Author's Note
Chapter 2 of 6 posted today.
Hi again!
So, yes, I'm going to post the remaining chapters of When You Fall, all today. It turned out to be fourteen chapters, plus an epilogue. I hope you guys have plenty of time to read all this because it's going to be one heck of an adventure.
Go onward and enjoy!
Hail Hydra
::I don't like this plan,:: Sideswipe says, voice coming from the comm nestled in Ari's ear instead of over the bond.
::We know that, Sideswipe,:: Optimus replies, exasperation and frustration starting to color even his endless patience. ::You have said so five times already.::
::But why do they have to go in without us?::
"It's the same reason you couldn't go with Loki and me into KSI," Ari mutters, the helmet of the guard uniform she wears hiding her face and muffling her voice enough to keep anyone from overhearing. "You're too big and your holoform is too obvious."
::Loki could have magicked me a uniform, too. Or we could have taken another council member.::
Ari suppresses a sigh, keeping pace with the group in front of her. Bucky and Loki are a couple paces to her left and right, also dressed as guards. Three other actual guards walk at the front of the group, and then between them are all twelve members of the World Security Council.
In the flesh, all of them together—in person—for the first time in the past decade.
Well, almost all of them.
::No,:: Sam shoots down. ::I've kidnapped more people than I thought I would hanging with you lot, and that British lady was hard enough. I think her elbow bruised my gut.::
The British member of the World Security Council—Casandra Hawley, as her name turns out to be—is currently in the safehouse, detained and out of the way so Natasha can take her place with the councilwoman's clothes, a wig procured by Fury, and a photostatic veil. She blends with the others effortlessly, staying in character and holding a quiet conversation with one of the other members.
::Seriously,:: Sam continues with false annoyance, the sounds of a smile edging into his voice, ::do you guys always break the law this much?::
::What, you didn't like breaking into the museum this morning?:: Steve teases.
::What if the guards get in trouble for losing your old World War II uniform?::
::I'll give it back and explain. I couldn't exactly go into this battle without any protection.::
::Going into battle naked isn't fun,:: Bruce replies wryly, ::even if you're me. Trust me on that.::
"Guys, focus," Ari chides softly. "We're approaching the front doors of the Triskelion."
It feels like walking into the lion's den. But hopefully there aren't just lions in here.
Galloway greets them in the lobby, dark eyes gleaming behind his glasses and holding himself with more confidence than Ari has ever seen him with before. He's supposed to work for the World Security Council. And yet she can tell he's barely holding back a sneer of superiority.
Just how far up the food chain of Hydra is he? And does the Council know it?
"Hello, everyone," Galloway says cheerily with a clap of his hands and a broad grin. It all looks so wrong on him. "Welcome to the Triskelion. It's nice to see you all face to face for the first time."
"We certainly don't make a habit of it," the Chinese councilman says, hands clasped behind his back. "And I'd rather not stay any longer than I have to. Gathering like this is always risky."
"But well worth it," the American member says—Councilman Malick—his toothy smile reminding Ari of a shark, "considering what we're about to witness."
He's Hydra, definitely. She doesn't know about the other councilmembers, but she doesn't have to look at the AllSpark to know this guy is. She's never liked him—which might make her biased—but he has the same barely-suppressed glee that Galloway has. He knows what's going on.
"Before we begin, everyone needs to put on a badge." An agent comes up behind Galloway carrying a briefcase filled with several small pins. "This facility is biometrically controlled, and these will give you unrestricted access."
He passes out one to each councilmember and then motions for the agent to leave. Natasha stops him before he can even close the case, "Our guards will need them as well."
Galloway forces a charming smile, chuckling ruefully. "I'm sorry, councilwoman, but your guards are going to have to wait here in the lobby."
"That's not happening," Councilman Bernard pitches in, a bald man with a distinct French accent. "They are here for our protection, should anything go wrong."
"I assure you, you are all perfectly safe here at the Triskelion."
"Can you really guarantee that with all of the Avengers, N.E.S.T., and the Autobots on the loose?" Natasha asks, so full of disapproval it's hard to remember she's actually Natasha and not actually Hawley. "You said you had them under control and yet they are still running around causing upset wherever they go. Who's to say they won't come after us in some sort of revenge? Fugitives are always so unpredictable."
"If they show up here, our agents will handle it."
