A/N: Okay so this one is a bit of a bigger change to the main story than the others have been. Basically, they don't like that Bucky didn't make his appointment and broke the conditions of his pardon.

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Day Three

Journal | Solitary Confinement | "Make it stop."

"You know what, Doc? I don't have time for this." Sam turned to the therapist. "We have some real serious shit going on. So how about this," he turned to face Bucky whose knees are still interlocked with his. "I will squash it right now. We go deal with that, and when we're done, we both can go on separate, long vacations and never see each other again."

"I like that." Bucky muttered back, clearly still emotional from his admission earlier.

"Great." Sam replied sarcastically. "Well, let's get to work." He turned to the therapist as he continued, "Thanks, Doc, for making it weird. I feel much better." He slapped Bucky on the arm and said, "I'll see you outside."

And with that, Sam got up and left the room. Bucky sat there, staring into nothing. He didn't know what he was supposed to say or do. He felt a stab of embarrassment for just admitting his struggle to Sam and getting such a defensive response.

"Thank you." Doctor Raynor called out after Sam sarcastically, "That was really great."

After a small hesitation, Bucky got up to leave.

"I know that look, what's wrong?" she asked him. He sighed and turned to face her, just staring back at her. He didn't seem angry or intimidating. He looked more sad and tired than anything else.

After a few seconds, he walked to the door. He pulled the handle. It wouldn't budge.

"What is this?" he mumbled to himself. This time he tugged on the door harder, trying to see if it was jammed. 'It's locked', he noted to himself.

He stepped back toward the therapist. Now he seemed angry.

"What is this?" he yelled.

"I-uh. I don't know." She was being honest. He knew her well enough to know at least that. Before he had time to think, an array of soldiers stormed in through the once locked door. Bucky just stood still, looking around as they surrounded him.

They were all armed with large clear shields, similar to ones that are used during riots.

"On your knees, Barnes!" One of the men shouted at him.

"I've been pardoned! What is this about?"

"You broke the conditions of your pardon. I won't ask again, get on your knees!"

Thoughts were racing through Bucky's head. All he managed was a quiet and confused, "What?"

Suddenly, Bucky's instincts kicked in and he grabbed side of a weapon one of the men had pulled out. It looked like a cattle-prod. He stared at the weapon for a breath, before looking up at the man with wide eyes. All the men began swinging at Bucky who was trapped in the middle. He managed to knock a few of the men on their asses with his brute strength, but before he knew it a cattle-prod connected with his left arm.

His breath was ripped out of him as his whole body tensed. Then it happened again. Bucky dropped to the floor. Each time the electricity ceased; he was desperately trying to suck air into his lungs.

Eventually, his world went black.

Sam stormed out of the room in a huff. He was thinking about what Bucky said.

'He doesn't get to dump all his trauma out on me.' He thought to himself. 'Acting like I made Steve leave.' He knew he was being harsh, but Bucky was just being so infuriating.

He stood in the waiting room, lost in his thoughts and giving Bucky a second to say bye to his doctor.

It hadn't been long, but it had been too long. Sam was about to walk back into the room when around eight or ten men in full armour beat him to it.

"Yo, what are you doing?" Sam called out, his worry growing.

"Stand back Sergeant Wilson." Another man in a regular military outfit put his hand on Sam's chested a lightly pushed him backward.

"It's just Bucky in there!" The man just stared back at him. He already knew that. "Bucky! Get out of there, Bucky!" He yelled out, but the door to the other room was already closed.

"Calm down Sergeant, or we'll be forced to detain you too." The soldier had grabbed him by the shoulders and Sam could see other officers moving toward him.

He stopped struggling and shrugged the soldiers hands off, stepping back.

"Now someone better tell me what the hell is going on."

Bucky awoke in a small, brightly lit cell. His arms were forced together with large metal restraints, extending from his wrists up to his elbows. With a groan, he pushed himself up off the cold floor and got to his feet.

As Bucky analysed the room, he couldn't find a door. He couldn't even tell how he had been shoved into the cell. There was a small bed to one side of the room, a metal toilet and a sink on another. There were no windows he could see. Just small strips of lighting along the ceiling, with two cameras in opposite corners. A blinking red light indicating that they were in use.

