Jyn sighed in relief as she woke up, yesterday had been a nightmare for her. She would probably always struggle with some of the feelings left over after having seen her Mama be gunned down and her Papa taken away. Whoever said that something like that could leave a mark on a young girls psyche was lying. Or inept at whatever job they claimed to be doing? Washing her face with a cold cloth, she gasped a little when she realised that some things couldn't be simply left in the past, no matter how much she might want want to leave those ghosts in her rearview mirror.
Subconsciously rubbing one hand over her arms as she made her way through the spaceship, Jyn found herself dreading the day ahead. She found herself wondering how many ghosts from her past she was going to have to face. It was a troubling thing for her to find herself wondering what exactly separated herself from Designation: Scarlet Witch. The things that she had found out the day before, or at least been told, were troubling. Not the least because of some of the things that she had heard were borderline pestering her for further introspective analysis because she could see how easily turned into a reflection of the same woman.
Jyn could easily understand the impulse to nurse a grudge – goodness knows that she had been guilty of the same thing in the past. In her case though, carrying a grudge could be inordinately helpful, it had helped her in some way to process what she had seen happening. If she hadn't been able to develop grudges, she honestly didn't know if she could have survived as long as she had. Thanks to being able to process some of the things that she had spotted happening so long ago she didn't know if she could have moved past some being witness to her Mama being gunned down.
One thing that she did know was that Baze had nurtured her ability to hold those grudges because she made herself useful to him, he found use in Jyn being able to hold those grudges. He had whispered in her ears that her Papa was a bad man, he had told her countless lies to get her to believe in him, to believe the worst in her beloved Papa. Some things that Jyn knew she would never be able to find herself comfortable in ever again.
It wasn't until Jyn had been left behind by the man that she was able to revisit some of her memories, be able to look calmly and rationally. She was able to remember some of the good times from her Papa being able to bring her up. She was able to feel some of the love she still had left for the people who brought her up. The ability for her to process how much she loved and still missed her Papa (and her Mama) and that they couldn't possibly be as evil as Baze was so fond of whispering in her ears.
There were some things that she honestly felt like she would be able to rationalise completely, some of the things she hadn't even told Dacia and Cassian. She was pretty sure that at this point they might have suspected some of the things, but as long as she didn't have to speak about those things, all the better for everyone involved. There were some things that she couldn't speak about, at least not without a boatload of artificial courage and full knowledge that she would likely spend the next day curled up in bed haunted by the ghosts of her past.
WHOOSH
Making her way into the central computer nodule she was faced with the sight of Cassian stood over the central computer, it looked as she wasn't the only one that had to wrestle with heavy thoughts today. Dacia was wearing a serene expression on her face, puttering with a couple of physical notebooks. It looked as if the woman was trying to find patterns in some of the interviews. Jyn idly wondered to herself whether or not the woman had managed to find whatever it was that she was looking for. It would seem that she didn't have to wait long because Dacia started to speak.
"Alright, well I've been trying to go through some of the things that she said in that interview. Some of the things weren't adding up for me, for one I was wondering if the woman was likely to be using her influence over the others in those cells." Dacia started, looking troubled by some of what she was saying.
"Alright, that explains the physical notebook at least, you always prefer to make notes when you are trying to make connections." Cassian teased the woman, straightening his limbs out so that he stood at his full height.
"You do that Dacia, but more importantly, what exactly do you think that you have learned? I was in that same interview with you, and unless she was speaking some other language, you heard the same bullshit as I did! What do you think she told you?" Jyn laughed, attempting to hide her frustration with the Jedi.
"You know the way I suspected that the woman might be influencing the others before we went in? Though what I couldn't work out was whether or not she was doing it subconsciously? I don't think it was ever subconscious. She is too talented, too manipulative, to make such an elementary mistake." Dacia frowned.
"What are we talking about it here? Do you think that we can work around this somehow? Can we break them from her conditioning?" Cassian frowned, having glanced at Jyn in worry.
"I'm not sure if we can, it doesn't seem as if we can magically break them from her hold. It's likely that she has held the other two under her sway, then it has been a long time in coming. If we can break her from it, then it might seem as if it could potentially take us twice as long to break them from it. She does seem as if she has a serious grudge against Stark. Jyn any thoughts?" Dacia sighed.
"I was thinking about it last night, but the one thing that freaks me out, more than anything is how close I could have been to become that girl. It's amazing to me that I had managed to go so long without figuring out, how delicious, how seductive it could be to someone like me to nurse old grudges. How immensely satisfying it could be if I had just put myself first, for a change." Jyn spoke with the air of a woman who had just discovered something great for herself.
