The police motorcade that takes us to our destination is unreal. I sit silently in a seat behind Steve and in front of Sam, T'Challa is on the right side in another seat. I'm uneasy of the vehicle they put Bucky in. They're literally taking no chances with him. They placed him in a chair, fashioned with cuffs for his arms on the armrests, harness around his chest. The chair is inside of a box and loaded in a bullet proof truck. We speed down the road. Sirens blaring from every vehicle.
"So, you like cats?" Sam breaks the awkward silence. I can't stand to even look at T'Challa.
"Sam." Steve whispers, turning his head.
"What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat, and you don't wanna know more?" Sam has a point.
Steve's head turns towards T'Challa, "Your suit...it's vibranium?"
T'Challa turns in Steve's direction, "The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle, passed from warrior to warrior." He glares at me before turning his attention back to the front of the vehicle. "And now, because your friend murdered my father...I also wear the mantle of king. So, I ask you...as both warrior and king...how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?" He turns to look at Steve, Steve returns his gaze.
I start to interject. "Not now, Charlie." Steve whispers back to me.
We pull into the building, watching them load Bucky into a secret location. Steve pulls at my hand and leads me out of the van, he turns his back to look at where they're taking Bucky. I look in front of me and see her with another man and three security personnel. I drop my hand from Steve as he turns and sees why. Her. I turn back to look at Bucky, strapped into his personal prison. I sigh and he gives me a sad look. His charming demeanor from earlier completely gone. His eyes face back forward. Steve, Sam, T'Challa and myself walk towards her and the other men.
"What's gonna happen to him?" Steve asks.
"Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition." The man answers.
"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander." She answers the question in mine and Steve's eyes.
"What about a lawyer?"
"Lawyer. That's funny." Ross responds. "See that their weapons are placed in lockup." He speaks to the security personnel, and returns his annoyed face back to Steve, "We'll write you a receipt."
Security walks past us holding each of our gear. "I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that." Sam scoffs towards Ross. Ross and her leads us forward to another location. Steve and I turn one last time to look at Bucky, he shakes his head and turns back around, lacing his fingers in mine. I mouth sorry back to Bucky before turning back to follow her.
"You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell. Now, do me a favor, stay in it?" Ross' arrogant tone is directed mostly at us.
T'Challa is the one who responds, "I don't intend on going anywhere." He wants to kill Bucky. Bile rises up in my throat.
Nat walks towards us and stops beside me, "For the record, this is what making things worse looks like." She gives me a smile and pushes her shoulder into mine.
"He's alive." Steve responds not turning his gaze towards her, just walks forward. I hear Tony's voice, and suddenly I feel like a child.
"No, Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup."
"Try not to break anything while we fix this." Nat marches off into another room.
"Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences." Tony's eyes turn on me and down to mine and Steve's hands, before glaring back up at Steve. He saunters towards us. "Obviously you can quote me on that, because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir." He takes the phone off his ear and walks directly in front of us. Sam and Steve move closer to either side of me.
"Consequences?" Steve asks looking at Tony.
"Secretary Ross wants you three prosecuted. Had to give him something."
"I'm not getting that shield back, am I?"
Nat returns, "Technically, it's the government's property. Wings and guns too." She smiles back at us. I bite my lip shaking my head.
"That's cold." Sam responds.
"Warmer than jail." They walk off, leading us into another room with surveillance footage on multiple screens, multiple angles, in Bucky's cell. Mine and Steve's eyes spot the one just on Bucky. I can't remove my eyes from him.
"Hey, you wanna see something cool? I pulled something from Dad's archives." Tony walks over to us, and Steve drops my hand, pulling out a chair for me. I sit and he joins me on the other side. "Felt timely. FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941." He lays down a pouch with two pens. I look up at Steve, and back up to Tony. He wants us to sign the Accords. "Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most."
Steve shakes his head smiling, "Some would say it brought our country closer to war."
"See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here." Tony scoffs. "I'm trying to...what do you call it? That's it. That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?" He focuses his eyes on me, furrowing his brows.
"Is Pepper here? I didn't see her." Steve tries changing the subject.
"We're kinda...well, not kinda..."
"Pregnant?" I ask, Steve smiles over to him.
"No. Definitely not. We're taking a break." Steve shifts his body and lays a hand on my thigh. Tony just stares at Steve's hand. A sadness creeping up in his eyes. His eyes meet mine. "It's nobody's fault."
