DA Chapter 14

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Things I Can’t Say

Characters - Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Y/N

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Y/N

Summary/Request - Steve & Y/N haven’t been an item for long, but they both have dreams of so much more together. Even though they won’t tell each other the truth.

Word Count - 1040

Warnings - Fluff (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Based on the song “Things I Can’t Say” by Spencer Crandall

Tags (Want on or off? Send a message/ask or add yourself here) - @lostinwonderland314​

Story -

She is sitting on the couch laughing with the group of heroes, not a care in the world.

Tony felt they all needed a chance to unwind and relax, even if for only a night.

People are all over - some dancing to the music, others surrounding the bar getting another drink for themselves or their friends - but everyone is in a good mood. No one worrying about the next significant threat.

Steve stands at the bar, leaning against it with one arm, watching with a smile on his face as she interacts with everyone.

Natasha makes her way over to get a couple more drinks for the group when she catches his gaze and can’t help but smile herself. “She fits in pretty well, huh?”

“Huh?” He shakes his head a little, not realizing he had zoned out.

Nat can’t help but chuckle, “Y/N? The girl you have been spending every spare minute with for the last few weeks? The best friend you stole from me?”

“Oh, yea. She - uh - she’s pretty great.” He finally breaks his gaze and looks at Nat with a smile she has never seen from him before, “she’s perfect.”

“I’ve never seen you so smitten, Rogers. You catching feelings that fast?”

“I don’t know what it is about her, Nat. It’s been two months and six days - and yes, I’m keeping count - and I can’t help but see a future with her.” He turns his body to face the bar, a small attempt to keep his focus off Y/N.

“So? Tell her.” Natasha shrugs like it is nothing.

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Ch. 15

Chapter 14

Maura sat at the conference table with Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Bucky. Tony stood at the head of the table in front of a large screen. The image shown was one Maura knew well.

“This is our next mission,” Tony stated. “Hydra seems to have acquired some information and is trying to replicate my technology.”

“What do we know about the location?” Nat asked.

“From what we can tell, it should be a fairly easy job. There are a few scientists and only about four guards protecting the entire location. Now, that doesn’t -”

“Your intel is wrong,” Maura cut in.

Tony looked over at her. “What?”

“Your intel is wrong,” she repeated.

“How do you know?” Steve questioned her.

“Because… I spent a fair share of my time there.” She glanced down for a moment, then up again. “I know the place inside and out. There are about half a dozen scientists at any given time, usually all working on the same project, but not always. The main lab alone has at least two guards. The small lab on the west side will typically only have one guard when it’s actually in use. You’ll find another dozen agents spread around the grounds and watching the main gate.” Maura looked around the table, meeting each of their gazes before continuing. “It’s not the most heavily guarded facility on Hydra’s roster, but it’s not as empty as your intel would lead you to believe.”

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DA Chapter 11

Chapter 10

It had been a month since Harper was brought back to the tower. She had been going to physical therapy every morning, despite the fact that she no longer required assistance with anything, and she was finally feeling back to her old self. It would still take some work for her to use her bow, or a gun, at least as she once had, but she was determined to get out of the care of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers as soon as she could.

Fury decided that the best option for her was to move to the compound. She would be able to heal in peace, mostly, and she would be able to work with weapons any time she wanted. Harper begrudgingly agreed, if for no other reason than knowing she owed her life to him. What harm could a few weeks in a guarded vacation home do anyway?

Four weeks at the compound passed quickly. Thanks to the serum, she was healing rapidly, felt stronger than ever before, and was finally able to use her right arm without much issue. She still wasn't a hundred percent yet, but she was close enough.

Bucky had stuck by her side as much as she allowed, helping her to regain her strength and accuracy both in combat and with weaponry. She trusted him enough to let him take care of her, but it wasn't always easy. Harper had never been one to allow anyone to get close to her. She was always guarded, cautious, and wary. But Bucky made her feel relaxed in a way that she'd only ever been able to relax around him. Harper now knew what it felt like, to be vulnerable, and it wasn't a feeling she ever wanted to experience again. Bucky understood this and was very patient with her.