"If you decided to go down that path Jyn, who knows whether or not you would have come onto the Resistance's radar, onto my radar. You know that there is no coming back from that Jyn." Cassian warned.
"Once someone goes down that path, it's very hard to get them back." Dacia quietly warned the other woman.
"I know, I know, it's still startling to think and wonder how little separates me from her moronic bullshit," Jyn muttered, crossing her arms.
"We need to get back on track, who are we interviewing today?" Cassian abruptly changed the topic.
"We have Designation: Falcon to interview today, but I'm a bit conflicted about how much we can expect him to know." Dacia sighed.
"He might know something, in any case, he was the one that sent Dr Stark to Siberia after Designation (Former): Captain America and his buddy his pal Designation: Winter Soldier, so he might be able to tell us something that went on in Roger's head. Though, with how close Rogers played his cards, I have a suspicion that he didn't tell Designation: Falcon everything." Cassian told the two his thoughts.
"That is true, but we should still treat this interview with the man as having the potential to tell us something. Shouldn't we question Designation: Winter Soldier about what he knew about what went on? Is there even anything that we can expect the guy to tell us?" Jyn cautioned the two.
"It doesn't seem like it's likely, at the very least he might not have known exactly what was going on. After all, he isn't in his right frame of mind, not at the minute. Not while he is still trying to deal with some of the after-effects of his time with HYDRA, but he might be able to tell us what happened in Siberia." Dacia sighed.
"We should be cautious when it comes time to interview him; I don't want to say that anything could set him off because that is something that I am worried about happening," Jyn warned the two thoughtfully.
"If he can tell us anything about the potential victims of the Winter Soldier, Jyn do you think he could tell us anything about that?" Cassian thought aloud.
"I wouldn't put too much hope in him remembering things. From my looking at some of the notes on his brainwashing, remind me of the brainwashing that the clones for the Imperial Army undergo. More intense though, than anything. Don't forget that Barnes was taken as Prisoner of War; he was also forced into cryofreeze between each hit. Every time he was taken out, he effectively had his brain scooped out of his skull, and implanted with new memories. Anything that HYDRA didn't like was forced out of his mind." Jyn warned the two.
"Alright, well that's fair enough we can't expect for the guy to have full and clear memories, that could be used in a court of law. We should probably remember to treat it as optimistically as we can, right?" Cassian seriously asked.
"Right you are, but at least Designation: Falcon's interview should be a little easier for us to handle." Dacia laughed aloud.
"Who do you want to send in to question the guy Dacia? I'm not sure if I feel up to it myself, I'm still a bit shaken up by some of what we learned in the Designation: Scarlet Witch interview." Jyn asked, still clearly shaken up, feeling like her emotions were all over the place as she tried to deal with her feelings.
"I want Cassian to ask the questions; I will be looming in the background." Dacia supplied brightly.
"Alright, well that's fair enough. Was there any particular reason you wanted me to ask the questions?" Cassian looked over at Dacia as he spoke.
Cassian wasn't sure that he could easily understand where the woman was coming from. He considered the thought that Dacia was hoping that maybe he would be able to get through to the guy, simply because they were both guys. In all his time knowing Dacia however, he knew how crazy an idea that was, the woman wasn't one to play on gender or sexuality to get what she wanted. Cassian thought that it was maybe a holdover from her Jedi days, they didn't like to treat others as different based on who they preferred to lay with, right?
The thoughts led Cassian to wonder whether or not the woman was maybe banking on Cassian's background as a spy, something which could prove to be more helpful in cutting through any bullshit? It wasn't something that he would consider as being easy, nor something which automatically sprung to his mind, but it might just work. He had long since realised that Dacia was likely to see small patterns which had easily dismissed as being out of hand. Whatever Dacia was up to, he should simply play along until he could see what her end goals were. Dacia had always opted to play her cards very close to her chest; it would no doubt become clear to him later on.
"Yes, you might be able to ask him the right questions, things that neither Jyn nor I would easily think off. The ones that might not occur to us, not as readily as they would for us anyway." Dacia trailed off thoughtfully.
"Okay that sounds fair, do you want to do it now?" Jyn checked with the woman.
"Yeah, otherwise we might just end up talking ourselves out of it." Dacia sighed, before directing Cassian towards the door in front of them.