"I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know." I respond; Tony focuses on Steve now.
"A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to mop up Hydra...and then Ultron. My fault. And then, and then, and then, I never stopped." He focuses back on me. I see now why he doesn't like me and Steve together. He sees him and Pepper's future and how because of the job he lost her, not physically, but out of his life. He turns back to Steve, "Because the truth is I don't wanna stop. I don't want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference. In her defense, I'm a handful. You know how that is right, Charlie." I look up at him as he stands pacing around the room. Steve starts to interject, but Tony ignores him, continuing his train of thought. "Yet, dad was a pain in the ass, but he and mom always made it work." He turns and looks away from us.
"You know, I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single."
Tony's voice slightly raises, annoyance in his tone, "Oh, really? You two knew each other? He never mentioned that." He grabs at his jacket, readying himself to complete his three piece suit. "Maybe only a thousand times. God, I hated you."
Steve cocks his head up to look at Tony. His voice is laced with regret. "I don't mean to make things difficult."
"I know, because you're a very polite person, huh Charlie."
"If I see a situation pointed south...I can't ignore it." Tony walks behind us, and Steve shifts his seat to follow his movements. He comes and stands behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Sometimes I wish I could."
"No, you don't. Look how you got Charlie involved in your mess."
Steve shakes his head looking down and at his hand on my thigh. He sighs out a laugh. "No, I don't."
"He didn't ask me to get involved Tony. I chose to." His grip on my shoulders tightens before dropping his hands completely.
"Sometimes...sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. Both of you. We can make the last twenty-four hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych-center...instead of a Wakandan prison." Steve picks up one of the pens. I turn my body to face him, shocked. He gets up out of his seat, turning away from Tony. Tony crosses his arms, and lightly kicks at the wheels of my chair.
Steve turns to look at me, our eyes meeting, and looks back up at Tony. "I'm not saying it's impossible...but there would have to be safeguards."
"Sure." Tony responds excited about where Steve is taking the conversation. "Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended. I'd file a motion to have you, Charlie, Sam, and Wanda reinstated. We can explain Charlie's involvement with Barnes, he held her captive...."
He mentioned Wanda's reinstatement. Steve catches my eyes thinking the same thing. "Wanda? What about Wanda?" I turn my seat to look at him and ask, anger pulsing through my veins.
"She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company."
I push my chair back, standing up, glowering down at Tony, "Oh, God, Tony. Every time I think you see things the right way..." Steve scrunches his face at Tony. I move to Steve's side.
"It's 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people."
"Protection? Is that how you see this?" Now Steve is glaring down at Tony, hand on his hip. Clearly annoyed. "This is protection? It's internment, Tony."
"She's not a US citizen. And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction." Tony's voice raises as he looks at us, hoping we understand things from his point of view.
"Oh, come on, Tony. She's a kid!" Steve shouts. Tears form in my eyes. What did I do by leaving her behind?
Tony looks at me on the verge of tears. "Give me a break!" He shouts at us. "I'm doing what has to be done. To stave off something worse."
"You keep telling yourself that." Steve glances at me, seeing my pain at Wanda being held captive. He places his hand on the small of my back, and slides it into my hand, pulling me towards Tony and the table, placing the pen back. "Hate to break up the set." He heads towards the door.
"Charlie." Tony calls to me. I stop and look back at him. "Talk some sense into him." I shake my head no, "I won't." I whisper. Steve pulls at my hand to follow him. I comply, not turning back to look at Tony.
Steve leads us into another room, still surveillance screens can be seen, of different angles of where they're holding Bucky. He turns to face me, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He pulls back and lifts my chin to look up at him. "I've got you." He says, "I know." I whisper. He engulfs me in another hug, before we turn our attention to the screens. And Sam follows into the room, and sits at one of the chairs at the table. Steve and myself standing close to the screens.
We're looking at the screens, but there's no sound. I guess we're not privvy to that information. My eyes bounce from screen to screen, reading Bucky's face. He's blank. She walks in, and hands papers to Sam. I hear her voice crawl up my spine, "The receipt for your gear." I don't turn to look at her.
"Bird costume? Come on." Sam reads over the receipts.
"I didn't write it." She responds. I feel her eyes on me and Steve. I will not look at her. She must have turned on the audio for us, because now I can hear what they're saying. While I'm thankful, I will not acknowledge her.