One afternoon, they were in the gym sparring with each other. He was careful with her right side, knowing her shoulder had taken the brunt of the damage and had yet to heal fully, or so he assumed.

"Come on, soldier, I know you can do better than that," Harper taunted him.

"I don't want to hurt you," Bucky protested.

"I've told you, soldier. I'll be fine. After everything I went through, you're nothing," Harper retorted.

He scoffed, "And I've told you, call me Bucky. I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore, okay?"

"Fine... Bucky. Now show me what you got," Harper challenged.

There was something going on with her. No one should be healing as quickly as Harper was. She was stronger too. Not wanting to press things though, Bucky just sighed as they both jumped into a fight stance, fists raised, ready to strike. They circled each other warily, sizing up their opponent and gauging if they could land any hit on them. Then Bucky threw a punch at Harper, who blocked it easily. She quickly retaliated with a kick to Bucky's leg, causing him to stumble.

Harper followed that up by tackling him to the ground. She landed squarely on top of him, pinning his arms down underneath her. Bucky growled, trying to buck Harper off of him. She smirked and leaned in close to his ear. He froze instantly, his breathing labored.

She whispered, "Remember what happened last time we were like this? Remember how we nearly killed each other?" Bucky swallowed hard and nodded his head. A faint smile spread across her face, "Don't worry, soldier... Bucky... This time is different," she said softly.

Harper shifted her weight, so she was sitting astride Bucky’s hips, straddling his waist and allowing his arms to move freely once again. She saw something familiar in his eyes, something she had seen before when she was with the Winter Soldier. It was the same glimmer in his eye she remembered seeing each time he learned he would be working alongside her.

She knew it was wrong, but something in her heart pulled her forward. Something she had never felt before. That same pull grew stronger with every passing second until their lips met. Hard. Bucky responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

After several minutes, they pulled apart. Both were panting slightly. Bucky rested his forehead against hers. He gently ran his fingers through her hair before resting his hands on her lower back. They stayed like that for a few moments until Harper finally broke the silence, "I'm sorry..." she muttered.

Bucky shook his head, "For what?"

"I shouldn't have kissed you..." she trailed off, sitting up on her knees still straddling Bucky’s hips.

Bucky smiled, "It's alright."

"No, Bucky," she started. "I mean... we can't..." she sighed softly, "It's too dangerous."

"What?" Bucky asked, confused.

Harper pushed herself off of him and stood up. "I've been walking this world alone for a long time, Bucky. It's kept me safe all these years; I can't risk doing something reckless like this."

Bucky stood up, "I don't understand, Harley."

Harper turned to face him, "The last thing I need is someone getting hurt because I let my guard down," she said firmly.

Bucky frowned, "Why don't we just talk about this?" he suggested, brushing himself off.

"There's nothing to talk about, Bucky. It just isn't possible," she insisted.

Bucky stepped forward, putting his hands lightly on her waist, "Look, Harley, I understand... I really do. But you're not alone anymore."

She backed away from him, pulling out of his grasp. "Listen, soldier. I'm not staying. Once I can use my bow again, I'm gone," she stated firmly. Harper sighed, shaking her head when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. "It's safer this way... for everyone," she finished quietly. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Bucky in the gym alone.

Standing at the line at the archery range, Harper pulled an arrow from the quiver on her back. Taking aim, she released her hand, nailing the target perfectly in the center. Smiling, she placed another arrow to her string, lining up for another shot. The next arrow was much faster than the first and hit the target dead center again, just to the side of the first.

"Looks like someone's back to themselves," a voice said behind her.

Harper sighed and turned to face the man who had spoken. "Still not perfect, but I'll get there."

"How are you feeling?"

She shrugged, "Better than before. The shoulder still has some healing to do, but with as much damage as that arrow did, I guess that's to be expected."

"You going to tell me yet just how you managed to heal almost completely in just over two months?"

"I told you, Hawk, I don't know."

"That's bullshit, Harley. Why won't you just tell me the truth? What harm could it do?" he questioned.

Harper glared at him, "Why is it so important that you know?" she spat.

"Because you're my sister, Harley," Clint replied simply. "Here I am, trying to reach out to you, giving you a chance, and you just turn it into a fight."

