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Make You Feel My Love
~Book IV~

Disclaimer: I do not own Civil War or any other Marvel characters in this story. All I own is the story I've come up with and my own characters.

Chapter 15

"Bucky's getting interrogated now," said Sharon with a sigh.

"He didn't do it," argued Steve.

"Maybe not, but there are some pretty good pictures of him by the van, with the bomb," sighed Sharon before pulling out another piece of paper.

It was a fuzzy, pixelated picture of Bucky taken from a security camera from a building opposite of the one that had been bombed. It was clearly Bucky, yet there was something off about it.

"Okay, fine," began Maria. "It looks like Bucky, but come on. We found him in Bucharest only an hour or two after this picture was taken. How did he, a man without a private jet, get from Vienna to Bucharest that fast?"

Sharon looked down at the table in front of her, "You think I haven't thought of that? It's like my superiors are hellbent on getting Bucky behind bars."

"The same reason they want Wanda behind bars… Because he's a danger to society," thought Steve aloud.

"Something like that, yeah," sighed Sharon.

Steve suddenly furrowed his brow, "Was this photo released to the public? Was this how you got all those calls from people who thought they'd seen him?"

"Yeah."

"Why would the task force even begin to release this photo to the public?" asked Steve.

"Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?" suggested Sharon, unsure of where Steve was going with this.

"Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken…"

"It got 7 million people looking for the Winter Soldier."

"Yeah, but someone framed him for this… How else can he be in two places at once?" asked Maria.

"Guys, come on, we looked for the guy for 2 years and found nothing," said Sam. "Who cares, we finally found him!"

"He didn't bomb the UN," said Steve, agreeing with Maria. "That turns a lot of heads."

"Besides, he told us he didn't. And he looked rather sincere when he said so," added Maria.

"So? That doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would," said Sharon, looking over at a nearby TV.

"Exactly," said Steve. "Who's down there with him now?"

"Just some guy sent to evaluate his psyche," said Sharon before looking around, pressing a button located in the middle of the table, turning on a screen showing Bucky in his cell with a desk and a chair in front of him holding a man who was indeed interrogating him.

They watched and listened for a while and although the interviewer seemed innocent, he was not really evaluating Bucky the way Maria had thought he would.

"Tell me, Bucky, you've seen a great deal, haven't you?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You feel that… if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry. We only have to talk about one."

"What is that?"

Maria leaned in, narrowing her eyes as she tried to get a closer look at the small, red book the man had just taken out of his pocket. The way Bucky's face suddenly turned into one filled with fear made Maria tense up, the pain in her abdomen worsening as well.

A sudden muffled explosion rattled the glass walls of the office they were in before all the lights went off, including the TV screen Maria had been watching. Quickly, Steve stood up, placing an arm around Maria's waist out of protectiveness, keeping her close to him. She looked up at him with a sheepish look on her face, quietly asking her why he was protecting her when she was an Avenger like him. The look he gave in return was filled with emotions and worry, telling Maria just what she had been fearing from the beginning. He was worried about her due to her condition. Now, things might escalate from that worry until he lost his focus on the things at hand, something Maria did not want to happen. Carefully, she backed away from his grip, shaking her head at him.

A couple of agents entered the room, their gazes immediately locking with Sharon's.

"Stark's located the explosion. It's from Sub-level 5, east wing," said one of the agents.

"Okay, take your men and go there," said Sharon, standing up from her chair before looking over at the three Avengers. "You wanted a distraction… Well, you've got one now."

Without hesitating, Maria, Steve and Sam ran out of the office, leaving Sharon behind. They were on their way to Bucky, ready to bust him out and make a run for it. All Maria hoped was that things would go as smoothly as their plan seemed to be going, and that there wouldn't be any setbacks.

Boy would she be proved wrong.

As they ran down the stairs, they were met with even more chaos. Agents lay everywhere, either unconscious or in a critical state, all over the corridor leading to where Sharon said they were keeping Bucky. The steel door leading into the room, was broken in half and had literally been torn down by someone. Maria stepped in carefully behind Steve, coming face to face with yet another room filled with downed agents. The glass cage Bucky was kept in lay half broken in the middle of the room, and there was no sight of Bucky.

"Oh no…" breathed Maria.

"He wouldn't – He wouldn't do this. Not Bucky," breathed Steve, clearly upset about what he saw his best friend since childhood had done.

Maria placed a soothing hand on his arm.

"Maybe the Winter Soldier did," thought Sam aloud, glancing at Steve.

"The little red book?" asked Steve.

"Huh?" asked Maria, not following their train of thought.

Steve was about to answer, when they heard someone moaning in pain behind them. There, the interviewer who had pulled out the little red book was lying on the ground, muttering something under his breath as though he was in pain. Though Maria had seen pain before; true pain that she had been the cause of, and that was not someone in pain.