Bucky stared into one of lenses. "What do you want?" he yelled.

"You're unstable, Barnes." A man's voice played throughout the cell. "We are protecting America - protecting the world from you."

The gears were turning in Bucky's head. "I'm not that person anymore. I don't kill."

"And we're supposed to just… take your word for it? You're a professional assassin. We won't be responsible for the death of innocent people."

Bucky felt his rage boil up and let out a primal scream. He hated this. His freedom had been taken away before, and it didn't end well for him. He swung his cuffed arms back and moved to strike the wall. Before he could make contact, an electrical surge burst through him from his restraints.

When the shocks ended, Bucky dropped to his knees. Panting, he looked back up to the camera and mumbled, "I'm not that person anymore." He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince; that man, or himself.

Bucky had been arrested almost three weeks ago. Sam was getting more and more restless. Every government loophole he could think of was getting shut down. He couldn't even get a hold of Bucky's location. Nothing… until today.

"Thank you, Torres." Sam said over the radio as he flew through the air. Torres was the one who was finally able to track down Bucky.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing Sam?" Torres was concerned.

"Yeah, man. It wouldn't be the first time I've had to go on the run." There was a few beats of silence.

"Good luck." Torres gave a small smile. The radio then disconnected, and Sam could completely focus on his mission; Breaking Bucky the hell out of there.

The facility was isolated. It seemed to have the sole purpose of holding Bucky.

Sam had taken everyone down and used his goggles to see that there was one person left to guard his friend. He forced the door open to the room.

Once inside he saw two large screens and array of machinery. The screens displayed two different angles of a small cell.

"Bucky." Sam breathed out. His friend was slumped on the floor against the corner of the tiny room, his head tilted down so his face wasn't visible. The metal around his arms stood out.

Behind the screens, Sam could see a comically large cube in the middle of the room. It was at least twelve feet tall. He could tell Bucky must have been trapped inside.

A women stood beside the screens. There were monitors around her, a range of statistics that Sam didn't have time to take in. She looked completely shocked.

"Tell me how to get him out." Sam demanded. She sat silent, eyes wide and staring back at him. "Now!"

Her hands were shaking as she nodded and slowly moved to press some keys on one of the computer keyboards. She then grabbed a lever with two hands and dragged it down.

The closest wall of the cube hissed, before collapsing outwards. A huge bang rang out as the thick, metal wall collided with the floor. It was built from layers and layers on metal and wires.

Sam could finally see the cell. It was a few feet above ground level with how thick the walls, ceiling and floor is.

"Get the cuffs off him." he said to the woman. She instantly pressed another button and Sam looked to in the cell to see them slide off of his friend's arms. "Bucky!" Sam called out as he ran forward.

He knew he wasn't getting enough food. One meal a day of plain soup and bread slid into the room from a small opening. Well, at least Bucky assumed it was once a day. The lights were always on, so he didn't have the best grasp on time. His eyelids felt heavy. He had barely been able to sleep since he'd been imprisoned here.

The loud crash of metal stirred Bucky from his thoughts. He drearily lifted his head to see the wall facing him had collapsed backwards. Bucky could only see black past it. Must be because of the bright lighting in his cell. Then the shackles slid to the floor.

He turned his wrists that ached from the lack of movement.

"Bucky!" he heard a familiar voice. He hadn't heard any voices since he was first put in here.

"Sam?" he asked quietly, not sure if his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Yeah Buck, it's me." Sam moved Bucky's arm over his shoulder to help him stand. From this close he could see the state Bucky was in. He'd never looked so tired, and even looked like he'd lost weight. There were red markings scorched into the skin on his right arm where the metal restraints just were. It looked painful and irritated.

"You, you…" Bucky started, "you shouldn't be here. They're gonna-" He swallowed thickly. "They'll arrest you too." The pair were moving forward, though not very fast. Bucky's legs kept giving out.

"I know what I'm doing. I've done this before Buck, or don't you remember the last time we were on the run?" Sam had a smile on his face, despite the situation.

"I'm not sure if I'm worth all this, Sam." They came to a stop just outside the room. Bucky had his eyes closed as he leaned on Sam for support.

"Bucky," Sam grabbed his friend by the side of his face. Bucky met his eyes. "You were worth it then, and you're worth it now."