Steve turns around to silently thank her, "I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are James?" My eyes never leave the screens, but Steve just now turns back to look at me and then returns to the screens. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James."
"My name is Bucky." Steve stares up into the screen, realizing he is indeed Bucky Barnes and not currently the Winter Soldier. He looks at the picture of Bucky taken at the bombing in Vienna, studies it shortly before handing it to me.
"Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?" He voices his thoughts.
"Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?" She answers.
"Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. You got seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier." I turn my focus to Steve realizing what he's saying. Bucky told us he wasn't in Vienna. Steve believes him. I believe him.
"You're saying someone framed him to find him?" She looks over to Steve.
"Steve, we looked for the guy for two years, and found nothing." Sam looks up at Steve.
"We didn't bomb the UN. That turns a lot of heads."
"Yeah, but that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would." I turn back to look at the screens. I don't want to hear her voice anymore. I believe Steve is correct.
"Yeah." Steve focuses back on the screens again. My eyes move from the screen with Bucky, to just the screen with psychologist. His back is to the camera.
"Tell me, Bucky, you've seen a great deal, haven't you?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop." He's antagonizing Bucky. "Don't worry, we only have to talk about one."
He goes silent. "I don't like this, Steve." I look back at Sam, he's growing uncomfortable too. Steve clenches his jaw. The power goes off in the building. I look back over at Steve and turn to look at Sam. Steve's eyes wander around the room for a moment. And then meeting hers.
"Sub-level five, East Wing." She gives us Bucky's location and we start to head for the door.
"Charlie, stay here." Steve commands. I don't comply.
"Where you go, I go." And with that he runs out the door, me and Sam following behind. We make our way through the winding building to find Bucky. Something is very wrong. And it wasn't an accident. We stop at the door where Bucky is being held and there's a guard laying on the floor. "That can't be good." I reply.
"Charlie, stay behind me and Sam." I roll my eyes. I don't comply. I continue to walk beside Steve. He turns to me. "We don't have time for this princess. Listen to your Captain, and stay behind me and Sam." I comply. Sam gives me a knowing glance and I whisper for him to shut up. We go into another room, me behind the men, and there's bodies everywhere. This isn't good. I knew it wasn't an accident.
"Help me." Steve rushes over to the psychiatrist. "Help." He's a bad actor, but Steve still stealthily walks to him. My eyes roam around the room trying to locate Bucky.
"Get up." Steve glares down at him. Grabbing him by his lapels he shoves him against the wall. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"To see an empire fall." Sam begins to go into the room. I attempt to pull him back. This isn't right. As soon as Sam walks into the room I see him glance to the right before a metal arm comes at him. He ducks and the fist crashes on the side of the door where Sam was, right in front of me. The Winter Soldier. This isn't Bucky. Sam stands up to fight him, he misses his face, and the Winter Soldier uses his left hand to grab at his neck throwing him forwards towards Bucky's personal prison.
Sam's knocked out, I start to come in before Steve yells at me, "Charlie, no!" As he rushes towards the Winter Soldier, ducking before the Winter Soldier can make contact. Steve stands back up and starts throwing punches. The Winter Soldier favors his left arm. The metal one. He intends to kill. He kicks at Steve pushing him in the room I'm in and I jump out of the way. Readying myself to be behind the Winter Soldier. Steve looks back at me urging me not to join in on the fight, while he continues throwing punches and kicking at Winter. He's kicking Steve out of the room. I follow. Winter still hasn't noticed me. He kicks at Steve, pushing him into elevator doors. Using his left hand to punch at Steve. Steve catches it and pushes back. Winter then pushes him through the elevator doors and he falls down. My eyes go wide as I run to the elevator Winter stalking away. His job here is done. I hear Steve groan as he lands and look down at him. He spots my eyes, he's okay. I turn to leave after Winter. "Charlie, no!" I don't comply.
With both Sam and Steve down, I quietly move behind Winter. If hears me he doesn't make it known. I follow him into a lunch hall, where I run into Tony. "Where have you been?" He asks. I look around the corner at Winter, still fighting everyone he comes into contact with.
"Looking for him." I motion to the Winter Soldier.
"Where's your handlers?"
"Uhh, they're kind of preoccupied right now."
"Charlie, I need you to stand down."