Steve stomped over to the man, clearly seeing the same thing as Maria, before lifting him up against the wall by the neck of his shirt.

"Who are you?" growled Steve menacingly, causing a slight tingle to appear in the pit of Maria's stomach to which she blushed. "What do you want?"

The man, who had been acting as though he was in pain, suddenly smirked, his act gone, "To see an empire fall."

The man's eyes lift up to look at something behind Maria. The shout of Sam calling Maria's name was heard, and before she could even react, something hard slammed against her head, knocking her out cold before she even hit the ground.

Pain reverberated through her stomach as she lay in darkness. She recognized this place as the same place she had visited when Wanda had gotten inside her head. A lamp turned on a few feet away from her, illuminating the floor. Groaning in pain, she crawled over to the light as though it was going to help her awaken again; as though it was the source of life. Though just as her fingertips were about to touch the light the lamp cast down on the floor, the lamp turned off with a small smash, casting some fireworks into the room. And before Maria knew it, she had fallen into a memory of her own.

Fireworks were heard outside. It was New Year's Eve. The clock sat above the kitchen table read 00:01 and although fireworks were lightening up the sky outside, filling the city with joy, there was no joy inside of Maria's house.

Maria, around the age of ten or younger, was sat at the kitchen table, her shaking hands holding a piece of paper. She felt some invisible force grab a hold of her stomach and throat, squeezing it until it physically hurt. Her world was falling apart around her, the floor on which she stood would soon be gone. The letter she was holding in her hands was telling her this – at least, it was telling her mother this. Maria had found the letter on the table earlier on when she had gone to the window to look at the fireworks. She had no friends to celebrate New Year's Eve with, nor did she, as far as she knew, have any relatives to celebrate it with. She was alone, as she always was during the holidays and all the other days during the year. She had an early shift at one of the more shady bars downtown the next morning, and she should be in bed, though she felt glued to that chair, staring at the letter.

They were being evicted.

Maria had not known she needed to pay rent. She had missed that part. Her mother was in no condition, as she had not been for the past couple of months, to pay any attention to things as important as rent, which was the reason for why Maria had tried to pay the bills that just kept coming in with whatever money she as a ten year old could scrape together. The shady people she met would not help her with this problem, she knew this, and so, she was doomed.

Her mother called out for her from the living room, causing the shaking Maria to finally let go of the letter. She walked over to the doorway, staring at the filthy couch where her mother lay half unconscious.

"Yes mother?"

"… come…"

Softly and carefully, she padded through the living room, careful not to step on any strange substances of needles.

"Give me that…"

Maria stopped, staring at what her mother was pointing at. It was clear, due to the blood-shot eyes her mother was staring through, that she had already had enough. Though she still wanted more. More would be dangerous.

"Mother? We're… We're being evicted," said Maria.

For a while, her mother's eyes seemed to sober up. She looked at Maria with widened eyes before the glazed over look came back again.

"Give it to me."

Her mother's harsh voice and dismissal for either of their well-being angered Maria. She had never really felt anger towards her mother before, always fear or pity. Though now, now that her world be turned upside down completely, now that she might have to live on the streets and her own mother did not care – anger was all Maria could feel.

She grabbed the black bag filled with more of the substances that made her mother sleep for hours without taking out the amounts that Maria knew would make sure her mother did not awaken. Her anger did either make her forget to do this, or make her want to do it. Though she was not sure. All she knew was, when her shaking petit hands handed over the black bag to her mother, she felt relieved.

"Maria!?"

Turning away from her mother, she entered the dark hallway leading to her bedroom, determined to finally get some rest. During the night, as she lay asleep, her mother began to shake terribly, before her heart gave in and her last breath left her lungs. Maria never made it to her early shift the following morning…

"Maria!?"

With a jolt, Maria awoke from her unconsciousness, staring up at the dark eyes of Sam.

"Sam? Wha-What happened?" she asked, her feeling her head thud with each heartbeat.

"Bucky attacked. He's crazy," explained Sam.

"It's not Bucky…" defended Maria silently as Sam helped her to stand up. With a groan, she placed a hand against the part of her head that had been hit by something solid, though she soon found the faint feeling of coolness overtake the pain as she healed. "Where's Steve?"

"I don't know. I was knocked out too," sighed Sam. "That other dude's gone."

"Great… Well, our plan's changed," she sighed, earning a nod from Sam as he continued to listen to her orders. "Finding Steve is our priority. Then… We gotta get Bucky to stop. No matter what it takes."

"And get him out of here. Who knows what they'll do to him after all of… this," added Sam.

"Agreed. Let's go."