Cassian looked over at the woman and nodded already running through some of the scenarios in his head. Making his way out of the room in front of Dacia, he began to hum a little to himself quietly. Hiding a yawn from his friends, Cassian idly wondered how little sleep he had gotten the night before. He had been tossing and turning all nights while he tried to reconcile himself to some of the thoughts that plagued him after the night before. He kept wondering to himself what else had possibly happened the night before. What exactly had served to separate Designation: Scarlet Witch and Jyn, what exactly had happened to change their outlook on life so drastically?
WHOOSH
"It seems as if whatever we find in that interview could have two potential outcomes. We could either be hideously disappointed with whatever we find, or overjoyed, but do you think we could potentially find anything?" Cassian asked the woman, wanting nothing more than to nail her down to an answer.
"It will be worth it because at the very least we will have to find something, the law of averages right?" Dacia winked at the man before skipping ahead of him.
Cassian laughed at the woman before he shook his head and followed the woman further down the corridor. The two were happy to walk in silence while they were thinking of what they were likely to come up against within the next few hours. Nodding their head at one another when they came up to the door that led to the cells. Pulling up their hood as one they entered through the door into the prison cells.
As one they separated to perform their normal duties, both feeling confident that because they had done what they were about to do so many times that they could do it in their sleep if needed. This time, Dacia made her way over to the central computer in the room, and stood beside it for a moment and started to hit a few of the keys in front of her.
While this was going on, Cassian was calmly making his way over towards the glass cell door that Designation: Falcon stood languishing behind. Flicking his eyes over at Dacia, who nodded at him. Shooting one last glance at the man, Dacia focussed her attention back on the keyboard in front of her. Quickly tapping through the options in front of her, she quickly typed in a set of commands.
Cassian focussed his attention back on the cell door in front of him and moved some of his weight over to the small tablet screen that hung affixed from the wall at the side of the door. Listening carefully for the faint clicking noise, wanting to make sure that none of the other prisoners was likely to get out of their own individualised cells. When he heard the click that told him the rest of the doors were locked, he put a command forward that would allow him to open the door to Designation: Falcon's cell.
Having opened the door to the cell, Cassian made his way in and peered thoughtfully at the man before him. Reaching a hand for the handcuffs, he warily watched as the man slowly turned around. Stepping forward Cassian took hold of the man's wrists and securely locked them behind the man's back. When he had done so, Cassian made sure to carefully march the man from the cell, all the while still not being sure what he should make of the man.
When the two passed by Dacia, she shared a brief glance with Cassian before following them from the cell block. Closing her eyes briefly in frustration when she realised that it was typical of her body to begin coming up with a new song to hum under her breath. It was the way it typical went when she was attempting to focus on something; she would find something else to hold her attention.
Following after the two, Dacia slipped into the interrogation interview room behind them just as Cassian was making sure that the man wasn't likely to escape. Fixing her attention to Designation: Falcon and cocked her head to the side while she tried through some of the things running through her mind.
She wondered to herself what had happened to the guy to make him think that following after Rogers was a stellar idea. She felt a momentary feeling of disappointment and confusion crash over her while she considered some of what she knew (and could guess) about Designation: Falcon. She was able to guess that on some level the guy was reasonably independent, she had read accounts from her foster parents that he was always able to think for himself. So Dacia had to wonder what had snapped in the man's mind to cause him to follow along behind Designation (Former): Captain America? It was something that puzzled Dacia; she couldn't understand why the man chose to tie his flag to Designation (Former): Captain America and forget that he had ever had independent thoughts.
Noticing the man beginning to shift under her scrutiny uncomfortably, Dacia blinked once, realising that she was staring at the man like a bug underneath a microscope. Making her mind up to simply pay attention to the interview, it would be interesting to hear the questions that Cassian thought to ask.
"Hello, my name is Cassian Andor, now, more importantly, do you understand why you are here?" Cassian calmly asked.
"No, why am I here? What possible reason do you have to hold me?"
"Well, I guess the introspective part hasn't fully kicked in for you yet, right? You were caught doing something highly illegal, do you understand that Sir?" Cassian pressed the man.
"Hey now, I did not do anything illegal, my civil liberties were being infringed. I just got into this situation because I was told some things. Stood up for the little guy."
"Oh, the little guy huh? So the little guy doesn't include the countless civilians and law enforcement agents that were either killed for maimed while you were fighting. Does it include people who won't be able to get around without a lot of help in the future? Did it involve screwing up other people's futures? Because from where I'm sitting that's exactly what it looks like."
