Alright, new chapter :). This one kind of parallels CATWS, but the dialogue is different and there are explosives instead of computer chips if you hadn't figured that out. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: As many of you know, I am not a millionaire. By that statement, you can assume that I don't own Captain America
Blowing up the first carrier was easy. The second one, not so much.
When Steve finally found a way into the carrier, he had fought twelve HYDRA agents and one worker that had no idea how to use a gun. Steve took care of them all fairly easily, but it was strange due to the fact that the first carrier simply had no security.
As Steve fought to catch his breath after making his way into the carrier, another HYDRA agent had a different opinion.
He snuck up behind Steve and grabbed him in a chokehold behind his back.
Steve struggled to get a grip on the agent's arm as the air was slowly being used up.
He finally got a hold and threw the agent over his shoulders with all his might. The man clattered to the floor and lay still.
Steve walked down another corridor, trying to remember which way the control panel was and trying to avoid the fact that he was essentially lost in an enemy carrier about to take off and kill millions of innocent people. No pressure.
He was making his way down yet another winding hallway when he heard the second carrier blow.
"About time, Natasha," he said under his breath. Screams filled the hangar outside and more alarms started to blare, sending the entire building into panic.
Steve turned down one more hallway and was faced with the walkway that led him to the computer chips. He marched down the walkway, the metal creaking under his boots as he stopped to pull out the explosives.
Something shuddered beneath him and Steve lost his balance, falling to the floor, the explosives skittering out of his reach. As he stood up and regained his composure, he noticed the ground beneath the glass floor of the carrier was slowly getting smaller.
The carrier was in flight. Not part of the plan.
Steve rushed to grab the explosives before the carrier got any higher. He stuck the small device to the computer panel and set the timer for five minutes, giving himself some time to find some way out of the flying death trap.
He had just finished setting the timer when he turned around to leave and his breath caught in his throat. Standing opposite him on the walkway, his arm gleaming in the small amount of sunlight that seeped through the tainted windows, stood Bucky.
His eyes were cold and unyielding, as if Steve were just a painted target. That's probably what he looked like.
"Bucky, people are going to die. I can't let that happen. Please, let me through. I can help you," Steve said, finally forcing himself to say something.
Bucky remained unmoving, his eyes slowly looking over Steve, as if he was mapping out all the weak points.
"Please don't make me do this," Steve pleaded. Bucky was in there somewhere. He was, and Steve knew it.
Bucky had remembered him just a few days ago. He would not forget again.
Seeing that Bucky would not move, in one swift motion, Steve pulled his shield off his hand and flung it at Bucky.
He quickly dodged and blocked the shield with his metal arm, sending the piece of metal back at Steve just in time for him to dodge Bucky's volley of bullets. He continued to dodge, slowly advancing towards the doorway.
When one of Bucky's bullets finally scraped Steve's side, he was unprepared and let out a shriek of pain. However, using Bucky's momentary satisfaction against him, Steve drew back and hit out with his shield, sending Bucky flying back, almost in the doorway now.
He leapt back up, a knife clenched in his metal fist, and charged, forcing Steve back further.
It took all of Steve's strength to keep the knife away from his throat as the metal plates in Bucky's arm moved up and down in a snakelike motion, drawing more power.
Steve was finally able to kick out and ducked under his shield as Bucky hammered his fist down, a loud ringing emanating from his shield afterwards.
They were now fighting back where the explosives were, the timer now reading
3:57. Steve did a double take, to make sure that he was right, and didn't see Bucky coming from in front of him, barreling down on his friend like a train. He forced Steve over the railing and they both fell to the glass floor below.
Flashback.
"How was it?" Bucky asked quietly.
Steve walked a little bit slower and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Alright. She's next to dad," he replied solemnly.
"I could've given you a ride there."
"I know. Some things you just need to do on your own," Steve replied, rummaging through his pockets to find his keys. "I know what you're going to say next."
"C'mon. We could put up the couch cushions like when we were kids. All you'd have to do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash," Bucky replied in a light tone, kicking away a brick and picking up the key.
When he pressed it into Steve's hand, his hand was slightly shaking.
"Thanks, Buck. But I can get by on my own," Steve said and grasped the key.
Bucky sighed, hoping there was some way to make his friend understand. "But you don't have to. You'll never have to." Steve looked to Bucky with a questioning look as Bucky raised a hand and clapped Steve's shoulder.
"I'm with you until the end of the line, pal."
"You're a punk," Steve said and smiled, turning the key into the lock.
"Well, at least I'm not a jerk," Bucky replied and gave a small laugh.
End Flashback
In the short three seconds it took Steve to fall down the the glass floor below, he realized why his life with Peggy had never seemed whole, never complete.
Bucky wasn't in it. His best friend, his brother, they had missed their whole lives together because Steve had failed to save him.
Now, as Steve looked at Bucky in a different light, his gray eyes hardened with malice, Steve vowed to save his friend, no matter what the cost would be.
As always, please feel free to leave a review and I hope to have the next chapter up over the weekend or next Monday.