"Why does everybody keep telling me that? First Steve. Now you?"
"Steve's doing it to protect you." He glances at Winter. "I'm doing it to protect myself from Steve."
"Good thing I don't have to listen to you." I move to a different location, hiding, and Tony follows. "Stop protecting me."
"Can I not protect us both?" With that he pushes buttons on his watch pulling it over his hands, covering the hands but the tips of his fingers.
"You should have brought the full suit."
"I was supposed to be non-combative." I roll my eyes at him. He jumps out of our hiding place and fires a sound wave towards Winter causing him to stop. Tony goes closer to him, fighting him. Winter grabs a gun and points it at Tony.
"No!" I shout, myself coming from the hiding place. Winter hesitates slightly to look at me. Tony places his hand over the gun and when Winter fires it doesn't hit Tony, the cover on his hand protecting him. Tony's eyes wide, and I'm thankful, he pulls the gun apart and smacking Winter across the face, Winter returns with an elbow to his face and kicking him to a chair.
She pushes me out of the way before I can reach Winter and begins fighting him. I'm not worried about her so I focus on Tony running to his side helping him up. Alright, the Winter Soldier has just about taken down everyone I care about. That's enough. He pushes her out of the way and I run at him kicking at his stomach and then his crotch. Propelling my legs to swing so I can kick at his face. She stands back up, pushing me out of the way again before kicking him. He catches her kick and throws her out of the way and onto a table.
His focus is back on me. I run at him kicking my legs up around his neck, straddling his shoulders, I begin hitting at his head. He slams my back on a table. Placing his metal arm around my neck, squeezing. He smiles down at me. "You could at least recognize your doll." I'm able to barely squeeze out. He loosens his grip around my neck, hesitating. T'Challa comes up behind him and begins kicking. I lay on the table choking out air. He marches upstairs and T'Challa and I follow him. T'Challa separates in a different direction from me. Running up and jumping down in front of Winter, continuing to fight him before they tumble down a flight of stairs. T'Challa wants the fight back on the ground, so I run back down to ground floor. Winter is pushed off a flight of stairs and lands on his feet beside me. I stand my ground, I got to punch him but without missing a beat he marches angrily over to me, grabs my hand mid swing and picks me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Not again. I lash out hitting and kicking at him. He doesn't stop just marches to his destination.
He takes us up to the rooftop where there's a helipad and chopper, throwing me in. I kick at him and try to get out. He grabs at my cheeks. "Stop." he screams. I momentarily comply. He starts pushing buttons, and I see Steve swing a door open. Winter looks over to him and starts powering up the helicopter. "Steve!" I scream. Winter glares back at me, daring me to scream again. Steve rushes up to the helicopter pulling down on the landing skids, using his body to ground us. Winter pulls the lever further away, almost dragging Steve, across the helipad.
"Stop." I glare over at him. "Don't hurt him...please." I look up into his eyes, they stare at me momentarily. I feel like I almost seen Bucky. He shakes his eyes off my gaze and glares back down at Steve. He holds on to the helicopter and railing, refusing to let us leave. Winter smiles back down at him. Steve is successful in his attempts to ground us. I see Winter about to pull the lever to hit Steve with the blades. "NO!" I scream at him, kicking him. He still moves it closer to Steve. I see him jump out of the way. Blades barely missing my Captain. The chopper loses control, and spins on its side. When it stops, I can see Steve from the window. Winter punches out the window grabbing at Steve's neck with his left hand. I begin hitting him in the neck over and over again screaming, "Don't hurt him." He swings the hand not holding Steve at me, hitting me across the face. I don't stop. I feel the chopper falling to the water below. I brace myself for the impact. We crash into the water. Winter hitting his head on the cockpit window, blacked out cold. I pull at his body to get us out, Steve reaches for me and grabs at Winter's shoulder. We both swim him to the surface.
Steve pulls Winter out of my grasp and we swim to the edge. He hauls Winter out, reaching a hand out for me to take. "We need to find Sam and a hiding place." Steve says.
"Get us a car, I'll go get Sam." I jog off looking for Sam, he spots me and runs. "Let's go." It isn't long until we find Steve. Winter is still out cold and in the back of the car. I climb in the back with him. His body slumps down into my lap. Sam gets in the front and we go in search of an abandoned building. I look down at him. He looks peaceful sleeping. I run my hands along his hairline, moving hair out of his face. Noticing the blood where his head hit the window, I use my shirt to clean it.
