Sitting in the office, he spun around on his chair to look to the corner where the TV sat against the wall. The afternoon was slowly upon them and by that evening Evelyn Morris would have been missing for twenty-four hours. He flattened out the blue tie he wore against his white shirt, letting it fall down loosely. He had only gotten about three hours sleep, spending his evening threatening James Barnes by creating that video of Evelyn being beaten and then the phone call the following morning to him. But it was all part of the plan. Of course, he knew that the Winter Soldier was a reformed man. Everyone had read that piece of news.

But there had to be something inside of him still. There had to be a part of him that was weak enough to revert back to being what he was. He worried that would happen if they had simply tried to take him. There was the fact that he could easily dispose of anyone who was sent to take him alive. But he wouldn't be so brash if he had something worth saving. Evelyn Morris had truly been a godsend.

"The D.C. police department are growing increasingly concerned surrounding the disappearance of a young woman named Evelyn Morris. The young woman was at home last night when an unknown intruder broke into her apartment and is rumoured to have taken her. The police urge anyone with any information to come forward."

His eyes snapped to the screen and he saw the young woman's image. It was of her by the Potomac, sitting on a bench and smiling with sunglasses on the top of her head. She looked care free and young, nothing like the state of her today.

"Martin said that she identified him to her friends she had been talking to."

"Why did Martin not close the computer before she had chance?" he responded, turning in his chair to look at the large man on the sofa underneath his painting of Paris. The man shrugged back, arms dangling by his side and a toothpick in his mouth. He pulled it out, tossing it into the bin and then reaching into his pocket for his chewing gum.

"Said that he was worried she had gotten away. Plus he was hidden. She pulled his mask off and tugged down his jacket and identified him before he knocked her out," he responded.

"Smart bitch."

"He was wearing his uniform. If her friends have been in contact with the police then they will know he was wearing his polo shirt with the company logo. They'll be sniffing around here in no time…and so will he."

"Him we want sniffing around," he responded. "But the police we don't. On the surface they'll see a small pharmaceutical company, but we don't need them sniffing further than that or seeing what we are doing in the lab. None of that would be, shall we say, beneficial for what we have planned."

"Then what do you suggest?" he asked him.

Sighing, the man moved from his chair and buttoned up his suit jacket. He raked a hand through his thin, greying hair and ran a hand over the stubble on his chin. He peered out of the window and looked out over D.C. He could make out Washington Monument in the distance, the Potomac flowing steadily as well. Pressing his hands together, he placed them against his mouth and nodded his head. His thin lips let out a sigh and his beady brown eyes remained scanning the view in front of him.

"Take care of Martin," he decided. "He never worked here, are we understood?"

"Any preferred method?" he enquired and stood up.

Waving a hand, the man in the suit brushed him off. "Quickly and without fuss. When the police come you can send them up. Whatever her friend heard her yell must have been wrong…no one by Martin's description works here. Understood?"

"Perfectly."

….

Driving down the highway, Bucky sat in the passenger side seat. The radio hummed softly as Sam drove them towards the location they had been given. Bucky's gaze remained out of the window, his eyes scanning the vehicles passing him by.

"I called this guy I've been working with. His name is Torres. He knows of a number of terrorist organisations who have been working hard after the blip to take things back to how they were."

Bucky turned his gaze onto Sam, staring at him for a few moments. "Evelyn mentioned something like that," he said. "She said that there were people who wanted that. Do you think that they have something to do with taking her?"

"Hey, I don't known, man," Sam responded to Bucky, not wanting to get his hopes up about anything. "But if they are after your blood to recreate the super soldier that would be a good start to taking us back to the time before the blip. An army that no one could fight…but I asked Torres to look into it for us some more. See if he can find anything else out about this company."

Bucky grunted and Sam suspected that was as close to a thank you as he was going to get.

"In other news, Washington D.C. police department are asking anyone who might have any information about a missing woman to come forward. Twenty-eight year old Evelyn Morris-"

"-Turn that up," Bucky quickly said and Sam reached out, turning the radio up to hear the rest of the report.

"…was feared to have been taken from her apartment in D.C. The police state that Miss Morris, a museum curator, is a number one priority and they are urgently seeking anyone to come forward who might have more information."

The report broke away then to another news story and Sam turned the radio back down. "If the police are looking into this then that's good. It gives added pressure."

