AN: So, I really thought I'd be able to update quicker, but then life hit me and said "Sike!". Sorry, for the long wait and thank you for the support!
After cooling off from my heated exchange with Tony I changed into a pair of comfortable black jeans and a loose maroon top. The dress that I was wearing before made me feel as if I was slowly being suffocated. I walked back into the office and saw Sam already seated at the table, I plopped down in an empty chair, my feet resting in another seat beside me. After a while, Steve came back in the room with Sharon following him and she handed a piece of paper to Sam.
"A receipt for your gear," She stated.
"Bird costume? Really?" Sam complained.
"I didn't write it," Sharon shot defensively back at him.
I continued to rock in the chair slightly. My eyes not leaving the screen that showed camera feed of Bucky. I watched intently as the psychologist stepped in front of Bucky and have a seat, but haven't heard a word. They restricted the sound. Sharon noticed Steve's mood and pressed a button on the table, allowing us to hear the evaluation taking place.
I got up to take a closer look. This whole time I had a bad feeling about this and started using my skills of perception to look deeper. Maybe there was something that could help us.
"I'm not here to judge you, but I would like to ask you a few questions," Doctor Berssard spoke. "Do you know where you are James?" Doctor Berssard questioned, but Bucky didn't stir or say a word. "I can't help if you don't talk to me, James,"
"My name is Bucky," He corrected, his voice was deep and raspy. A silent shiver was sent down my spine at the edge in his tone.
Steve looked down at the press release photos, "Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?" Steve began, making me briefly glance over at him.
Sharon shrugged her shoulders, "Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?" Sharon proposed.
"Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier," Steve added, and I frowned.
It didn't make sense, not even a little.
"You're saying someone framed him to find him," Sharon's words made me look closer to the video screen, this time looking at Doctor Berssard rather than Bucky.
Sam joined the conversation, "Steve, we looked for the guy for months and found nothing," Sam reminded.
"He didn't bomb the UN. That turns a lot of heads," Steve countered, I darted my eyes between everyone in the room.
"Yeah, but that doesn't guarantee whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would," Sharon's gaze goes to the elevator and surrounding area, her eyes narrowing.
Steve looked at the picture again, "Yeah,"
"Guys, you're definitely onto something," I don't bother turning to look at them, but rather continued staring at the screen, my eyes scanning faster and faster for tiny clues. From the way he crosses his arms, twitching his fingers, where and how often he glanced in different directions.
"Amara what do you got?" Sam got out of his chair slowly.
"The psychologist, Berssard. I spoke to him earlier. I should have noticed something was off about him when I ran into him. Look, how he's hovering over the documents. Looking over his shoulder to the doorway just about every fifteen seconds. His muscles are tight, arms and body language all closed off like he's guarding, something,"
"You're saying..." Steve trailed off.
"I'm saying no real psychologist would ever hover unless you had something to hide. You don't look frantic or else the client or a suspect can use that against you or potentially see you as an easy target. You never use closed off body language or else they won't open up. This man isn't a real psychologist,"
"That's impossible. We sent for him. The task force would do research and background checks," Sharon argued shaking her head.
"I know it when I see it. Trust me, reading body language is specialty of mine. Something's up," As if on cue, a power outage is sent through the building shutting off the cameras. I heard Everette and the team frantically trying to get the power back online.
Sharon looked at us wide-eyed, "Sublevel 5. East wing," We bolted out of the room, feet pounding fast down the halls.
I made a mental map in my head, thinking back to signs I might have seen, trying to deduce my thoughts. We sprinted down another hall only faltering when we came across bodies of guards on the ground. We moved further into another room, seeing more bodies as the red emergency lights flashed on and off as I turned to the men right behind me.
The red only lit up their features ever so slightly. Otherwise there wasn't much light in the room. I spun around surveying the room, Bucky's containment pod was busted open the cracks in glass were clearly visible as well the shards covering the floor. There was no sign of Bucky even though he was here only moments ago. The desk was flipped and there were papers or documents scattered all over the floor and the phony psychologist was on the ground next to the desk, feebly pleading for help.