I remove my hand from his face and rest it on his shoulder, looking up in the mirror at Steve. "Are you okay?" He asks me.
"Peachy." I respond.
"Charlie..." Steve starts.
"No, you should really start trusting me."
"Trusting you to get caught by the Winter Soldier." I roll my eyes at him.
"Why won't he hurt me, Steve?" I look up at him. In all the time I've been around Bucky or the Winter Soldier. He won't hurt me, not like with the others.
"I don't know." His eyes move back to the road. I bite the side of my mouth. Sam sits in silence. Looking around to see where we can go.
We finally find a place; Steve carries Bucky's body and we go up to a higher floor. Thankfully there's a clamp to hold Bucky's arm, in case he's still the Winter Soldier. Steve sits his body to the side, and clamps his arm tightly. "Charlie, stay with him. If he wakes up not Bucky use your empathy." Him and Sam saunter away. Talking in whispers. I sit down crisscross and wait for Bucky to awake. I stretch and pop my neck, when I return my gaze back to Bucky I see his two beautiful eyes. He roams his gaze around the room before meeting my eyes. "Doll." He smiles.
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Bucky's POV:
I open my eyes to see her beautiful smiling face at me. Her warmth radiates at me, and I long to be closer to her. I look over at my arm and realize she, or they have clamped it down. Smart. Did I hurt her? There's an angry red mark across her face and bruises forming around her neck, and still she's beaming at me. "Doll." I whisper. Her smile gets bigger. She must like the pet name I gave her. I glance over at Steve, I sense that she belongs to him, but she still craves my closeness.
Her body shifts closer to me before she calls over, "Steve. He's awake." Steve and the other man come closer to where we are. She doesn't get up to move closer to Steve, she still sits on the dirty floor, looking at me. I let out a groan, grabbing at my left arm. She reaches out a hand, only to look back to Steve, "Wait, Charlie." He tells her. I look back over to her. What was she going to do?
"Steve?" I remove my eyes from her to look up at him.
"Which Bucky am I talking to?"
"Your mom's name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." I let out a chuckle.
"Can't read that in a museum." Steve smiles over to me.
"Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?" The other man looks between the three of us.
"What did I do?" I move my eyes back to her, Charlie, and reach out my hand to the red mark on her cheek. She doesn't flinch, just sits there and allows me to touch her face.
"Enough." Steve glares down at us. I remove my hand from her face, and I focus my eyes to the floor in front of Steve's feet.
"Oh, God, I knew this would happen. Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."
"Who was he?"
"I don't know." I look up at Steve.
"People are dead. The bombing, the setup...the doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know'"
I look off into the distance. "He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept." Charlie looks back at Steve, he returns her gaze just for a second, before focusing back on me. "He wanted to know exactly where."
"Why would he need to know that?"
"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier." Charlie turns back to look at me, her hand reaching ever closer. "Not yet." Steve tells her. She stops obediently and puts her hand back in her lap.
"Who are they?" Steve asks me.
"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in Hydra history. And that was before the serum."
"They all turn out like you?" The other man glares at me. He's not as trusting of me as Steve and Charlie. I look out into the distance.
"Worse."
"The doctor, could he control them?"
"Enough."
"He said he wanted to see an empire fall."
"With these guys, he could do it. They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight...infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They can take a whole country down in one night, you'd never see them coming."
The other man walks in front of Steve, and they begin whispering. I look back at Charlie and she gives me a sweet smile. "Charlie." Steve calls over to her, she looks back at him. "Now, princess." He smiles down at her. I see now why she didn't want me to call her princess. That's what he calls her.
She moves even closer to me, looking up into my eyes with her bright hazel ones. "Do you trust me?" My words, from our first encounter, echo back to me from her mouth. I nod my head yes. "Give me your hand." I place my hand in hers and she closes her eyes. I'm not sure what she's doing but I can see the love she has for Steve, the dominance that she craves from him. I see the fear she had when I was the Winter Soldier, I did hurt her. The bruises on her neck were from me, and even the red mark. I feel her need to listen to whatever Steve tells her. Interesting. She pulls her hand away from me.