"You're only bitching because you feel guilty, Hawk. I'm not stupid," Harper retorted sharply.

Clint sighed, "Guilt or not; it doesn't matter. I'm trying, Harley. Why can't you?"

"Because I don't need your pity, Clint. I needed my brother. I reached out to my brother. And you brushed me off like I was dust on your bow," she hissed angrily.

Clint sighed, "I'm sorry, Harls. I should have listened… I shouldn't have reacted so cold toward you when you first showed up. I'm sorry. Just -"

"Just stop, Hawk. Save your 'sorry.' I don't need it. Not from you. Not from anyone," Harper snapped harshly.

Clint flinched, "Alright," he mumbled softly. "Then what do you want?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I'm healthy enough. I think I'm just going to go," Harper answered.

"Go where?" Clint questioned.

"Back to work. Back to what I do best," Harper answered.

Clint looked shocked, "You want to leave? To do what? Find the two people that tried to kill you? That's suicide, Harley!"

"I have an advantage this time. I'll be fine," Harper assured him.

Her brother stared at her intently, studying her facial expression. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully before taking a deep breath. "The serum," he murmured.

Harper gave him a quizzical look, "Excuse me?"

"The serum you were searching for. Fury told you where to find it, and you took it. Didn't you?" Clint guessed. "That's why you survived the attack. The serum was already trying to heal your wounds before Barnes ever found you."

Harper nodded slowly; there was no sense lying to him. "Yes," she agreed. "I injected a small dose before they ever found me. When Barnes brought me here, Fury found the vials in my bag and had Banner give me a second dose."

"That explains it," Clint nodded. "Listen, Harley. Why don't we make a deal? One where we can both get what we want?"

"Like what?"

"Before you leave, give me two weeks. I'll find the men that attacked you, and you have more time to heal and practice; get yourself back where you know you need to be," Clint negotiated.

"Why?" she questioned. "Why help me now?"

"They are as much a threat to me as they are you. Not to mention, if you go at it alone and fail, they become a threat to my kids. They made us into what we are... so what do you say we end it the same way we started? Together."

Harper hesitated before saying, "Fine. I guess we'll see what happens," she replied. "But only two weeks, Hawk. That's it."

Clint nodded, "Good enough for me," he said with a smirk before heading towards the exit.

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Ch. 4

Chapter 3

Maura had been at the Tower with the Avengers for a total of three months. She was slowly but surely getting to know everyone and gaining the trust of each of the members. She was still struggling to crack the tough shell of others, but that was to be expected with some.

She had always been very interested in the people around her, even more so in those that stood alone. Being laid up in a hospital bed most of her life, she had little else in which she could excel.

Maura worked hard to learn as much as she could about each individual. Not only to build a relationship with each of them but to learn of each one’s weakness. For each one, there was a piece of information that she aimed to find out; the tiniest of details always saved to memory. She trained herself to pick out every little nuance, details about their past, present, and even what they wanted for their future.

Since the first Avenger started coming out of their shadows, Maura worked to get a clearer picture of their original personalities. Who they had been before Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D., and who they were now; the traits that had molded them.

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DA Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Clint awoke with an uneasy feeling. It had been several days since his sister had appeared, and though he was not opposed to her disappearing again, he found it odd.

Arriving at the compound, Natasha greeted Barton and informed him that the rest of the team was waiting in the conference room for his arrival. Following her down a hallway, Barton saw the rest of the group sitting together around the large table as he made his way through the room. Their boss seemed to be the only one missing.

Tony looked up from the packet of papers in his hand as Clint took a seat with everyone else. “Finally,” he announced, “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Relax, Stark,” Fury responded as he joined the team, “This isn’t going to be quite as cut and dry as you may hope.”

“So, what’s going on?” Steve asked.

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Things I Can’t Say

Characters - Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Y/N

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Y/N

Summary/Request - Steve & Y/N haven’t been an item for long, but they both have dreams of so much more together. Even though they won’t tell each other the truth.