"What are you talking about? Those people were fine when we left them; it won't be the end of them. Besides we had heard that members of the Joint Counter-Terrorist were sent out with orders to shoot Barnes on sight. Steve wouldn't just let his old friend get shot, especially not for something he didn't do. You know as well as I do, that was a frame job." Designation: Falcon tried to exclaim.
"I don't know where you got your intel from, but it's false. There were never orders issued to anyone to kill the guy. Did you not consider that it was fairly unlikely if people were ordered to shoot first and ask then people wouldn't have been able to ask questions later? I imagine that you might have forgotten that Rogers didn't grow up in this time, he didn't realise that things work differently for the most part now? Am I on the right path here?"
"We got our intel from the former Agent Thirteen; she told Steve that what she told us was true. Why would she lie to us? What possible reason would she have to lie to him, they both had something for each other!" Designation: Falcon tried to protest.
"Don't tell me that you haven't lied to someone that you have had feelings for before? Or lied to someone. All because you had feelings for someone? I don't pretend to understand the female mind, Yoda knows it's a crazy scary place." Cassian laughed at the man.
Dacia shifted uncomfortably behind the two; she wasn't sure what purpose Cassian was attempting to drive at here. All she knew was the guy was beginning to tread a very fine line. Deciding that it was time to get this meeting back on track, she cleared her throat quietly.
"Right, well anyway you do know some of what was going on behind the scenes of the decision between the two not to continue dating? You see when it transpired that the two of them had a connection in the form of Peggy Carter, it became a bit icky to put it in a form that you might understand. It also didn't help that the whole they met was because of the intervention of another, one Nick Fury. That wasn't something that you can easily walk away from."
"What has any of that got to do with me? I am not the man's keeper, WHY ARE TELLING ME ABOUT ANY OF THIS!" Designation: Falcon roared beginning to become upset with some of what he was hearing.
"No? Maybe you aren't his keeper, but you do seem to be one of his loyal disciples? But right now? Right now, I don't believe in flogging a dead horse, what exactly was it that made you think that retrieving those wings, getting involved in a fight, the one in DC I am referring to here, was a good idea?"
"Man what would you have done if you were approached by Captain America, don't tell me that you wouldn't have done anything to get involved. The man was a hero of mine; he always had been, tell me what was wrong with getting involved? Wouldn't you do anything to help your heroes?" Designation: Falcon tried to scoff.
"I do know because I genuinely don't think I had any heroes, at least none living and none not fleeing for their lives. I come from a bit of a different place than this you see, one where I was more concerned with staying alive than I was with looking up to people. All of us were." Cassian explained to the man, running a hand through his hair.
"That's a sad way to live, but I don't see what it has to do with me. How can you not have any heroes, everybody has a hero. It is who we are as humans."
"It might not seem like a big deal, but honestly at Home, we didn't have a lot of time to spend obsessing over someone else when we have other more pressing concerns to deal with than obsessing over someone else. In fact, I'm willing to bet that not even Dacia here had any heroes, she isn't the time to waste her time anyway. At least she isn't now; maybe it was a different story when she was growing up, I don't tend to ask the pointless questions. Not when I don't need to know the answers. Unless it's pressing, then I don't feel the need to waste my time. You understand don't you?"
"That's fair, but how are you going to grow into a good person, make good decisions if you don't have someone to look up to."
"You still don't get it, do you? Right now, I don't understand why you are continuing to insist that I should have had heroes. I don't, I didn't, and you need to move on. It is just the way I am, move past it, I know that I know have. What made you decide to continue with the heroic behaviour. There was no reason for you to continue with the heroics. You used to work for the V.A. didn't you?"
"Yes, but the V.A. and I parted ways after DC. I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"Oh, it has a lot to do with what I am attempting to drive at here. It might not seem like a lot, but were you called to testify in front of a Congressional panel about your role in that mess?"
"No, I wasn't because nobody knew who I was, they hadn't been able to identify who the flyer was. I wasn't wearing the Iron Man armour; I wasn't wielding a big hammer, I wasn't big, mean and green. By what metric could anyone have identified me?"
"You didn't think that your former employers could have identified you? Excuse me for being callous, but were there many other flyers with the Falcon wings?"
"My uh best friend Riley also used the wings, but he was ah shot down. Are you saying that someone should have been able to identify me? Why did no one identify me then?"
"Beats me, maybe someone was looking out for you? I wonder who that could have been, do you know who that could have been?"
