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James and I were walking down the street, heading towards the market. I had been feeling sick over the past few days, and James wanted to get some things to help me feel better. He had stopped to pick up some ginger and I was scanning the crowd. James had been on edge since Rumlow had shown up in our apartment. He had wanted to leave that day, but he didn't want to risk travelling when I could be getting sick. We'd done that once, and he'd rather not have me delirious on the road.
But little did we know how big of a mistake that was.
My stomach fell when I noticed the woman looking right at us. Right at me. It took a moment, since she was across the street, but the blonde hair, business suit, it all looked right. Granted, I could just be going crazy, but at the same time...I wasn't going to risk it.
"James we need to go." I murmured, turning back to him.
"What? What is it?" He looked up, scanning the area as well.
I turned back, seeing the woman, looking both ways before she started across the street. I grabbed James' hand, dragging him down the sidewalk, taking an alleyway to try and lose her. James pulled me aside once we were out of view of the street, pushing me back against the side of a building gently.
"What's going on?" He asked, his eyes practically piercing my soul.
"The blonde woman, in the suit, across the street from us?" He nodded, having scanned the crowd as well. "I think that was my sister."
The next day, James left early, heading out to run some errands while I stayed in the apartment. He didn't want me going out because I had been sick again that morning, and there was the chance my sister would see me again, which would only cause trouble for both of us. Trouble we didn't need.
I groaned, rolling out of bed. James had practically spoon fed me plain oatmeal earlier, wanting to make sure I at least ate something. He'd been getting more and more protective of me after what happened with Rumlow. He hardly left me alone, this morning being an exception.
I went to the bathroom, grabbing the package I had stashed under the sink. I had been having feelings lately, and I just wanted to make sure everything was normal. Except nothing was normal. Nothing could ever be normal.
I wasn't sure how long I sat on the toilet crying. I wasn't even really sure why I was crying. Was I happy? Sad? Worried? Disappointed? All of the above? I finally blew my nose with some toilet paper, washing my face with cold water before stepping out of the bathroom, only to nearly scream.
Captain America was standing in our apartment.
How did he know where we were? How long had he known? Did he know about...How did he get in? And most important: why was he here?
I inhaled sharply, moving to take a step back when a figure moved partially in front of me, reaching back to take my hand in his flesh one. Captain Rogers said something, probably into a comm, before he turned around, facing us. He had one of James' journals in his hand. The one James had been writing about him in.
"Do you know me?" He asked James. "You're Steve. I read about you in a museum."
Captain Rogers set the notebook down on the counter, taking a half a step forward. "I know you're nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be." He glanced at me for a second as I shifted further behind James. "But you're lying."
"I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore."
"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."
"That's smart. Good strategy." I squeezed James' hand tighter and he shifted slightly. I could hear them running up the stairs.
"This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck." Captain Rogers said as James moved into a position I knew well. Something he'd practiced for moments just like this.
"It always ends in a fight." James said, pulling the glove off his metal hand.
Captain Rogers looked to his right for a moment, before looking back at James. "You pulled me from the river. Why?"
"I don't know." James said, looking up at him.
"Yes you do."
Suddenly one window shattered, a stun grenade being thrown in. Captain Rogers hit it with his shield, sending it against the wall. Another flew in, James kicking it towards Captain Rogers who covered it with his shield. There was a bang against the door, and James pulled me down, shielding me with his body, holding the mattress up as a third stun grenade came through the window. He straightened up, pushing me towards Captain Rogers before throwing the table towards the door, blocking them for the moment.
Two men came crashing through the windows, James hitting one in the face, the other pointing his gun directly at James. I ducked down as Captain Rogers pulled the rug out from under him, his bullets hitting the wall and the ceiling. A third came crashing through the door, Captain Rogers disarming him, James kicking him out the door. James grabbed me, pulling me towards the door, but he was stopped by Captain Rogers.
"Buck, stop!" James pushed me down behind him. "You're going to kill someone."
James shoved Captain Rogers to the floor, punching through the floorboards with his metal hand. "I'm not going to kill anyone." James shoved the backpack at me as a third man came through the window.
I ducked down beside the fridge, covering my head as Captain Rogers blocked the bullets with his shield. Another man shot through the window in the kitchen, James throwing Captain Rogers against him, before sending him out the window. James blocked the other man's shots with his hand, sending the man's head through the shelf on the wall. He got up, and James grabbed the cinderblock, throwing the man through the table against the door.
I got up, grabbing his hand. He turned as three gunshots sounded against the door. He walked to the door, punching through with his left hand, sending the door flying against the guards behind it. I stayed back as he fought off the remaining guards on the landing. One came through the ceiling, shooting at James, who blocked it with his arm, throwing the man against the wall. He grabbed the battering ram, using it to take out two of the men. I could hear more shouting as they came up the stairs. He turned to me, lifting me on to his back, before using the man hanging in mid air to get part way down the stairs.
I held on for dear life as he fought his way down the stairs, Captain Rogers following us. One of the men tried to grab me, but I turned, elbowing him in the face, sending him stumbling back. James nearly sent one man over the edge of the stairs, but Captain Rogers caught him. I held on for dear life as James used the railing to swing us down, kicking one of the men through the door. He ran down the hallway, stopping just before the railing. He turned to me and I nodded. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine before I was flying.
I tucked myself into a ball, rolling as I landed on the roof. I secured the backpack on my back, looking back up at the building, waiting for James to follow me. He came flying over next, hitting the edge of the building rolling slightly before running towards me. A shadow moved over us and he shoved me out of the way, just before he was hit in the back by a black blur. James rolled back to his feet, staring at the form that now stood between us. A man dressed like a...cat?
"Olivia, run!" James shouted, right before he started fighting the man.
