the room back and forth. "Giving some countries access to the Avengers, but not others, how is that fair? If you would just let me fix-" I continued, but was cut short by Tony.
"There are things you can't fix," He pressed the last word. "I know exactly what you mean when it comes to fixing, Amara!" Tony exclaimed angrily, pointing at me with an accusing finger. "It's when everyone is bowing in front of your feet, kissing and praising the ground you walk on, and hanging on every word you say with the desire to fulfill your every damn wish!" He finished, his breaths coming out shortly while I forced myself to stand still.
I looked at the floor, shaking my head and chuckled in disbelief at what Tony was insinuating. I smoothed my dress out and lifted my head up to face Tony, letting out another chuckle as I moved my hair behind my ears, and entwined my hands behind my back.
"Wow, you've finally said it," I mused, as I released my hands and began clapping. "You've been dying to tell me that since the day we met, haven't you?" I questioned, slowly making my way to Tony while he hung his head, he looked a bit ashamed of himself.
"I-I shouldn't have said that, Amara. It was the heat of the moment," Tony explained lamely, placing his hands on his hips and meeting my steely gaze briefly before looking back down. "That's not how it sounded in my head," Tony added.
"Yes it did Tony, stop lying to me and stop lying to yourself, you knew exactly how that was going to come across!" I snapped, glaring at Tony as I stabbed my finger into his chest. "After all these years...Do you truly think that low of me, Stark?" I asked, lowering my finger and walked past Tony knocking into his shoulder purposefully with look in my eyes that frightened Tony a bit.
"Amara-"
"Go to hell Tony!" I fumed, leaving the room and slamming the door behind me.
I rushed around the corner of the crowded hallway, my eyes were focused ahead of me in anger, my face taut. Thanks to my tunnel vision I suddenly slammed into a body that nearly made me lose my footing, the person I bumped into dropped the files they were holding and quickly scrambled to pick them up.
"I am so sorry, I was not paying attention," I sighed apologizing, and ran a hand through my hair.
The stood up to his full height and I stared the eyes of a man with glasses and slicked back hair. He was a head taller than me, and very handsome.
"It's fine Miss Sinclair. No harm done," the man assured in accented voice. "Would you walk with me? It appears to me that you need to clear your head," he commented.
"Uh, sure," I answered, nodding my head. "Lead the way,"
"Now, my name is Doctor Theo Berssard. I am here to evaluate Mr. Barnes. Now it's to my understanding, you two are friends?" Doctor Berssard questioned, as we began walking down another hallway.
I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, "What?" I asked back, as we stopped at the doors of an elevator.
"Well, you tried to help him, so I inferred," he explained and I cleared my throat as he pressed a button on the elevator. "Now, I thought it would be a good idea to have you down there with me as I interrogated Mr. Barnes. It will be good for him to see a friendly face. Maybe it will ease him into talking," The elevator door opened as I shook my head.
"I wouldn't exactly say I'm a friendly face. If anything you would want Captain Rogers, he's known him longer," I explained, watching Doctor Berssard enter the elevator. "But getting to Ross to agree to that is out of the question after Romania," I added, placing my hands on my lower back.
"Ah," Doctor Berssard breathed. "How unfortunate," and the doors closed.
AN: How you'd like it? It strayed from the movie, but I needed to find a way to have Amara in this particular scene, so once again I hoped you liked it! Sorry for any mistakes.