"Her friend will have told them what Evelyn told her," Bucky said. "They'll be looking into this company just as we are doing. We need to move quickly, Sam. If they get wind of the police being suspicious then who knows what they will to do her."

Bucky longed to punch the dashboard in frustration. But he knew that would do no good. He had to be calm and rational about all of this. Sam took a deep breath and nodded his head. He knew what they were up against and he was willing to stay with Bucky until all of this had been sorted. He only hoped that it didn't take long. He parked a good block away from the building where they had been given the coordinates and Bucky looked to him.

"You get her before you get me," Bucky demanded from him. "I mean it, Sam. She is the number one priority. I can handle myself."

"I know you can," Sam said. He had seen him do that numerous times before. "But if these people get your blood and are able to recreate this serum then that is a big problem for us, Bucky. I mean…we need S.H.I.E.L.D. in on this too. They need to know that this is happening."

"And they will when Evelyn is safe," Bucky responded. "There are only so many scientists out there who are able to do this. They need to be watched more closely because I might not be the only super soldier out there, Sam."

Sam frowned. "You're saying there are more of you?"

"I'm saying it is possible," Bucky said, "and we need to be careful. No one can ever recreate that serum. The people who want to recreate it don't use it for good. They don't use it to create Steve. The use it to create me instead."

Sam looked on as Bucky grabbed the earpiece from his pocket and tossed it to Sam.

"You're good, right?" Sam checked with Bucky, not liking it when he went to this dark place. He could see him thinking. He could tell that he was worried that he would end up just as he had been before. But he was a different man. He just needed to give himself a little more trust.

"Will be once she is free," Bucky confirmed. "They'll pat me down for weapons before I get in there. I can't have an earpiece in but I have a listening device hidden in my inside pocket. It's small and they shouldn't find it. Listen in and make sure you pick up what you can."

"You sure I can't come in there with you?" Sam asked from him.

Bucky shook his head. "I don't know what they'll do if I bring backup," he responded. "Wait here and listen."

"We'll get her out of this, Buck," Sam said as Bucky pushed the door open. "I promise."

Bucky simply said nothing. He took off, walking quickly to the destination. He had his knife in his trouser pocket and a gun the other side of it. He knew there was no way he was taking them in, but he had expected they would be expecting to find him with weapons. It would look strange if he didn't have them.

He looked up to the building as he approached, noting that it was nothing special. If anything it looked like it could be an office anywhere without standing out. There was a large car park that was filled with cars and a small outhouse building with barriers controlling who entered and left. Bucky didn't know how this worked or was supposed to work. He walked up to the outhouse building and saw a man leant against it, chewing gum with one leg kicked against the wall. He had sunglasses on his face and wore a leather jacket with jeans. His hair was slicked back and Bucky swore he recognised him, noticing the build of him and comparing it with the build of the man who had beaten Evelyn.

"We've been expecting you," he spoke and Bucky kept his face stoic, refusing to let him see emotion. "Follow me. We'll have to go in the back way to avoid the CCTV cameras."

Bucky did as requested, following him behind the outbuilding and round the back. He was right. There were no CCTV cameras or anything around to pick him up. Walking to a set of fire escape doors that were ajar, the man slipped through and into a tiled corridor, folding his sunglasses into his pocket. Bucky looked around, wondering where Evelyn could be. Was she even in this building?

Walking to the end of the corridor, he hit the button to the elevator and stepped in. The space was small and enclosed, Bucky able to breath in the man's aftershave as he stood by his side.

"Your girl is in pretty bad shape," he said and Bucky knew what this was. He was taunting him. He was trying to get a rise out of him. But Bucky wouldn't do that. He would keep calm for Evelyn. "She's crying now…pretty thing, isn't she? Even when she's crying there's something quite fetching about her. I can't promise to be careful with her, but she might enjoy me after a while…people do desperate things when they hit their lowest…who knows what she'll offer me?"

Bucky's jaw tensed and his hands clenched by his side, the leather gloves squelching with the movement. The man continued chewing his gum loudly and turned his gaze onto Bucky, his lips curling. Bucky remained looking straight ahead, knowing that the man was enjoying this.

