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I crashed against the wall and ignored my urge to wince as his metal and flesh hands pinned mine. He was breathing heavily, eyes mixed with confusion and curiosity, as he glared at me.

"Do you know me?"

That was it. That was his only question. Not even an explanation on why he had pinned me, although I knew why. He wanted intel.

"That depends," I replied casually, shaking my head so my hair was out of my eyes. "Will you let me go if I do?"

His grip tightened on my right hand considerably, not even fazing me a bit. I saw the flicker of confusion as he glanced at his metal arm.

"Answer."

"Let me down."

He shook me against the wall, my back colliding with the brick. Ow.

I huffed. "Fine. If you won't let me down, I'll let myself down."

And with that, I kicked his shins, kneeing him into his torso as he dropped. He dropped my wrists, and I landed on my feet as he got to his.

"Don't move," he breathed, pointing a gun at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Game over.

"Okay."

"Do you know me?" He repeated his question, this time the words harsher and with more anger. I sighed.

"That I do."

"Who am I?"

I sighed again. "You're James Buchanan Barnes."

"That's what the man on the helicarrier called me," he muttered, obviously not catching on that I could hear me.

"That was Steve."

His eyes snapped at mine, a flicker of recognition. And before I knew it, he had me pinned again.

"You know him?"

I gazed at him, voice and face emotionless from my years of training. "He's my best friend. And yours."

He dropped me again, clutching his head in his hands. Then, he got up and started walking out of the alley.

"Bucky, wait!" I grabbed onto his arm.

He span around faster than expected, but I knew what happened next. I dodged his metal arm trying to grab my neck and as his hands snapped on thin air, I grabbed them again.

"Please stay."

He seemed hesitant, and I wanted to slap him. Will the old Bucky please rise from the dead and preferably return to me and Steve?!

Then, quick as lighting, he snatched his hand from my grip, running down the alley and into the crowd of people.

I cursed to myself. Then, I hurriedly made my way back to Steve's apartment.

"Hold up- what?!"

That seemed to be the accurate sentence when I returned from my visit, telling Steve that Bucky had pinned me in an alley. I sighed and silently rolled my eyes.

"I'm not lying," I reply, glaring at his baffled expression. "And you heard me."

"Why didn't you try to stop him? Or take him with you?!"

I rubbed my temples. "You really think he would've complied?!"

That made him stop and glance at me briefly.

"You're right," he sighed. "But you could've done something! Called me!"

"I don't have a phone, Steve!" I wanted to punch him for being such a dumb tart. "And I did do something!"

This made him glance at me again and stop his pacing.

I frowned, knowing I needed to evaluate. "I put a tracking device on him. Just get a laptop and I can find him."

With these news Steve's eyes noticeably lit up. Then, he scrambled to the table, snatching his laptop from there. Then, he plonked it on my lap, eagerly sitting next to me.

I sighed for what seemed like the billionth time as I inserted a small flash drive. The screen lit up, and within two minutes I had hacked through the firewall of S.H.I.E.L.D's tracking system. I silently thanked myself for taking one of their chips.

Steve, however, seemed to be eyeing my work nervously. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

I rolled my eyes with a smirk as I turned to him. "If I didn't, there'd be a SWAT team at your doorstep right now."

This made his tense shoulders relax a bit, and soon Bucky's location was pinpointed.

"Okay," I said, rubbing my left wrist. It still ached from my encounter. "Right now he's... Just outside D.C. Let's hope it's not a HYDRA facility."

"Do we have a time window?"

"Actually, yes," I replied, matter-of-factly. "In about half an hour he would've noticed that we're tracking him. So let's move while we can."

With that, Steve pulled his phone out, immediately dialling Sam's number.

"Hey, Sam? Yeah. I need your help on something. It's big."

He gave a long, drawn out sigh.

"We found Bucky."

In less than 10 minutes, Sam had been at the door of Steve's apartment. I was rather impressed, really. It was like he was waiting for Steve to call him. I smirked at the thought. Yes, I was aware I had yet to learn to properly smile.

After a few minutes of discussion, Steve and I had 'borrowed' another car, and Sam was left on the laptop, checking on Bucky's tracker and checking on us.