I glanced back for a moment, before running towards the fire escape. Would I ever see him again? Would I get a chance to tell him? Would we get our happy ending? So many thoughts were flying through my head as I ran through the streets. I knew no one was following me, but it made me feel better, getting out of the area as quickly as possible.
The sound of whirring machinery was the last thing I heard before I was suddenly face down on the sidewalk. I gasped, curling up on myself as pain erupted through me. I turned slightly, seeing what used to be Iron Patriot. I guess he ditched that gimmick. The left side of my face was burning as I rolled on my back.
"Stay down. I don't want to hurt you."
I held my hands up in a surrender as we were surrounded by police cars. The backpack was yanked from me as I was pulled to my feet. I didn't struggle as I was handcuffed and placed in the back of a van. This was not how I had hoped this day would go. I just hoped James was safe, and had gotten away. He deserved that much after everything.
It was a long ride to Berlin. James had wanted to fight again as he saw Olivia in custody as well, but he knew that would only make things worse for both of them. She gave him a look, telling him she was alright as they placed him in a glass prison, and loaded him in the back of a van.
She was loaded in with Captain Rogers, and two other men. She sat in front of them, thinking about how much had changed over the past few days. She wondered if it really was her sister on the street, and she had caused all this. But that would mean she was working with Captain Rogers, which Olivia found hard to believe. Her sister was a good person, but like their father, she was often misguided, and hard headed.
She wasn't surprised to see her sister when she climbed out of the van in Berlin. She didn't hug her sister back, instead turning her head to look at James. He looked so sad...so defeated in his glass prison. She wanted it to be James hugging her instead.
"Olivia." Her sister turned her face away from James. "I'm so glad you're safe! I knew it was you I saw on the street in Bucharest."
Olivia nearly groaned, turning back to watch as James was wheeled out of the area. "Where are they taking him, Vanessa?" She asked, watching until he disappeared.
"You don't have to worry about him anymore. Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"
Vanessa Pierce blocked her sister's view, leading her inside, following Deputy Ross and the others. She was steered away from where they were going, taken down another hallway. Olivia turned, meeting eyes with Captain Rogers as she was led away, mirroring what had happened over two years ago in D.C. She wasn't quite sure she was in better hands this time, though.
She sat in her own glass prison, listening to her sister argue with a man outside. The door hadn't been shut all the way, after her sister had tried to talk to her, so she could hear what was being said.
"My sister has no part in this. She is innocent and a victim. You will release her into my custody."
"What do you plan to do with her?"
"I will take her back to the States with me. Place her in the best mental institution I know. Get her help for her Stockholm Syndrome, as well as her mental state."
Olivia gasped, not able to help it as she stood, nearly throwing the glass door open. "You will not take me away from him!"
Vanessa looked at her sister shocked for a moment. "Excuse us." She said to the man she was speaking to, before she grabbed her sister's arm, tugging her back into the cell. "Olivia you are sick. Your mind has been warped by that...that murderer."
"He's as innocent as I am. He was being controlled!"
"Olivia, he abused you. Raped you. Kidnapped you!"
"He saved my life. He's the only reason I'm still alive, and you know it. You're just far too judgemental to admit it. If he wanted me dead, he would have left me. He was being controlled by HYDRA. By our father! But I've seen the real him. He didn't set off that bomb in Vienna. He didn't kill anyone willingly!" Olivia brushed the frustrated tear from her cheek. "You can't take him away from me."
Vanessa looked at her sister sympathetically. "Oh, Olivia. He's got you so twisted." She squeezed Olivia's arm in what was supposed to be a comforting manner, but Olivia jerked from her touch. "I'll get you help. We'll get you all back to normal."
Olivia didn't fight anymore as her sister left her alone, sealing her off in the glass cell. People moved around her as she sunk into a chair, leaning her head on the table. She watched as her sister fought to get her released into her custody. It probably would be better than what the government had planned, but she'd still be separated from James. And she hadn't even told him yet.
She felt like she was in there for hours. The power had shut off, making everyone around her panic, and a guard to stand in front of the door to her cell. She didn't know what was going on, but she prayed James had something to do with it. Maybe he was escaping. She just hoped he didn't try to go after her. That would only lead to more problems on his part.
The guard moved aside, and her sister came back into the room. "Get up. We're leaving."
"What?" Olivia asked, but didn't have a chance to react as she was pulled to her feet by two guards.
She was escorted from the cell by her sister, guards flanking them on all sides. "What's going on?" Olivia asked, trying to get some information on what had happened.
"Sergeant Barnes has tried to escape, but Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Stark are holding him off. The lunatic has lost his mind."
"He's not a lunatic." Olivia nearly growled, grabbing her sister's arm to stop her.
"There's only one person who knows him better than me and both of us will agree that his is not a lunatic."
Vanessa didn't say anything, just shook her head, continuing on. Olivia was pushed forward by a guard. She kept her mouth shut as they walked outside, the sun nearly blinding Olivia for a moment. Only two guards followed them to the car, and Olivia turned, kicking the one closest to her in the knee, slamming his face down on the trunk. She slipped his handgun from his belt, pointing it at the other.
"Olivia, put the gun down." Vanessa said.
"Not when he's going to shoot me the second I do." She said, not turning from the guard. She saw the helicopter out of the corner of her eye try to take off, but something was stopping it.
"Put your gun down for pity sake!" Vanessa said to the guard, and he slowly lowered it, raising his hands. "Olivia. You don't have to do this. Come with me. Let me get you help."
She shot the guard through the hand, turning the gun on her sister. "I don't need your help. You can't help me. You're just like dad, trying to control me. I need James more than you realize." She took a shaky breath, the gun wavering in her hand slightly. "Because I'm pregnant with his child."