"I'm sorry." She squints scrunching up her nose. "A friend told me a feature of me feeling your emotions, you also feel mine." She glances back at Steve; he smiles down at her. I tilt my head and start to question her. "It's complicated." She whispers. She stands taking my arm out of the clamp, "Steve, he's telling the truth. He's...Bucky."
"I know princess, can you get him to rest?" She nods her head.
She turns back to me, squatting in front of me, hands on my knees for balance. Sam looks back at me glaring. He doesn't like how close she is to me. "Sam, he's not going to hurt me." She calls back not looking at him. He turns his focus back on Steve. "Do you want to sleep? Or just be calm?"
"Am I not calm?"
Her nose scrunches up and she shakes her head, "You have a lot going on in there."
"I hurt you." I place my hands at her neck where she's bruised. She allows me to linger there, before brushing my hand away.
"That wasn't you. It was him, the Winter Soldier. Surely, you can tell the difference." I shake my head no. "Can I help you? Please, Bucky."
No wonder Steve keeps glancing at her. She's a perfectly sweet little doll. She brings her hand back into mine. I take it knowing now what's happening. I feel her urgent need to protect me, because Steve asked her. I saw the difference in the way she looked at me. The difference in the way I moved. The difference in the way I talked to her. Through her eyes there really is a difference between me and the Winter Soldier. She pulls her hand back away from mine and stands up. Pulling me up with her. A calm serenity washes over my body. Peace.
"Charlie, we need you to do us a favor." Her head tilts in Steve's direction. "Call Clint, we need him to get Wanda." Her head goes between his and the other mans. "What's the plan Captain." She smirks at him. The other man rolls his eyes and walks away and takes out his phone. Steve grabs her cheek, where I left a red mark rubbing it. "Not yet, princess." He coos at her. Is this their deal? Hmm. Steve explains quickly what's going on to Charlie. She nods her head and calls Clint, walking away from us.
"That your princess, Captain?" I smirk up at him.
"And you keep calling her doll, Buck." I look at him, about to apologize. "It's complicated." He responds, same thing she said.
"Care to explain it?"
"Not yet."
"That doesn't work on me, Captain." He laughs at me, shaking his head.
"We're friends. That...need each other." I nod my head at him. "It's a frustrating job."
"No need to go on." I look over at her, she smiles while still talking to Clint. "I get it. I would be doing the same thing."
"It's not quite like that, Buck. I love her." He glances back at her. They both clearly love one another, but not fully letting their emotions go.
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Charlie's POV:
I hang up and walk over to where Steve and Bucky are. The sun is starting to set, and it's getting darker. We're here for a while. At least until the rest of our team arrives. "Clint's pissed we're asking him to come out of retirement. But says he's ready for excitement."
"Are you?" Bucky smirks over at me, and back at Steve. He punches at Bucky's shoulder.
"What were you two talking about?" I glance between the two of them.
"Nothing to concern yourself with doll." I glance back at Bucky who's still smiling.
I bring my hand to him, coming closer, "I could always try and read your emotions."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you princess." Steve stalks closer to me and whispers, "Not yet." I comply.
Sam walks over to where we are, clearly seeing there's something going on. One I'm not even sure about. "I'm going to go get some food. Be back in an hour or so. Call me if you need me." He comes closer to me, "Be careful, Charlie." He whispers in my ear. I look at him confused and he walks away. Bucky sits down on the floor laying back with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. I walk closer to a window and look out. I feel Steve come up behind me. I watch Sam leave our current hideout on the ground below. Steve wraps his arms around me, leaning his head to the side and kisses on my neck.
"Steve, Bucky's here." I gently shoo his head away from my neck. He doesn't stop.
"He's sleeping. And he won't care."
"His eyes might be closed, but he's not asleep." Steve pulls me closer into his embrace. I bend my head to the side, allowing him better access to my neck, interlacing my fingers with his. "Captain...stop." I giggle.
"Princess you shouldn't call me Captain if you don't want a rise out of me." He presses closer to me so I can feel his erection.
"Steve...Bucky." I whisper, a moan slipping out of my mouth.
"He won't care, but if it bothers you, we can always try to be quiet. You however, I don't think know how." He smiles into my neck, continuing to press his engorged cock on me. "I see the way you look at him. Would you want him to participate?" My cheeks flush at Steve's words. He chuckles into my neck. This is what Sam was referring to. I turn to look back at Steve, glancing behind him at Bucky, who's eyes definitely aren't closed. "We're super soldiers, he hears all our whispers." I look back at Bucky who's smiling at me, eyes heavy.