"That's not good enough," Bernard cuts in, waving the agent with the briefcase over and taking the pins himself. "Our guards come with us and that's final."
Galloway takes a small breath, forcing calm and complacency. "Very well. Then if everyone is ready, just follow me, and we can go up to the council room to view the launch."
The elevator is a tight fit, barely containing them all, but the elevator ride is thankfully short. They spill out onto a floor a few moments later, Galloway leading them down the hall to a room Ari recognizes. The room where she first stepped into her role as Autobot Ambassador, right after Egypt.
It looks the same, even after several years. Wall made up of windows directly across from the door, a computer and glass board to their right, and in the center of the room a circle of chairs for each of the councilmembers. Except the holographic displays aren't needed now. Instead, the councilmembers sit in their designated chairs, probably the first use those chairs have actually ever seen.
The other guards take up stations around the room, so Ari, Loki, and Bucky follow suit, trying to take the best vantage points the room has to offer.
Ari finds a place as close to Galloway as possible, where he stands at the computer entering in commands to open up a comm link. "Transformer control, this is Triskelion command," he speaks clearly, glancing at the Council in victory. "You are clear to initiate."
"Copy, Triskelion command," someone replies, the operator's voice filling the room like they're at NASA waiting to launch a spaceship. "Standby for countdown."
Ari bites her lip, struggling to stay still. The others should be in the building by now, Steve leading them towards the Triskelion's control room. Once they have control of the building, they'll be able to make it into the lower levels where the Transformers are being kept. Transformer control should be down there as well. If they can make it there, they can stop the launch and end this before it's too late.
But where are they?
"I know the road hasn't exactly been smooth," Galloway walks over to a side table, pouring champagne into several glasses and beginning to pass them out, "and some of you would have gladly kicked me out of the car along the way."
Chuckles ripple around the circle of councilmembers, holding their glasses high as Galloway does the same. "Finally we're here, and the world should be grateful."
Ari's stomach drops. They're all Hydra? Or is he speaking of the ruse to use the Transformers as protectors of the world? They can't risk turning their backs on anyone in this building, but she was hoping to find out at least some of the members of the World Security Council aren't Hydra.
Static crackles in the air as the Triskelion comm system comes to life. Galloway pauses with the champagne glass halfway to his lips, looking up at the ceiling curiously.
Looks like this is not part of the day's schedule.
"Attention, all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents," a familiar voice echoes through the speakers, transmitting throughout the entire building. "This is Steve Rogers. You've heard a lot about me over the last few days. And the Avengers and N.E.S.T. and the Autobots, too. Some of you were even ordered to hunt us down. I think it's time you know the truth.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what we thought it was, it's been taken over by Hydra. Theodore Galloway is one of them. The Strike and Transformer crew are Hydra as well. I don't know how many more, but I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want: absolute control. They shot Nick Fury and it won't end there. If you launch those Transformers today, Hydra will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way, unless we stop them."
He takes a breath and when he speaks again he's regretful. Regretful, but resolute. "I know I'm asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high, it always has been, and it's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one, then so be it. But I'm willing to bet I'm not."
"Did he practice that speech?" Sideswipe asks over the bond, unable to hide his amusement.
"I don't know," Ari replies, pressing her lips together to stifle her laughter. It's a good thing this helmet covers her face. "It did sound like he practiced in front of a mirror, doesn't it?"
There's a moment of silence as Cap's words truly sink in. That Hydra is alive and right here. Ari worries for a second that no one will believe the words of a fugitive, not even when it's Captain America, but then the room erupts into chaos.
The Indian member—Councilman Singh—rounds on Galloway, shaking with fury. "You smug son of a-"
"Now, now," Galloway interrupts, straightening his tie with a sly smirk. "No need to be rude."
"What have you done?" Bernard asks, clear lines being drawn as the Council leap to their feet in outrage. Most of them seem incredulous, shouting questions in disbelief and anger, but three of them move to Galloway's side in solidarity. Including Malick. They also stand slightly behind Galloway, confirming her suspicions.
Galloway is the head of Hydra. He's behind everything.
"Don't just stand there," Singh shouts at the guards, stabbing a finger towards the traitors. "Arrest them."
Ari stiffens, waiting to see how this plays out. It doesn't really surprise her when the guards instead point their guns at the remaining councilmembers, showing their allegiance to Hydra.