"What, Stark? What possible reason would have had to protect me? He didn't know me from Adam back then."
"I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that it had something to do with the fact you had befriended Rogers. At that point the man still assumed that they were friends, and why wouldn't he want to go to bat for a guy that was helping his friend. Except for that point, it all changed right?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." Designation: Falcon sniffed.
"No, maybe you don't. After all, did you know what happened on Rogers part then, I'm just curious about what you either knew or didn't know then."
"Between Stark and Rogers? I didn't know anything about what may or may not have changed between the two."
"So, you didn't notice that the relationship between the two had changed, my apologies you didn't know how the two were likely to interact before DC. You can't say that you didn't notice that the two had a borderline antagonistic relationship. Except of course when Rogers wanted something, then he was all over the man like white on rice. Don't tell me that you didn't think that was slightly odd?"
"It didn't seem to be strange, anytime I brought it up to Rogers, he told me that Stark needed to be brought down a peg. The guy always had everything he wanted, who was I to say that the guy was wrong? Especially when a guy who had fought alongside the man told me that the guy was too big for his breeches."
"His breeches? What the hell are you talking about, was Rogers his best friend then? He didn't anybody else in his corner? For far longer than Rogers had known him? Because I know someone who will be pissed off at you for even thinking that."
"He implied that when the two of them had fought against the aliens together, the two had become best friends. Now that you put in that way I am starting to see how foolish I was to take him at his words. How is Rhodey do you know by the way?"
"You shouldn't ever have assumed. Anybody that makes assumptions about one Dr Tony Stark usually tends to wind up dead. Count yourself lucky that the guy didn't decide that he wanted you dead. So, do you know anything about that the good Cap might have wanted to conceal from Dr Stark?"
"No, I tend to try not getting involved in any of that particular level of shit any more than I need to. Did something happen in Siberia that I need to know about?"
"Yes, it seems as Dr Stark was ready to go there in peace, at that point he might have even have counted them as friends, even though he had already had his shit kicked out of him by his supposed friends. Oh, and his real best was laying unconsciousness in a god damn coma due to that fight."
"The guy seemed angry, but he didn't seem as if he was ready to start fighting with them, are you saying something happened there?"
"You are hearing me correctly. We have seen some of what Dr Stark saw in that bunker. What we need to know now is did you know what they fought about and did you know what they fought about?"
"I'm sorry, but we don't have anything else to offer, is the man, is Dr Stark okay?"
"Mr Wilson, I don't know if you are aware of this, but when two hulking great super soldiers take on a normal unenhanced guy, even if said guy is wearing a suit of armour, it doesn't end well. Dr Stark got the shit kicked out of him; his suit was badly damaged in the fight, he was stranded. He couldn't get out of there, not with his medical problems."
"What's that got to do with me? I didn't have anything to do with that guy choosing to go there. He asked me for information; I simply gave him the information, it isn't up to me whatever he did with that."
"No, but I don't think his friends are going to let you get off that easily. After all, Dr Stark was put into that position because you made him promise you that he wouldn't go there to fight. I don't they are going to be concerned with legalities and trivialities when it could have been so easy for Dr Stark to simply paint that bunker with their blood and gore. I mean, you've seen that suit when it's used in combat right? You know how difficult it can be to stand a chance against that armour. At least not if you don't have access to fancy-pants technological armour. But all the protection that the armour could provide? It meant nothing when it came to a pair of pissed off Super Soldiers."
"You're lying, I may not know a lot about the two and their relationship, but Steve would never try to hurt Stark. The two of them were on the same team before this whole mess for crying out loud, why are you giving me these painted words? I know they aren't true."
"Turns out that you don't know a lot. Because of Dr Stark? He still hasn't woken up, and you and you can bet your ass that if he doesn't wake up? Then nobody knows why the man was even in Siberia; he doesn't do much business in Siberia, at least not out in the sticks. Want my advice, Mr Wilson?" Cassian offered the other man with a considering look in his eye.
Designation: Falcon nervously gulped; Dacia watched as the man's Adam's apple moved up. Trying to hide a sneer as she thought about the number of nerves the guy was no doubt trying to hide under an already cracked façade of bravado. It was always interesting watching when someone realised the amount of trouble they were in, Dacia thought idly to herself.
"If Dr Stark does not wake up anytime soon, then you had better hope that Designation (Former): Captain America tells us that you didn't know exactly what you were sending the guy into. Right now? It doesn't look too good for you." Cassian finished, watching as the man looked like he was finally beginning to understand some of the wrongs that he had done.
