A/N: So this one is set some time during the run of the show. Walker and Lemar are looking for Zemo after he kills the guy who recreated the super serum.

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Day Four

Cattle Prod | Shock | "You in there?"


"Finally, you're awake." The voice echoed in the room, waking Sam. He tried to move his arms, but realised they were bound behind him. He was seated in a cold, metal chair. As he looked up, he saw who was speaking.

"Walker." He spat out. Captain America stood directly in front of him.

"You guys just never listen." He said as he stepped to the side. That's when Sam got a clearer view of the room. Bucky was facing him, sitting in an identical chair. He was still unconscious. Sam noticed that one side of his face was slightly swollen. There was an array of blue and purple on his cheek and dried blood stemming from his nose. He also took note of how Bucky was restrained; his forearms were attached to the arms of the chair with large straps of metal, same as his calves were attached to the chair legs. Sam's arms were simply behind his back and attached to the chair with what felt like rope.

"We tried to be nice. We tried to play fair." Walker circled behind Bucky. "But you two are impossible."

Another voice piped up - Lemar's. He was standing back in the shadows of the room. "Where's Zemo?" It was more of a demand than a question.

Sam shook his head and smiled, laughing at how stupid this is. "You know I can't tell you that." Walker moved to stand beside Bucky before striking him on the swollen side of his face. His head swung viciously to the side, followed by a loud groan as he came to. Sam angrily pulled at his restraints.

"What are you doing, Walker? We're on the same side." Sam was trying to get through to him as Bucky tilted his head backward, grimacing in pain.

"Are we?" Lemar edged closer. "Cause we've tried to work with you, but you wouldn't hear it."

"Yeah, well Cyborg over there doesn't really like people." Sam retorted.

"I heard that." Bucky muttered in response.

"Mmm…" Walker stared at the ex-Winter Soldier. "Except Zemo though, right? He likes him enough to break him out of prison."

Sam clenched his jaw as he turned his stare to Bucky, telling him 'I told you so' with just a look. Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Look," Bucky started lightly. "We have work to do so why don't you just let us go and we'll forget this ever happened."

Walker swung again, his fist landing on Bucky's injured cheek again. He grunted on impact.

Slowly, Bucky turned his head to Walker. He glared angrily at him as he curled his fists. He started to pull on the metal trying to hold him down when he heard a small 'click'. His head snapped to Sam.

Lemar stood beside his friend, holding a gun to his head.

"Don't even think about it." Lemar spoke slowly and quietly. "You know I'm not bluffing."

Bucky's face was covered in rage as he ran every possible scenario through his head. He was breathing heavily but forced his muscles to relax and opened his fists in surrender.

"That's what I thought." Lemar lowered the gun.

Walker slowly steps to the edge of the room, grabbing a long object that was leaning against the wall. He picked it up and tossed it casually between each hand. Then he pressed a button on the handle. A spark flashed from the end of the weapon.

'You've got to be joking,' Sam thought.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again…" Walker stepped between the two chairs. "Where is Zemo?"

Silence. He moved swiftly to Bucky's left side and held the cattle prod up to his vibranium arm, stopping just inches away. He looked to Sam.

"Tell me where he is."

Sam and Bucky locked eyes, having a conversation without words. Bucky gave a small head shake. Walker noticed.

He lit up the cattle prod and pressed it to Bucky's arm, holding it there for a few seconds. Bucky was grunting in pain but managed to force his jaw to stay shut. Sam tugged on the rope that kept his arms behind him.

When he pulled the cattle prod away, Bucky was panting slightly and let out a yell of anger.

"Look Sam," Walker started. "I know that Zemo wasn't your idea, so just tell us where he is."

Sam didn't say a word, instead just stared back at the man in blue. Seems like Bucky has influenced him more than he'd realised.

"Fine." Walker said. He connected the prod to Bucky's arm again. He tried to hold back his screams, but the pain lasted longer this time. After the first few seconds, he couldn't stop himself. Sam winced as he simply watched. Walker stopped again.

"It's not going to end until you tell me, Sam." Bucky's heavy pants echoed in the room. Sam stayed silent.

The electricity fired up again. And again. And again. It lasted longer and longer each time. Sam's stomach was knotted as he watched his friend growing weaker and weaker.

It would've been at least 30 seconds into one of the shocks when Bucky's screaming morphed into breathless gasping. When Walker switched it off, he was left leaning forward and desperately trying to suck in any air he could. His metal arm was glitching and his flesh-made arm was shaking. Sam looked at Bucky's eyes and could see how out of focus they were.

"Enough!" Sam yelled. He couldn't watch this anymore. They were going to kill him. They were going to kill Bucky. "I'll tell you what you want to know, just stop."

Walker dropped the cattle prod to the floor and moved to stand over Sam. Lemar was watching carefully from the corner of the room.
Sam opened his mouth and was about to speak when Lemar let out a scream. Walker and Sam's heads snapped to look. He was impaled against the wall by a spear that had pierced through his shoulder. The wound cearly wasn't fatal, but it didn't look fun.

A quiet chuckle filled the room. It came from… Bucky. His voice was low and raspy.

"Oh, you guys are screwed now." He was smiling.

The Dora Milaje entered the room. Their eyes were trained on Walker. Predators stalking their prey.

Walker backed up toward were Lemar was stuck, his hands up as if he was ready to fist fight all of them.

"You've gotten yourself into a mess White Wolf." Ayo said, not taking her eyes off Walker.

One of the women walked up behind Sam and stabbed through his restraints with ease. He jumped from his chair and ran over to Bucky – the Dora Milaje can handle themselves. Walker scrambled to pick up the shield from the floor and moved to strike.

The fight had begun.

"Bucky!" Sam tried to rip the metal off his friend's metal arm but it was barely moving. "I'm gonna need some help with this Buck."

Bucky used all his strength to pull his arm up as Sam tried to pull too. After a couple seconds, his arm was free. He was then able to quickly rip the rest of his restraints off, but it left him short of breath. The soldier moved to stand but started to fall forward. Sam caught him and started to brace him as he walked.

Sam looked to the commotion on the other side of the room, but it was already over. Walker lay unconscious on the floor.

Deciding that there was no point in them trying to race out of there anymore, Sam helped Bucky lean his back against the wall.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. He looked Bucky up and down and say that he was still shaking, and his breathing was thin and raspy.

"Fantastic."

'Sarcasm must be a good sign.' He thought. 'It must be.'

"We can't help him in Wakanda." Ayo stated as she walked up to the pair. She had no emotion on her face, but Sam could tell she cared. "Our people have not forgotten Zemo's crimes."

Bucky looked to her, "We need him."

She considered this for a moment.

"You have 12 hours. After that, we will come for him."

Bucky nodded, "Thank you."