"So," Steve said. "What did Bucky ask you in the alley?"

I thought about this for a while.

"He asked me whether I knew who he was."

"Did you tell him?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"He said that you called him that on the helicarrier. Then I told him that it was you."

Now, Steve cocked his head towards me as he kept staring at the road. "What did he say?"

"He asked me how I knew you. I told him that it's our best friend."

"Then?"

Steve was being an idiot. If anyone could win the way-too-detailed detailing of this encounter, it would be Steve.

"He left."

"Oh."

There was silence. I stared at the road as it became dark. We had set out at around 4 PM, and it was starting to get dark. I sighed, pulling a hand through my messy hair.

"So what do we do once we get him?" I casually asked. Hey, I was curious.

"We help him," He replied, quickly glancing to me before eyes back on the road.

"Hey, guys," Sam's voice was audible through my headset. "You guys are around five minutes off his location. But the signals are wavering so I think he's noticed."

I nodded, before replying,"Okay, thanks Sam."

I quickly explained what Sam just said as Steve took a left. We winded up near a small, abandoned-looking hutch. And I didn't need to be Einstein (yes, I know about Einstein) to be able to tell that it was a safe house. For someone to hide in, most likely.

Steve and I stealthily hopped out of the car, his shield strapped to his back. I quietly crept along beneath the windows. There was no light. And there most likely wouldn't be if Bucky didn't want to be found.

"Okay, you guys are basically on top of his tracker now," Sam explained carefully. "Hold up- crap the chip's signal just stopped."

"He must've found it then."

I'm surprised he didn't find the tracker earlier, considering his assassin skills. Either way, nobody saw it coming when I silently opened the door, stopping it from creaking. My feet were noiseless as I stepped onto the wooden floor of the cottage.

It was a small house, really. Very simple. A bed, a table, small kitchen, a closet. All you really needed. But no Bucky in sight.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, turning to see Bucky lunge at me. Now this one I couldn't dodge. He slammed me against the wall again, this time his metal arm closing around my neck.

Uh oh. Winter Soldier not happy. I repeat, not happy.

My air supply was cut off drastically as I struggled against his hand, but soon stopped trying to claw at it. I knew exactly it was no use. Instead, I pushed his hand back with my powers, landing on my feet and trying to catch up on my loss of air.

Steve was in as well. He pinned Bucky down as he tried to get up in vain. I felt sorry for him. It looked like he was an animal being dragged to its death. The thought made me shudder.

Pushing aside my unpleasant thoughts, I walked to them. Bucky was still struggling. I could tell Steve wouldn't hold him any longer. So as Steve was about to let go, I knocked Bucky clean in the face, using more force in my punch.

He fell limp.

I ignored the fact that Bucky's nose was bleeding now as I began dragging him. Steve had already gotten up.

"Well," he breathed. "Looks like that didn't go as planned."

"You think?" I replied sarcastically, glimpsing over my shoulder.

I threw Bucky into the back seats, his body spreading across the seats. Looks like I knocked Bucky out pretty well, considering his face seemed to have contorted into a... peaceful state. Ironic, really.

Around 45 minutes later, we were back in Steve's apartment, dragging Bucky's limp body up the stairs. Luckily there was no one in the hallways at this time, all probably too involved in their own lives right now.

It probably confused the hell out of Sam when we dragged a limp Bucky in there, his cocky smirk dropping immediately.

"Oh my god," he breathed, astounded as he carefully watched Bucky's body. "What the hell?"

"Things," I replied quickly, helping Steve set Bucky on his couch.

"You know," I said to Steve as he set Bucky on one of the couches. "He's gonna try to kill us once he wakes up."

He turned to me.

"That's what I need you for," his orderly voice replied. "Can you restrain him? Please?"

I sighed, the rare thing of fatigue beginning to seep into me. But then, I nodded.

I made sure my job was clean and done properly as I secured the final strap on his torso. I had to admit, after all these years, both my friends had pretty impressive bodies... not that I was looking.

"That's about all I can do."

Steve nodded. "Okay. Let's call it a night. Thanks Sam."

"Any time."

I nodded lazily as I pulled a blanket onto the other couch, sitting down and eventually even nodding off.

Woohoo! Bucky has been taken in!

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