He said nothing more as the elevator chimed and the doors opened on the twelfth floor. Stepping out, Bucky followed him down another corridor before they came to a wooden door. There was nothing else in this corridor. It was completely empty except for that door. The man knocked on it and entered after a moment. Bucky cautiously followed him in and his eyes darted around. It was a large office with a big glass desk in front of a wall filled with books and ornaments. There was a computer on the desk and some paperwork. A TV hung in the corner and a sofa sat against the other wall. Another door was next to the sofa and Bucky suspected that would be the main door, not the back way out.

Sat in a leather chair was the man Bucky had seen on the company's website. He had greying hair and his chin and cheeks were covered in stubble. His eyes were unnerving and beady, his lips thin and expressed in a smirk. He looked thin and tall, like he would be no use to anyone in a fight.

"Mr Barnes," he spoke and motioned to one of the deep, leather seats across from his desk as his associate sat on the sofa. "Please take a seat."

Bucky walked cautiously to the seat and sat down, not making himself comfortable. "Where is she?" he demanded.

"Oh, she's safe, don't worry," the man waved a hand, dismissing him. "I have to say, I was glad that you came. I thought that you might not. You know how the mind wanders sometimes. Seems I had no reason to fret."

"I want to see her," Bucky continued pushing.

"In good time."

"You think you'll get what you want without showing me her?" Bucky snapped.

The man sighed and nodded. He reached for the remote on his desk and aimed it at the TV, a ring covered hand pressing a button. The TV came to life and there she was. Bucky turned his head over his shoulder to be able to see her, noticing how she was laid on the floor, curled up. His eyes widened and his lips parted, seeing how her pale skin was marred in bruises. Her hair was matted around her head and her jumper slightly ripped on her arm. Her glasses had gone missing and Bucky wondered if she could even see anything.

"Happy?" the man demanded from Bucky.

"What did you do to her?" Bucky snarled, turning to look at him again.

"Nothing that should shock you, soldat," he hissed and Bucky finally confirmed that this was the man who had been talking to him on the phone and in the video. "You've done worse, haven't you? You've seen worse than that?"

Bucky firmly shook his head. "That's not who I am anymore."

"Really?" the man questioned.

"No," Bucky firmly said. "So before I even consider giving you what you want, you need to let her go."

The man chuckled. "Do you think we are that stupid?" he questioned Bucky. "So we let her run off and your friend Falcon can just…what? Make sure if she safe before you overpower all of us and kill us? We know that he is with you. No, that isn't how this is gong to go down."

Bucky looked at him, continuing to measure him up. "Then how is it going to go down?"

"She is staying with us until we have recreated the serum," he commented, lacing his fingers together on the desk and leaning forward, his jaw tight and his eyes fixed straight at Bucky. "Once we have everything we need from you then you can be free. Isn't that what you want? You want to be free from the worries…worrying that you can go back to what you were…"

Bucky remained mute. He had to be emotionless. He had to be completely on his guard.

"You don't think that you could ever be normal, do you?" he continued taunting him. "That you could ever have a normal life with her," he motioned to the screen and stood up, walking around his desk. He leant the back of his thighs against the desk and folded his arms. "How would it be? Going with her anywhere…visiting her friends…meeting her family…do you think that they could ever accept you? Do you think that they would be able to look at you without remembering what you were? They'll worry. Her parents…what father wants his daughter to be with a man who has murdered countless numbers of people?"

"Perhaps you're right," Bucky said to him and peered up to look him in the eye. "But she accepted me."

"Look at this," the man taunted, peering over to the one on the sofa, "it's like some shit fairy tale. Beauty and the Beast or something."

"Let her go," was all that Bucky said.

"When we have what we want," the man responded. "But you don't even know what that is, do you?"

"My blood," Bucky replied. "You want to recreate the serum."

"And do you know why?" he continued to push him and Bucky shrugged.

"There's always people who want to use it for bad…use it to hurt others…" Bucky responded.

"I have some more personal reasons," the man admitted to Bucky and began pacing to his window. Bucky watched him go, remaining in his seat as he continued speaking. "My mother was born in the former Soviet Union. I was only seven when she left. She claimed that she was going to go and get better. She had had cancer and there was a new facility where she said she could get treatment to cure her. We were naïve. We thought that she was right…but then she never came home. She never came home and we received word that she had died."

Bucky was silent. He was trying to search his brain to find out if this man reminded him of someone from his past.

"But I knew that there was something not quite right," he responded, wagging his finger. "I was sent to America to grow up with my aunt who had moved here. She raised me and when I became older I began hunting. I changed my name from Alex to Andrew and I began trying to find what had happened to my mother. What kind of facility simply says she dies and doesn't release her body?"