How far does this spread? Is most everyone S.H.I.E.L.D., or Hydra? Is it an even mix, or are they seriously outnumbered here?
Ari, Bucky, and Loki point their guns at the group as well, having no choice but to play along. Natasha is in the line of fire with the other members, but she's the one who will tell them when it's time to move.
Galloway clasps his hands behind his back, seeming to have grown ten times his size as he finally gets to show the power and control he's always had over everyone. "I guess I've got the floor."
::We've got control of the elevators,:: Steve announces in her ear comm. ::Descending to the Transformer level.::
"Let me ask you a question," Galloway says conversationally, picking up the champagne bottle and approaching the councilmembers like a lion before gazelle. "What if Pakistan marched into Mumbai tomorrow, and you knew that they were going to drag your daughters into a soccer stadium for execution?" He tilts the champagne glass still in Singh's hand towards himself, refilling it like he's expecting him to join in the celebration. "And you could just stop it with a flick of a switch. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you all?"
Singh's face twists in a snarl, tossing the glass aside in a shatter of defiance. "Not if it was your switch."
"Very well, then." One of the guards hands Galloway his handgun.
But before he can use it, Natasha moves.
She kicks Singh out of harm's way, spinning to take out the guard before snatching the gun out of Galloway's hand.
Finally.
Ari swivels with her own gun, Loki and Bucky doing the same. Together, they take out the other guards in the room before pointing their weapons at the remaining Hydra members.
Natasha takes off her veil and wig with a satisfied smirk, pointing the gun she took at Galloway's head. "I'm sorry. Did I step on your moment?"
With a snap of Loki's fingers, the guard uniforms him, Ari, and Bucky wear disappear, the badges Galloway had them put on clinking to the floor. Loki's in his Asgardian armor, Bucky a leather tactical suit Fury provided, and Ari her N.E.S.T. uniform.
Ari rotates her shoulders, stepping up to take Natasha's place covering the Hydra members while the spy moves to the computer. Clint's right, those helmets are ridiculously small, even magic ones. She's glad to be rid of it. And this means they're half-way home.
"You came." Bernard says, bewildered.
Ari looks over her shoulder at the Council, brow furrowing at their surprise. "Of course I came. The Autobots and N.E.S.T. are here, too. Plus all the Avengers, of course."
"But why?" Singh asks, shaking his head. "We ordered you captured. We ordered the Autobots to leave Earth. We hunted you. Why help us now?'
"We didn't come to save you. We didn't even come to save S.H.I.E.L.D." She nods towards the windows. At everything beyond them and everything that's at stake. "Those people out there, they don't know what's going on here. They have no idea the kind of danger they're in. You don't either, but we're doing this for them. Because they need us to."
"You don't know what those people need," Galloway spits out, taking a step forward before the clicks of their guns stop him. "They want to be controlled. They need someone to put order in place so that chaos doesn't spread across the globe."
"That ain't order you're wanting to give them," Bucky growls, pressing the barrel of his gun against Galloways head. "That's mass murder."
"It's how you used to see it, soldat," Galloway says, the Russian word for soldier flowing easily off of his tongue. His eyes zero in on Bucky, concentrating on him like he's trying to break Bucky down with the power of his mind. "And you'll see it that way again. Zhelaniye."
Ari stiffens, not liking the predatory look in Galloway's eyes. And why the frag did he just say "longing" in Russian?
"Rzhavyy."
Rusted.
"No," Bucky whispers, horror making his face turn white, like he's seen a ghost. Or a memory.
"Semnadtsat'."
Seventeen.
"Bucky, what's going on?" Ari asks, not taking her eyes off Galloway. Should she shoot him? Is he doing something bad?
"I...I know those words," Bucky whimpers, sounding terrified and Ari can't figure out why.
"Rassvet."
Daybreak.
"It's okay, Barnes," Loki soothes, placing a calming hand on Bucky's shoulder while staring daggers at Galloway. "Those words cannot harm you anymore."
Galloway frowns but persists. "Pech'. Devyat'."
Furnace. Nine.
"What are they?" Ari asks, glancing back and forth between Bucky and Galloway. Bucky shakes his head back and forth, gun drooping in his hands, and she's seriously thinking about shooting Galloway right now to make him shut up.