Word Count - 1040

Warnings - Fluff (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Based on the song “Things I Can’t Say” by Spencer Crandall

Tags (Want on or off? Send a message/ask or add yourself here) - @lostinwonderland314​

Story -

She is sitting on the couch laughing with the group of heroes, not a care in the world.

Tony felt they all needed a chance to unwind and relax, even if for only a night.

People are all over - some dancing to the music, others surrounding the bar getting another drink for themselves or their friends - but everyone is in a good mood. No one worrying about the next significant threat.

Steve stands at the bar, leaning against it with one arm, watching with a smile on his face as she interacts with everyone.

Natasha makes her way over to get a couple more drinks for the group when she catches his gaze and can’t help but smile herself. “She fits in pretty well, huh?”

“Huh?” He shakes his head a little, not realizing he had zoned out.

Nat can't help but chuckle, “Y/N? The girl you have been spending every spare minute with for the last few weeks? The best friend you stole from me?”

“Oh, yea. She - uh - she’s pretty great.” He finally breaks his gaze and looks at Nat with a smile she has never seen from him before, “she’s perfect.”

“I’ve never seen you so smitten, Rogers. You catching feelings that fast?”

“I don’t know what it is about her, Nat. It’s been two months and six days - and yes, I’m keeping count - and I can’t help but see a future with her.” He turns his body to face the bar, a small attempt to keep his focus off Y/N.

“So? Tell her.” Natasha shrugs like it is nothing.

“How can I tell her that in such a short time, I’ve envisioned our life together? That I can see us in a ranch house with a small pond, a couple of kids, and her in her baby blues.” He smirks, more to himself than anything, as he continues, “I bet she’d look great as a soccer mom, too.”

“Steve, you can’t hide those feelings forever.”

“Not forever, no. But I don’t want to sound crazy either. It’s only been a couple of months; we haven’t even said ‘I love you’ to each other yet. It’s on the tip of my tongue, and I almost crack every time we hang up the phone or part ways, but it’s too soon. Isn’t it?”

Nat smiles and shakes her head. She knows Y/N feels the same; she’s mentioned it herself. If only they would tell each other how they feel.

“I’ll tell her one day, but for now, just keep it between us, huh?”

“Sure, Rogers, but I think you should tell her.” Natasha grabs the drinks and makes her way back to where everyone is sitting.

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It had been a few days since the party. Bright and early one morning, with everyone still asleep and the tower silent, Y/N decides it is a perfect chance to sit and read outside for a while.

Finding her way to the balcony, she stretches out on one of the lounge chairs. Opening her book to where she had left off the last time, she reads a few lines before getting distracted.

It seems to happen a lot lately.

Her eyes lift from the pages to the cityscape before her. She let her mind wander from the sounds of the city to Steve.

Bucky makes his way into the common room - he had been up extra early and gone for a run. He scans the area as he enters and spots Y/N through the windows.

She is his best friend’s girl, someone who has captured his heart just as Peggy had all those years ago.

As he walks out the door, he notices the book in her hand. She isn’t looking at it, though, so he follows her gaze. Thinking she has seen something, he has a hint of worry creeping in, but she seems to be just staring out over the city.

“Y/N, I’m going to make some coffee; want a cup?” He is a little concerned when she doesn’t respond at all but doesn’t want to overthink it.

He walks up next to her, tapping her lightly on the shoulder, “You alright?”

“Huh? Oh, hi, Bucky.” She smiles at him, “I was just reading a little since everyone was still asleep; I didn’t hear you come out.”

“You were staring out at nothing, Y/N. You sure you’re good?” He sits on a chair near her, offering a sympathetic smile.

“I’m fine, Buck. I was daydreaming a little.” She lets out a breathy laugh.

“About what?” Bucky relaxes and sits back a little.

“Promise not to tell?” Her eyebrow slightly raises as she closes her book and sets it on her lap.

“Promise doll.”

“It was about Steve and me.” She stares off over the city again, “he proposed, and we got hitched that very same night. A beautiful beach wedding. Something ‘small’ that Tony threw together,” she chuckles. “Couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if you wanted to.”

He smiles as she goes into detail about the wedding and the honeymoon after, the life she has built in her mind with his best friend. Sure, he knows Steve feels the same, but it isn’t his place to tell her.