I look back to Steve and smirk, he twists my body to where my back is on his stomach. He unbuttons my pants, shoving his hand under my panties. "See princess, you're soaking wet. Don't tell me you don't want this." He whispers into my ear. Rubbing on my clit.
"I... I do, I'm just...just scared. Nervous." I know now that even Bucky can hear my whispers to Steve.
Steve softly kisses my neck. "Are you sure, princess? Sure, you want to do this?" I nod my head. I hear Bucky shuffle behind us. "You know the deal princess; you have to use your words."
"Yes, Steve..."
"Is that what you call me?" His voice growls into my neck and his fingers stop massaging my clit. He brings his hand out of my panties and wraps his arm around my neck, licking his fingers. Taking time to savor every one of his fingers covered in my honey. He slowly begins moving his hand diagonally down my body, tracing every curve. "What do you call me princess?" He pauses at my breast giving it a tight squeeze and I moan against him. He brings his hand back up to my face jerking it to the side to look at him.
"Yes, Captain. I want to do this." He deeply snarls, and I look into his eyes, they're so dark, they're almost black. He turns leading me over to Bucky. I look down at Bucky's pants, tightened in the crotch. Our little show has got him very aroused.
"Kneel." Steve snarls at me, pointing to the spot in between Bucky's legs. I comply. "Closer." I scoot myself closer to Bucky. Focusing on his eyes. "Unbutton his pants and take them off." I reach down to Bucky's pants and begin unbuttoning them. He shifts his weight to help me take them off. Steve walks over to a chair and sits down, eyes never leaving us. "Now his boxers." Bucky looks at me. Eyes hungry. Again, he shifts his weight to help me. "Now fuck him with your mouth." I comply, bending over I take his cock into my hand, using my tongue to spread around the pre cum at his tip. Bucky hums and puts his hands on my head. I look up at him smiling before putting my mouth around his dick. I bob my head up and down and use my hand to pump at the base of his pulsing cock. Bucky lets out a deep moan. "Don't make him cum yet princess."
I remove his cock from my mouth. "Yes Captain." Steve growls over to us.
"Fuck him." Steve tells me. I stand up undoing my jeans and shimmying out of them, Bucky pulls off his own shirt, continuing to stare up at my body. I then take of my shirt and bra throwing everything over to Steve. I look over at him with a sinful grin. "Fuck him." He repeats. I look down at Bucky. His gaze hasn't left me. I lower myself over him, straddling his body. He cups my ass and guides me to his cock. I let him sink into me and I hiss through my teeth. I do believe Bucky might be bigger than Steve. I look back down at Bucky and he's smiling, he lets out a "Fuck me, doll." I smile back before grinding on his cock. His hands come up to my hips, squeezing. The bruises Steve already left there sting and I moan at the sensation. Bucky sits up and wraps his arms around me. Bringing his mouth closer to mine. I look over to Steve. Even though I'm riding his dick a kiss feels too intimate. Steve smiles at me and nods, telling me it's ok.
I crash my lips onto his. He moans into my mouth and I swallow it. I quicken my pace. "Not yet princess." I slow down. Steve starts to undress coming closer. "Look at me." I look up at Steve. He's smiling at me grinding on his best friend. "Open your mouth." I comply. He leans over and spits in my mouth. I smile up at him and swallow. "Good girl." He pulls his pants down and his length bounces up by my face. "Suck my dick." He commands. I comply. Bucky uses his hands to rock my hips as I turn my head to Steve and suck his erection. He pets my face smiling down at me.
"Fuck, doll." Bucky moans out, and Steve pulls away from me. "Stand up." I comply. "You, too, Buck." Bucky stands up, eyes never leaving my body. "Pick her up, and fuck her." Steve commands Bucky. Bucky swoops me up, and I help him place his dick in my drenched pussy. He bounces me on his hips and Steve comes behind me. "You're beautiful princess. Perfect." He whispers. "Such a good girl." He spits on his hand and places himself behind me before entering in my ass slowly. I let out a yelp, clawing at Bucky's back from the sensation. "Is this ok princess?"
"Yes Captain." He squeezes my waist. Him and Bucky completely in control of my body. I moan at the realization of having two super soldiers. I shudder as Bucky sloppily begins kissing me again. I can't help but cry out into his mouth. He smiles back on my lips. "Doll. Cum for me." I pull back looking at him, shaking my head no.