But how could a few simple words scare Bucky this much?
"Dobroserdechnyy. Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu."
Benign. Homecoming.
"They're trigger words Hydra implanted into Bucky's brainwashing," Loki explains coldly. "For if he ever got out of their control."
"Odin."
One.
"It's a technique perfected by their Russian members. State the words in a specific order, and they'll return him to a state of total compliance."
"Gruzovoy vagon."
Freight car.
There's a moment of tense silence as they all just stare at each other, Galloway grinning and Bucky practically shaking.
"Dobroye utro, soldat."
Good morning, soldier.
Natasha has her gun in her hand, aimed at Bucky, but he just stares blinking at them all. Before frowning in confusion. "I...I'm okay?"
Galloway jerks back, obviously expecting a different response. "What? That's impossible!"
"No, it's not," Loki growls with a shark-like grin. "I took the control words out of him whenever I returned him to his right mind. All traces of brainwashing are completely gone. And unless you want a taste of what your so-called control is like," Loki raises his hand, tendrils of green magic swirling around his fingers, "I suggest you remain silent."
Galloway's jaw clenches but he nods, holding back the scathing retort she can see burning in his eyes.
Ari has a scathing retort of her own—or perhaps she'll just strangle him, it could go either way—but instead she focuses on Bucky, rubbing her hand up and down his back. He's still shaking slightly, staring with rounded eyes at Galloway like he's expecting the words to kick in at any moment and to lose himself again.
"It's okay, Bucky," she whispers to him, continuing to offer him comfort as he gradually calms down. "He can't hurt you anymore."
"R-Right," Bucky stammers, holding his gun more firmly in his hands again as the reality that he's still himself sinks in. "I'm alright."
"You good?" Natasha checks.
"Yeah," he nods, leveling his gun at the Hydra members again. "Keep going."
Natasha nods back, returning her attention to the computer while Ari raises her hand to her ear comm. "What's your status, guys?" Ari asks, ready for all this to be over.
::We're almost to Transformer control,:: Steve replies, sounding nervous. ::Haven't met any opposition yet. It's quiet down here.::
::Too quiet,:: Rob mutters.
::Hey, Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?:: Sam asks, genuinely curious.
::If they're shooting at you, they're bad.::
Yeah, that makes sense.
::Almost ther-crap!:: Sam gets cut off and Ari's heart lunges into her throat. ::Hey, Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about.::
"You guys okay?" Ari asks, viciously chewing on her lip.
::Well, we're not dead yet. This is just going to take a bit longer.::
"Let us know when you're in, and stay safe."
::Will do.::
"What are you doing?" Singh asks, staring at Natasha curiously.
"She's disabling security protocols," Galloway answers for her, "and dumping all the secrets onto the internet."
"Including Hydra's," Natasha adds pointedly.
"And S.H.I.E.L.D.'s," he shoots back, arching a brow when Natasha doesn't even spare him a glance, taking it to be trepidation. "If you do this, none of your past is going to remain hidden. Are you sure you're ready for the world to see you as you really are?"
Natasha gazes at him resolute, like a patriot standing in front of the firing squad. "Are you?"
It's like playing chicken, the way they stare at each other. Seeing who will back down first. Galloway's mouth screws up, and he pulls at one last straw. "Disabling the encryption is an executive order. It takes two Alpha Level members."
"Don't worry," Ari says with a pleased smile, watching out the windows as a helicopter comes in to land on the rooftop on the other side of the glass. "Company's coming."
Fury climbs out of the helicopter, Lina right behind him as the copter powers down. Fury's steps are tender but sure, too stubborn to stay resting in bed even for his own good.
But they do kind of need him for this part, so Ari bites her tongue. Besides, that's why Lina is here, to make sure he doesn't overdo it.
A part of the window slides away to allow them inside, the Council staring at him in shock. Though if Galloway is surprised, he doesn't show it, just gives a cheeky, "Did you get my flowers?"
If Fury had two eyes, Galloway would probably be dead, his glare is so cold. "No, but I did get the bullet you sent me."
Galloway shrugs unapologetically. "You know how the game works. That's why I let you stay the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. as long as I did. You're the best and most ruthless person I've ever met."
"I do what I have to, to protect the world from people like you."