He continued to stare out of the window and Bucky contemplated what was going on.

"She was part of the Winter Soldier training program, wasn't she?" Bucky finally spoke and he turned around and looked to him. "Natalya," he remembered her name, but only vaguely. This man had her eyes. He had her jawline.

"So you do remember her?" he pushed.

"I remember all of them," Bucky said to him.

"The facility she had gone to was a fake," he continued. "I managed to find that much out. But as I kept following the trail to work out what had happened it led me to someone who was much richer and much more able to dig than me."

Bucky remained silent.

"Want to know who it was? It's someone who you know quite well. You spent sometime under his bidding if I remember right," he said, arms folded over his chest. "Zemo."

The man moved closer to Bucky still and he could see the anger on his face.

"He had all of the paperwork…knew where my mother was…what had happened to her," he continued. "He said that there was some kind of riot where they were training. He told me that you were the only survivor, how you had overpowered my mother. You were the one who killed her. It was you, not cancer, that took her from me."

Bucky shook his head. "That wasn't me," he responded, trying to bring his emotions into check.

"Then who was it?" he demanded from Bucky. "Because it sure as hell doesn't look like it was anyone else. You were the one who killed her. You took my mother from me."

"She…that wasn't your mother," Bucky warned him. "Your mother was gone the moment she entered that building. They took everything from them…their mind wasn't their own. She wasn't someone you would have recognised."

"Then how come you came out alive?" he demanded, pointing at Bucky, his face now contorted and full of anger. "How come you came out with your mind again and another chance at life?"

"I know," Bucky said to him, "it's not fair and I know that, but I cannot bring her back."

"Perhaps not," he said. "But I have spent all of these years hunting and I'll have my revenge. I can do that. I can avenge my mother's death."

"It won't make you feel any better," Bucky warned him, standing up and facing him. "Killing me won't make you feel any better. It won't bring your mother back either. Nothing will bring her back."

"Don't tell me how I will feel," Andrew hissed. "I can kill you as soon as your blood has proven to be useful. As soon as they have no more need for you then you are gone. You are mine and I'll kill you. Only then will she be released."

"She's-"

"-There's no negotiating here," Andrew snapped, the anger still evident in his voice as he looked at Bucky, his teeth bared. "This is exactly what will happen. Do you think that you're in charge here? Do you think that you have any control over what goes on? No…let me remind you of that."

Bucky wondered what he was going to do before he reached for his phone. He sent a message and dropped it onto the desk once more. He turned to the screen in the corner and Bucky followed his gaze. It was only a moment later when a man entered the cell Evelyn was being held in. He grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. She yelled in pain, her screams coming from the TV as the man drew a gun and pressed it to her temple.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bucky roared, looking at him.

"Consider this a warning," Andrew said, "that you're not the one running things."

"Let her go!"

It was a moment later when the gun moved just behind her body and a shot was fired. Evelyn's blood curdling scream echoed through the room and Bucky let out a sharp gasp as the bullet hit the wall. The man tossed Evelyn back to the floor and walked out. She continued panting loudly, unable to control herself as she sobbed on the ground.

"She's not here, either," Andrew said, standing behind Bucky, whispering into his ear. "Did you think that we would keep her where we do all of our business? Oh no. She's somewhere you won't find her so don't even think of overpowering us and running around here to find her. If any of my men get so much of a whiff of something being wrong then they will kill her."

Bucky's mouth dried out and his eyes closed for a moment. Once he opened them, he looked back to the TV and saw Evelyn on the ground. He nodded his head and hoped that Sam had gotten everything. Because Bucky knew that he wasn't coming out of there. He only hoped that Sam had enough intel to be able to find wherever this bastard was keeping Evelyn.

"I'll do what you want," Bucky said. "But my blood…what is it for?"

"An organisation that wants it," he said. "But that's not your concern. Once they have their army you'll be long gone by that stage. The world will just have to burn without you watching."

Bucky remained silent.

"Matty," Andrew said to the man in the corner. He stood up and nodded, tossing his gum into the bin before moving to Bucky. "Put him in the cage and give him the phone. He can keep her company and we need to fly in Marcel from Germany now that we have him."

"On it," Matty said. "Come on, soldier, move out."