Steve marched over to the man, "Get up!" Steve demanded, grabbing him by the collar and picking up the man and slammed him into a wall. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"To see an empire fall," the man answered, the disdain for us was evident in his voice.
I didn't even have time to blink before Bucky pushed me back against the wall holding my throat tightly in his hand.
"Hey, old buddy," I struggled out before Sam pulled Bucky off and I dropped to my knees, coughing.
I lifted my head to see Bucky nearly punched Sam straight in his face, but Sam ducked in time just to have Bucky punch a large hole into the cement wall. Sam attempted to punch Bucky in the side, but it didn't work. If anything, it made him angrier. Bucky punched Sam square in the chest and grabbed him by the chin, throwing him across the room.
I stood up and charged at Bucky and kicked him in the knee from behind making the soldier's leg bend. I threw a right hook punching him across the face, slightly wincing it felt like I punched a wall. Bucky clearly didn't appreciate my actions and within a second l was seized by the neck and thrown into another wall, my back and head slammed into the wall and I crumpled to the ground in a heap. I looked on as Steve ambushed Bucky and they began to fight before the Soldier pushed his best friend down an elevator shaft just as I completely blacked out.
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It felt like hours had passed when I regained consciousness from the blow I received from Bucky, but it was only minutes. My eyes fluttered opened just as I saw the back of Sam running out the room chasing someone. There was a moist spot on the back of my head, I reached up to feel my head, feeling some blood ooze out slightly. I use the wall to help myself up and stumbled out of the room following Bucky's trail of havoc.
I followed the trail of bodies out to a courtyard where I managed to catch the eye of Tony, hiding behind a pillar. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped as Bucky walked past, Tony tapped something on his wrist and it transformed into an Iron Man glove, he stepped out from behind the pillar shot out a stun-blast at Bucky which only made him falter for a few seconds.
Tony fired another blast, Bucky ducked out of the way before firing at Tony. Holding the Iron Man glove over the barrel, Tony managed to block the bullet, wearing a startled expression at the fact that Bucky pulled the trigger with no hesitation. Tony pulled the gun barrel loose then Bucky smacked him backwards into the abandoned cafe tables.
Sharon began fighting him along with Natasha, attempting team up on him. Bucky grabbed Sharon's leg, flipping her onto a table. Natasha flipped onto his shoulders and started to elbow him on the head. I ran at them as he forced her down on a table by a metal hand to her throat.
Choking Natasha gasped, "You could at least recognize me,"
I jumped up, wrapping my arms around his neck, "Please calm down!" I exclaimed, placing my fingers on his temple.
This only seemed to agitate him and Bucky jerked me sideways, grabbing onto my shirt, yanking me off like a rag doll into some chairs. T'Challa appeared next to me and ran at Bucky. I watched as the two tussled they're way up flights of stairs and out the building. I looked around and saw everyone was still nursing the blows they took from Bucky, and I picked myself up from the floor.
"I need to find Sam," I thought.
I rush out of the building searching among the crowds of people for my friend. It takes minutes to find him through the large panicking crowd, Sam was the only person standing still in the frenzied crowd and holding a jacket when I found him.
"Sam! We need to go!" I urged, as I scanned the crowd.
Then my eyes made it to the roof of the building and I watched as Steve held back a helicopter, Bucky most likely in it, as it jerked suddenly trying to pin Steve against the helipad. In seconds, the broken helicopter began sliding off and with it I see the glint of metal around Steve's throat as they fall. Sam and I sprint to the water where the helicopter fell in, just as we made it to the edge of the water Steve swam to land as he held Bucky to his chest, above water. I helped Steve drag Bucky out.
"We need to get him somewhere safe," Steve told me. I smiled and he gave me an exhausted look. "Let me guess, you know a place. Is it far?"
Hot wiring a car, I drive around to Sam where Steve dragged a drenched and unconscious Bucky into the back of the car. Sam gets into the passenger seat and I turn the wheel, speeding from the scene before we got caught. It was a while before we found the best place to hide. A large, abandoned factory was our temporary haven. Sam and Steve placed Bucky's his metal arm in a large rusted machine keeping it pinned
So now, we wait.
AN: I hope you enjoyed the chapter!