"Our enemies are your enemies, Nick—disorder, war," Galloway says, sounding so earnest, so filled with conviction. He sounds like a cult leader, giving his pitch to a potential follower. "It's just a matter of time before a dirty bomb goes off in Moscow, or an EMP fries Chicago. Diplomacy?" He slices his hand through the air. "Holding action—a band-aid. I can bring order to the lives of seven billion people by sacrificing twenty million. It's the next step, Nick, if you have the courage to take it."
Fury shakes his head, grabbing Galloway by the shoulder with his good arm. "No, I have the courage not to."
Ari follows them with her gun, keeping it pointed at Galloway's head as Fury forces him to the holographic board near the computer. Natasha already has the retinal scanner set up, Fury pushing Galloways' head down so his eye becomes level with the circle on the screen. After a moment, it dings and turns green.
"You don't think we wiped your clearance from the system?" Galloway asks, straightening with a condescending smirk.
"I know you erased my password, probably deleted my retinal scan, but if you want to stay ahead of me," Fury lifts up the eyepatch over his left eye and Ari's breath sucks in through her teeth. His eye looks dead, completely clouded over with a long white scar cutting through it. "You need to keep both eyes open."
Fury bends down, allowing the computer to scan his scarred eye.
"Alpha Level confirmed," the computer announces. "Encryption code accepted. Safeguards removed."
::We've made it to Transformer command,:: Steve says, sounding winded but okay. She hopes all of them are okay but now is not the time to ask. ::How're things up there?::
"We're almost through." Ari fishes her phone out of her pocket, bringing up the first social media site she can think of. Her brow arches, both impressed and terrified. "It's done. And already trending."
The hold Galloway had over his emotions breaks, the ugly monster finally showing underneath. His eyes go dark with murderous intent, his voice gravely like a hungry wolf. "You are going to regret this."
"No, you are," Ari replies, shoving her phone away and taking a step closer to him with her gun. Never has she wanted so badly to shoot someone, she can feel the urge shaking in her bones, but her arm remains steady. "You're going to regret messing with me and my family."
"Family?" Galloway scoffs. "They're aliens! They're freaks! But you're not entirely human anymore yourself, are you?"
"It doesn't matter who's alien and who's human! It's about doing the right thing! Do you really think killing millions of people would actually help everyone else?"
"It's the only way." He lifts his chin, staring down his nose at her. "And if we have to start all over again, then so be it."
Something clicks in his hand and before she can even think that something's wrong, there's a mechanical whirring behind her. She spins, just in time to see the pins the councilmembers were wearing finish burrowing holes in each of their chests. Their bodies hit the floor with sickening thumps, and she doesn't have to check to know they're dead.
The entire World Security Council. Gone. The guards, too, fallen to the floor all around the room. Ari, Loki, and Bucky are lucky their pins came off with their uniforms.
But Natasha….
Ari spins back around, air caught in her throat as she sees Natasha still alive and standing. But Galloway holds up the remote in his hand threateningly.
"Ah, ah, ah," he taunts, shaking his finger at them and they all still with guns pointed at him. "Unless you want a two-inch hole in your sternum, Agent Romanoff, I'd put that gun down."
None of them move, Ari tempted to call a bluff. He really wouldn't do it, would he? They'd put him down in a second.
"That was armed the moment you pinned it on," he reminds them, daring them to challenge him. And that's when Ari knows he would do it. Just to take Natasha from them.
They all lower their weapons, standing still like there's a bomb in the room.
"Much better." He saunters over to the computer, speaking into the comm, "How much longer?"
"The Transformers are online and ready to deploy," the operator confirms. "Just waiting for them to connect to the satellite array so we can assign targets."
Heavy static fills the room, followed by muffled shouting, and dread fills the pit in Ari's stomach. Galloway's brow furrows in confusion, but not worry.
He should be.
::I'm sorry,:: Will says in her ear, confirming her suspicion. ::We're too late.::
"Say again? Transformer command, do you read me?"
"Galvatron's active!" someone knew shouts over the comm, his terror spreading out to all of them. "He's not taking our commands and he's attacking the base!"
"What do you mean, not taking commands?" Galloway growls in frustration. "Just shut him down and bring up the Stingers."
"H-He's taken them over! They've all gone haywire and-"
There's a strangled scream and then the line goes dead.