Bucky followed him, still having his weapons on him but knowing they were pointless. And the two men knew that as well. So long as they had Evelyn, he wasn't going to do anything brash.

…..

Evelyn had asked to use the bathroom and they had told her to make it quick. They had blindfolded her and dragged her down corridors until she came to the bathroom. She didn't need to be blindfolded. Her glasses had been lost ages ago and she could hardly see anything unless it was in front of her face. The bathroom was quite large and looked more like the bathrooms you would find in an office block. She fought against the aching bones in her body as she looked around for any sign of something that would help her work out where she was. The windows were completely boarded up. She wondered if this building even had people working in it or if it was abandoned. She quickly used the bathroom in one of the stalls and looked around, trying to narrow her gaze. She felt around the room for anything that might be useful. She found the bin in the stall and saw that there was trash. It was disgusting, she knew, but she was desperate. And then she heard it. There was a loud banging noise that came from outside. It happened again and she froze. It sounded like demolition. It sounded like something was being destroyed.

A bang on the door to the bathroom broke her from her thoughts. "Hurry it up!"

She flushed the toilet and washed her shaking hands before he came in and blindfolded her again, dragging her back to her cell. Every bone in her body ached and that gunshot had been the final thing that had caused her to sob in fear. She had no idea why that man had shot behind her, but she suspected it was for show. It was to warn Bucky.

It was another hour before the man returned, holding onto a phone. He tossed it into her cell without another word and she looked down to it. It was connected to a call already. She pressed it to her ear and remained silent.

"Evelyn?"

"Bucky?" she responded, her tears now falling freely down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry…Bucky…what is going on?"

"Hey, you have no reason to apologise," he said firmly to her. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise."

"Where are you?" she asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffing loudly.

"I'm doing as they ask," he said.

He waited for her to respond, sitting down in the reinforced glass box they had secured him in. He bent one leg up, his arm dangling over it. They had taken his weapons from him eventually, patting him down to see if he had anymore. Thankfully they hadn't found the hidden listening device. He knew that Sam was still listening to him.

"No," Evelyn snapped at him down the phone. "Bucky, why did you do that?"

"Why do you think?" he asked her. "They sent me the tape, Evelyn. They showed me what they had done to you. There was no way I could just sit by and do nothing."

"That's exactly what you should have done," she snapped back to him and he sighed, closing his eyes. "Bucky, they want your blood. I don't know why, but my guess is that it isn't for anything good."

"They want to recreate the super soldier serum," he told her. "The man who kidnapped you is working for someone else. I don't know who, but they're the ones who want my blood…he just wants to kill me for what I did."

Evelyn went silent, still laid on her side as she kept a hand under her cheek. Bucky was silent too, waiting for her to ask him what he had done.

"It wasn't you," she whispered. "Whatever you did…that wasn't you."

"You're the only one who sees it that way," Bucky replied. "He wants revenge for his mother. He'll let you go once I am dead, Evelyn."

"Do you really think so?" Evelyn asked him. "Bucky, they're not going to let me leave here either. I know too much…I'm a liability…they'll kill me. They're just using me to get to you. You…I didn't want you to come."

"No one is going to kill you," Bucky said, knowing that he had to be careful. He couldn't give too much away, aware that the phone he had would be bugged. "Evelyn, I won't let them do that. You're going to walk out of this and you're going to live your life. You're going to move on."

"Don't ask me to do that," she said to him.

"I have to," Bucky said. "You're here because of me, Evelyn. I put you in this position and I'm no good for you. I've been with you a week and that's already been proven."

"Don't," was all she could urge from him.

"It hurts me too, sweetheart," he promised her and he almost longed to see the blush on her face. "This has probably been the best week I've had since coming back despite the circumstances…talking to you…getting to know you…for a moment I thought that I could have it. I thought that I could have that date with you and things would be normal. I had it all planned out and everything."

Bucky closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't care if he got out of this. He only cared that Evelyn got out. That was all that mattered to him now. And so he let himself imagine. He could almost picture Evelyn in his mind. Not the broken Evelyn that he had seen, but the woman who had been at the bar with him, the woman who bit her bottom lip when she was concentrating at work. He could see her so clearly.

"What was it?" Evelyn asked him in a whisper.

