"Steve, please!" Natasha Romanoff pleaded with her friend. "We're not going to hurt him!" She protested.
"And how can I be sure of that?" He shot back, suspicion written in his sharp blue eyes.
"One time, not too long ago, you said you would trust me with your life. How is this any different?" Natasha said, softly, but not so quiet that her friend couldn't hear her.
"Nat..." Steve Rogers said, his voice trailing off as it broke.
Natasha paused for a second to knock out a hostile who had come up behind her. One fist was all it took to make the tan canvas clothed soldier out for the count.
She knew why Steve Rogers was so protective of Bucky Barnes. Steve had his whole life ripped away from him, and he could never get it back. The person who he loved was now resting in an old folk's home, about to be lain to rest. His best friend died when he was in the war, or so he thought. Seeing Bucky against him just about broke Steve. Bucky was his best friend, and he had been tortured and brainwashed into submission by Hydra. Bucky was the only fragment out of a mirror of shards that remained. The only part of Steve's old life that he has left. And he wasn't going to let anyone take that away from him.
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Clint Barton was on the roof, watching Captain Steve Rogers's back while he had a formal talk with Natasha Romanoff. He tried to listen in on their conversation, but Steve and Natasha both removed their black earpieces. Clint knew because he was watching and was cussing Steve for being so ignorant. But he knew Steve wouldn't do it for no good reason. He had a plan. For now, it was just to keep everyone from getting seriously hurt. Clint finally understood what the plan was when Bucky arrived. He dropped down out of a helicopter, while a flurry of movement was already being made to stop the formerly-known Winter Soldier.
Natasha quickly glanced up at Bucky, said something quickly to Steve, and took off running in the opposite direction that the fighting was at. She then turned around and looked directly at me. Her sharp green gaze held calmly against my steel blue. Her eyes then uncharacteristically broke contact with mine, and slid directly to my right.
"Agent Tucker! I said stand down!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, still looking to my right. I was too busy to think about what she said, however, because all hostile were swarming Steve, and I knew he needed help. I grabbed my tranquilizer darts and started shooting. I soon realized that they were not getting the job done. As soon as I was shooting them, they were getting right back up. 'Sorry, Cap' I thought as I started shooting to kill. Just then, my hand was hit and I lost my target while mistakenly fired. I fearfully looked where the arrow was heading.
Straight.
For.
Bucky.
I closed my eyes.
"I'm so, so sorry Steve,"
Everyone heard the noise. No one could forget it. It was imprinted in their brains. I opened my eyes. It was not the sound of an arrow being shot through Bucky Barnes's heart.
It was through Natasha Romanoff's.