"Transformer command," Galloway tries. "Transformer command, do you read me? Is anyone there?"
"No one is there anymore, Galloway," Ari mutters softly, failure sitting heavy in her chest. She was hoping to prevent this. They were so close, but in the end, it wasn't enough. "Galvatron tricked you. Megatron transferred himself from his head to Galvatron's body. You never had any control over him. You were just Megatron's puppet, and now he has what he wants. A new body and a new army."
"No," Galloway shakes his head, denial and fear warring with each other. "You lie."
The floor rumbles beneath them, rhythmic like a heartbeat. Or pounding metal fists against concrete. "Does that sound like I'm lying? They're forcing themselves to the surface. Once they do, Megatron will take the Seed and detonate it in the city."
"No…." Galloway staggers back on his feet, eyes wide and slack-jawed. "We were so close. The perfect world…."
"There won't be any world," Ari says, shaking her head. "Not unless you help us."
She can see it in his eyes, just for a moment. The understanding. The horror of what Hydra did, of what they made possible. They want to control the world. Instead, they've condemned it. He gets it and Ari thinks he might actually help them.
But then his jaw clenches, face twisting with rage and defiance and a will that declares—if I can't win, no one can.
He raises his hand, thumb poised to press the button that will end Natasha's life.
But Bucky is faster.
He raises his gun with his metal arm and fires before anyone can so much as gasp, hitting Galloway squarely in the forehead. Galloway gapes like a fish for a second before dropping to the floor, the detonator skittering across the tile.
Bucky steps up to Galloway's body, lowering his arm and staring down at him with a grim set to his mouth.
"No more," he whispers, a weight lifting off of him that he's carried for decades.
"Feel better?" Loki asks casually, like all Bucky did was pull a thorn from his foot.
Bucky takes a deep breath. "Ask me again when all this is over."
"That won't be for a while," Natasha says, tearing the pin off her blazer and crushing it under her shoe. "War is about to break out in DC."
"Then we need to find the Seed and get it out of the city," Ari says, moving to the computer and running a search to find out where the Seed ended up. "Megatron and his army should follow us, trying to get their hands on it. We lure them away from civilians and end this before another Battle of Chicago happens."
The ground shakes, harder this time, just as the computer brings up a map of the building with a flashing red dot. Finally, some good news. Galloway put a tracker on it. Ari studies the map, comparing it to the schematics of the building she memorized. Looks like it's somewhere on the ground floor.
"Alright, everyone, listen up," Ari says into her ear comm, pulling her phone back out to connect to the computer and download the tracker. "Megatron is awake and controlling the Transformers. They're making their way to the surface and are going to be swarming the city in just a few minutes. I want everyone to meet in front of the Triskelion and get ready to fight."
::Great,:: Sam grumbles. ::I didn't think I'd be fighting an alien war when I signed on with you guys either.::
::You regretting it?:: Clint asks.
::Nah. I think I'd rather be fighting this war than standing on the sidelines. It's just…you guys deal with a lot of crazy.::
::You don't know the half of it,:: Sunstreaker replies.
"It's not usually like this," Ari reassures him, her phone pinging once it finishes the download. "Sure, it'll be crazy, but not end-of-the-world proportions."
::Good to know. I think.::
"He kept it close?" Natasha asks, eying Ari's phone as she strips out of her borrowed clothes to reveal her Black Widow uniform underneath. Loki waves his hand, pulling combat boots out of whatever magical pocket dimension he was storing them in and handing them to her to quickly pull on. "Good. Saves time."
"Which we don't have a lot of so you better get going," Fury says, glancing down at his arm in the sling like he's debating on taking the sling off, but Ari shakes her head at him, punctuated by Lina placing her hands on her hips in a stubborn stance.
"You are in no condition to fight," Lina informs him, ready to manhandle him if she has to. "So don't even think it."
He sighs heavily. "Fine. We'll stay here, try to secure the building and get all the Hydra agents rounded up. You guys finish this thing."
Author's Note
I know some of you guys were looking forward to Galloway dying like the CIA dude in Age of Extinction, but it seemed important to me, somehow, that Bucky be the one to do it. That man was responsible for so much torture and heartache for Bucky. It just felt right.
So one bad guy is dealt with (sort of). Now on to the next one.
Hope you enjoyed, PLEASE REVIEW, and see you all next time!