Steve lets out a dark chuckle. "Do you want to cum for your Captain, princess."
"Yes, Captain please." Steve and Bucky rut into me vigorously. I scratch into Bucky's neck from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling them both inside of me. I scream out and Steve wraps his hand around my mouth. "As much as I enjoy that sound princess, you're being too loud when we're trying to hide." I turn my head to kiss Steve. Bucky's hold on me is even tighter, the cold of his metal hand is a welcoming pleasure, he releases that hand and moves it to my clit roughly massaging it. The heat radiating from Bucky and Steve, mixed with the coolness on my clit is intoxicating.
"You like that?" He growls.
"Yes, Bucky. Don't stop." I moan into Steve's mouth. My body starts trembling and I turn to look back at Bucky. He's beautiful. I place my hand on his face aggressively pulling him closer to kiss him. And I scratch at his neck again as they both push me to my climax. I throw my head back at Steve, resting on his shoulder, and he releases with me. Bucky continues pumping into me before cumming with heavy breaths. Steve whispers, "You're such a good girl." And slowly pulls out of me. Helping me off Bucky. My body is still trembling from the high and I wobble into Steve's arms. "I've got you." He whispers and kisses my cheeks. He looks around not knowing how to clean me up. He pulls out a bag of clothes and proceeds to help me. My whole body shaking, I look up at him smiling. "I love you, Steve."
"I love you, Charlie." Him and Bucky get dressed and he comes over to help me get dressed. I can't stop shaking. Bucky sits down on the floor, "Come here, doll." He reaches out a hand to me, I glance at Steve, and he nods. I walk over to Bucky and lay down. He wraps a gentle arm around me and I snuggle up to him. His body is warm and hot all over, just like Steve.
I close my eyes. "Where's Steve?" I ask on Bucky's chest, his hand begins rubbing my back slowly trying to warm me up.
"He's cleaning up before Sam gets back. Are you okay, doll?"
"Yes Bucky." I smile in his chest. Steve finishes up and comes over to us, sitting down. I pull myself away from Bucky to lay on Steve's chest. He moves his arm up to wrap around me. My Captain. I reach a hand back to where Bucky is and he scoots closer to me, holding my hand. Steve glances down at us. As I drift to sleep.
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Steve's POV:
Charlie's breathing turns into soft humming snores. I look down at her and smile. Such a pretty little one. So obedient for her Captain. "Thank you, Steve." Bucky whispers out. I look over at him. "You didn't have to do that."
"I didn't do anything. Charlie, for whatever reason, feels connected with you. I wanted her to know it was ok to be close with you. I see the way she looks at you. She wants to keep you safe."
"Because you want me safe. She will do whatever you tell her to do."
"No, she won't. I make sure she's ok with anything she chooses to do. Even to be here, by refusing to sign the Accords. She looks to Tony like another father. She loves him. I know it hurts her to be here, but she's here, because she knows the Accords are wrong."
Sam comes into the room with a bag of food and sees us laying around. He looks at Charlie sleeping on my chest, and holding on to Bucky. "How long she been asleep?"
"About fifteen minutes." I respond not moving my gaze from her. She's perfect.
"I'm not doing that again." I look up at him confused. "I'm not going to continue to go get food, so you two can fuck her." Bucky drops her hand, and moves away.
"Sam, you don't know what you're talking about."
"Steve don't push her into things. She will follow you anywhere, and I know you see the effect Bucky has on her. Don't use your dominance on her when she's vulnerable."
"Sam..." I interject. He cuts me off.
"She's grown, and you ask for consent. I understand your relationship, but I'm not leaving again for you two to fuck her into oblivion. Look at her, she's exhausted. We're on a mission." He looks at Bucky, "And I hope you got off real good. The Avengers are basically at a war amongst ourselves, and you're one of the main reasons." Sam looks back over to me. "Her uncle will be here soon. Keep that in mind. You know Clint will notice her affection with Bucky, he noticed it with you immediately." I look down at Charlie, she's still softly snoring. She's exhausted. I rub my hand on her arm. Sam's right. Now isn't the time. "You guys are friends remember?" Bucky looks at me with an odd face. He knows this isn't what friends do. It's complicated. We're friends, with benefits. For now.