"Cap Bucky's awake!" Percy called to the super soldier. Steve pushed himself off the wall and walked over to look at Bucky, who's metal arm was stuck between two pieces of metal. Bucky looked up at him.
"Steve." He said in a hesitant tone.
"Which Bucky are we talking to?" Steve asked, his tone slightly hostile. Bucky gave a small, inaudible sigh and spoke again.
"Your mom's name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." He said, laughing at the end. Percy looked at Steve, raising an eyebrow.
"When was this?" He asked, his voice joking. Sam watched as Steve studied Bucky for a moment before his voice softened.
"Can't read that in a museum." He chuckled. Sam raised an eyebrow at him.
"And just like that we're cool?" He asked, bewildered. Percy grinned and shook his head at him. Steve rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Bucky.
"What did I do?" Bucky asked, holding his breath.
"Enough." Percy answered before Steve could, figuring telling him would just make it worse. Bucky closed his eyes and his voice became rough.
"I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do is say the goddamn words." He said, staring at the ground.
"That man, the interrogator, who was he?" Percy asked, taking over.
"I don't know." Buck said, shaking his head. Percy drew in a breath, trying to stay calm.
"People are dead. The bombing. The set up. The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than "I don't know."" The demigod said. Steve raised an eyebrow at him and Sam stared, gaping at him. He thought this kid was a teenager, not a soldier. Then he remembered the stories Percy told him that night Steve brought him to group. Still, it was hard for him to believe that this lovable idiot had been through two wars and was now interrogating the person who had killed so many people, without so much as fear in his eyes. Bucky looked at the kid in front of him, staring down with green eyes blazing with determination.
"He wanted to know exactly where I was kept. In Siberia." Bucky answered, his voice slightly confused.
"Why would he want to know that?" Sam and Steve ask in unison and Percy grins at them before turning back to the other super soldier.
"Because I am not the only Winter Soldier." Bucky continues the conversation while seeing the memories.
"Who were they?" Steve asked.
"The most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in the HYDRA history. And that was before the serum." Bucky said, his eyes flashing.
"Did they all turn out like you?" Sam asked curiously.
"Worse." Bucky said. "Much worse."
"That doctor, will he be able to control them?" Steve cut in.
"Enough." Buck answered, repeating what Percy had said to him just moments ago.
"He said he wanted to see an empire fall." Percy spoke with a light questioning tone.
"With these guys he can do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They can take a whole country down in 1 night. You'd never see them coming." Percy cursed softly in ancient greek as he pulled Sam and Steve to the side.
"This would be a lot easier if…" Sam started, but got cut of by Steve.
"If we could call Tony?" He asked, with a pained chuckle.
"He won't believe us." Sam shook his head.
"Even if he did. Who knows if the Accords will let him help. We're on our own." Percy said. He twirled his pen in his fingers nervously. Sam sighed.
"Maybe not. I know a guy." He said slowly, as if he was going to regret this.
"Oh is it that guy who messed with your suit? Didn't he beat your butt?" Percy smirked at the look of embarrassment on Sam's face as he looked anywhere but Steve.
"Maybe." He answered, shaking his head at the teen. Percy grinned.
"Onward!" He called cheerfully, walking towards Bucky to help him get out.