Leaning back in his chair briefly, Cassian opened his mouth as if he was about to begin speaking, before shaking his head. Clambering up from his position, Cassian made his way around the table and hauled a limp Designation: Falcon to his feet. Nodding over at Dacia, Cassian unchained the man from the desk and began the journey of walking the man back to his seat.
When Cassian and Designation: Falcon made their way from the room, Dacia stepped away from the wall she was leaning against and followed the two. It was likely going to be interesting for her to hear what the man made of some of the things Designation: Falcon had told them.
WHOOSH
Sam stumbled a little as he was pushed through the doors to his cell. He wondered if all that he was being told was true. It was entirely likely that they had no reason to tell him the truth. Sam could recognise that there had been a line drawn in the sand or the ice as it may be. Either way, there was nothing to suggest that Sam couldn't believe what he was being told.
It was at this point that he told himself it would be unlikely that even if he were in control, anything he decided to tell HIS prisoners would be suspect. Could he hold these people to a higher standard than he held himself? It was curious but while he knew that it was fairly unlikely that he was being told the complete truth, so maybe it would be a good idea for him to take everything with a grain of salt?
Looking over at Steve, he was forced to wonder how he had managed to build the guys image up so high in his head? Should he have stopped to think more about what he was signing up for and who he was prepared to follow until the very ends of Earth?
He knew what that one of the big things he could rely on during his time in the US Air Force was oversight. He might not have had to think a lot, at least not beyond having to wonder too much about what he was doing. He hadn't had to use his skills for anything sketchy; he thanked his lucky stars. But he was always able to rely on a higher power having his back, taking heat for some of the more difficult decisions he was forced to make.
Now he wondered how and what exactly had possessed him to think that getting away from any form of oversight was a good idea. He wondered if anything had happened for him to make a definite guess on what had happened to steer him so far from those ideas.
One of the things that had constantly given him pause during the weeks he had had been forced to think about during his time doing sweet fuck all on his arse. It was significant that he had so much time. So it would seem that he found himself beginning to wonder where he had gone wrong.
Sam would have nothing more than endless time to wonder how exactly he had gotten into this situation.
"Steve what exactly did you do?" Sam sound himself asking angrily.
Steve looked back at the man, indecision warring in his eyes as he tried to make up his mind about he should say.
Sam raised an eyebrow at the man and tapped his foot up and down impatiently.
"Why exactly are we getting questions about what happened in Siberia? What did you two do over there?" Sam pressed when the man attempting to press home the need for answers.
"Yeah, I've been wondering that too, why have we all been asked questions about what happened there? Why have we been getting questions about something we do not know off? Steve, why did I leave my family behind? WAS ANY OF THIS WORTH IT BECAUSE SO FAR I DON'T THINK SO!" Clint exploded in rage.
"That's something that I would like to know too. I was already a criminal on parole when I decided to come out. And while you probably don't think you need to know the answers to these questions, I'm going to ask you simply, did you have any good reason to call me, a person you don't know to fight alongside! TELL ME WHY I AM IN POSITION?" Scott roared looking completely fed up with the situation he had put himself into.
"It wasn't Bucky's fault! It wasn't him!" Steve started to rail.
"Punk, why do you always have to insist that it wasn't my fault! Why don't you tell them what happened over there and more importantly tell them WHY we were fighting in that hell hole!" Bucky raised his head, his gaze piercing a hole through a defiant Steve.
"We saw a video, but it wasn't Stevie IT JUST WASN'T HIM." Steve tried to protested.
"Oh shut up Stevie, we watched a video of me assassinating Stark's parents, and it turns out that Stevie here knew but never told him!" Bucky's scratchy voice rose, fury beginning to coat his term.
"YOU DID WHAT?! HOW LONG DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?! DID NAT KNOW?" Cint began to shout looking distraught at some of what he might have been party to.
"Yes, she knew" Steve confessed whispering.
"And what did you do next? Something tells me that you haven't told me told anything!" Sam pressed.
"We fought with the man; we left him there" Bucky whispered.
"I hope that you ahh killed him, that monster deserves to know true pain. Even if I had hoped that it would be that dealt the killing blow" Wanda whispered, her accent beginning to thicken as she thought of some of the things she would have to do to the man given half a chance.
"WANDA! What the hell would you say that for." Sam tried to chide the angry woman.
Scott just looked around and wondered even more what he had gotten himself into. How could a group of people so adept at hiding secrets from one another, could possibly call themselves a team?
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