"You'd never been ice skating before," Bucky said. "I remember when you were drinking at the bar you told me that you'd always wanted to go but you'd always been clumsy on two feet never mind sticking blades on them. Besides, you parents had been protective, telling you it was dangerous."

"They just know how clumsy I am," Evelyn said to him.

"So I was going to take you ice skating," Bucky told her. "It was an excuse, really. I've never been either, but I suspect that I'd be okay with my balance and with me being…well…me," he said. "And that way I could have held you…I could have been the one who helped you balance and learn to skate and I knew that you'd have that beautiful blush on your face whenever I got close. I wanted to see that so much."

He let out a shaky breath and continued.

"We'd walk back to your apartment, picking up pizza from that place round the corner from you and we'd laugh about how terrible you were at ice skating. And then we'd be back at your place and we'd just eat pizza and watch that terrible TV show you insisted on putting on."

"It's not terrible," she defended.

"It really is," Bucky said to her. "And I'd leave later that night…probably after giving you a quick peck on the cheek because I'm a gentleman and horrifically old fashioned. And then I'd turn up to the next date with flowers for you, knowing that it would make you blush again."

"I don't blush," she lied.

Bucky chuckled. "You definitely do," he said to her. "And I like it. I admit I'd try to say a lot just to see it. It's endearing…really."

"It's so unfair that you use that against me as a tell tale sign," she said to him.

"Nah," Bucky promised her. "Believe me, I have tell tale signs as well when it comes to you. I can't stop this feeling I get in my stomach whenever I see you smile at me like you do. And it…it makes me feel like I am the only one you smile like that for…like I am the only thing that matters. You make me feel that when I am with you."

"Bucky," she whispered his name. "There has to be a way out of this…because I can't…I want that. I want that with you."

"I know, sweetheart," he said. "But there will be a way out of this for you. I swear it."

"How?" she asked. "I went to the bathroom earlier and I tried to find something…anything…but there was nothing. I have no idea where I am. All I heard was a loud bang outside that sounded like something was being demolished…and the building shook, I swear."

Bucky's ears pricked up then. "You heard demolition works…if the ground shook then that had to be big…"

"I think so," Evelyn said to him. "But what does that matter, Bucky? They have you and I have no chance of escaping."

"It matters," Bucky promised her. "Because you're going to be fine. I'll make sure of it. Just…just talk to me for as long as you can, deal?"

"Deal," Evelyn replied.

"Deal," he agreed.

….

Sam had listened in on everything, amazed that Bucky's plan had actually worked. He had heard who this man was and why he wanted revenge. The fact that he wanted Bucky's blood for some other organisation alarmed Sam and he text Torres as he listened into the conversation, asking him if there was any group that would want to create more super soldiers. He waited for Torres to get back to him before he heard Bucky yell loudly.

Sam gripped onto the steering wheel, closing his eyes as he heard a gunshot in the room. But no one had been harmed. It had been a shot that had been a warning. Sam listened to Bucky demand for Evelyn to go free. He listened to them and finally he got a name. Marcel. They were flying Marcel in from Germany. Sam reached for his tablet and began typing ferociously on it, seeing what he could find out.

Bucky went silent then and it was only as Sam discovered that Marcel was Albert Marcel, a famous German scientist, did he message Torres again with the information. They had to stop Marcel from getting anywhere near this facility without arousing suspicion and getting Evelyn back in the process.

Sam almost felt that he was violating Bucky's privacy as he heard the super solder begin to speak again, talking to Evelyn. Sam frowned. This must be the phone they had mentioned for him to keep her company. Sam had no idea that Bucky could be so smooth, but the way he was talking to Evelyn was exactly that. He was telling her all about the date that he wanted to take her on and Sam felt the emotion in his voice. And Sam felt himself becoming emotional as Bucky explained it so vividly. It felt personal, but Sam had to keep listening in case he got any more information. In that time, Torres responded to him, telling him that he was onto Marcel and finding out who he was affiliated with.

And then there came the nugget. Bucky spoke, clearly echoing something Evelyn had said. She was being held near a demolition site, or so she thought. She had heard something that sounded like it and the ground had shook. Sam's lips arched as he began searching for anywhere near D.C. where demolition would be taking place. If he could narrow his search then he could find her.

"Hang on, Buck," Sam urged, talking to himself. "I'll get your girl…and you."

….

A/N: Not sure if anyone is reading or if updates are too fast - but do let me know what you think, would mean a lot!