“It’s crazy, though, right? I mean, we haven’t even said I love you to each other.” She looks to Bucky, “sure, I want to, but it’s only been two months. That’s way too soon, isn’t it?”

“I think that’s up to you to decide, doll. It’s only too soon if you think it is.”

“I don’t want to scare him off, Bucky; he’s the best thing I have right now. It takes every ounce of me not to tell him that I love him when we part ways. I want him to want me to be the one, but -”

“Steve’s a great guy, Y/N. He won’t think any less of you if you tell him how you feel. Who knows, maybe he’s holding back for the same reasons.” He smiles, hoping he hasn’t let too much slip. Standing up, he walks back to the door, “I’m going to make a pot of coffee; want some?”

“Sure, Buck.” She smiles in return, “thanks.”

Finding Home Chapter 13

Chapter 12

*Flashback Chapter*

Despite everything that had happened in the past with Bucky and me, I needed to make sure he was okay.

Every horrible memory I had, faded away. The pain I had caused, the fact that Hydra had sent him to kill me after I ran off, none of it mattered right now.

I just needed him to be okay. I needed to be in his arms. I needed him.

“Hey, Cap… “ Sam’s voice pulled our attention toward the other room.

Steve stepped inside, but I held back around the corner.

“Steve.” Bucky’s voice was quiet.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve held his ground.

“Your mother’s name is Sarah.” He smirks a little, “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.” Bucky chuckles slightly.

“You can’t read that in a museum.” Steve smiles.

“Just like that, we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam was rightfully hesitant.

“What did I do?” Bucky looked up at Steve.

“Enough.”

“I knew this would happen.” He sighed. “Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words.”

“Who was he?” Steve asked.

Bucky looks around the room as if trying to find something.

“Who was he, Buck?” Steve asked again.

“Where’s Marena?” Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the man in front of him. “I know she’s here. She’d never leave me like that.”

“You can see her in a minute.” Steve briefly glanced back towards where I was standing. “Who was he, Bucky?”

“I don’t know… Petrova. Please.” I could hear Bucky’s voice shake.

“People are dead. The bombing. The setup. The doctor did all that to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than ‘I don’t know’ Buck.” Steve stepped toward the machine, loosening the grip so Bucky could have his arm free.

“I want to see Petrova.” He growled lowly. His eyes fixed on the floor.

Steve had never seen this side of his friend. Even though it was the real Bucky - the longing for another, the demand in his voice to see me, the utter refusal to talk to Steve without me - it wasn’t anything Steve had seen from him before.

“Fine.” He stepped to the side and caught my eye, nodding.

I stepped into the room, walked right to Bucky, and knelt in front of him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed his forehead gently. Immediately, his arms were around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. His face nuzzled against my neck.

He pulled back a little when I flinched. I hadn’t realized I was hurt at all until he had squeezed his arms around me.

“Marena… ?”

“It’s okay,” I smiled at him, trying to reassure him.

“Did I…?”

“It wasn’t you, Bucky.”

His face fell a little. “Shadow, we’ve talked about -”

“No. I mean, it wasn’t your hands that did it, Barnes. I swear.” I kissed his cheek.

“As cute as this is, can we get back to figuring things out, please? Because I’d love some answers at this point.” Sam interjected.

“He wanted to know about Siberia. Where they kept me - he wanted to know exactly where.” Bucky looked at Steve, his arms tightening around me again, though this time careful not to cause any added pain.

“Why would he need to know that?” Steve’s eyes showed more concern than his voice let on.

“The others…” I whispered.

Bucky nods.

“Others?” Sam looked at me.

“I’m not the only winter soldier.” Bucky looked up at me as if asking for help.

“Petrova?” Steve looked at me, his eyes dark yet pleading for answers. He didn’t want to push his friend, but he needed to know what he was dealing with.

I sigh as Bucky buries his head in my neck again.

This may not have been typical ‘Bucky behavior’ as far as Steve was concerned, but to me, I knew what was going on in Bucky’s head. I knew that the simple feel of my body against his was enough to calm his mind. Remind him that he wasn’t in control when he did those horrible things.

I knew that my scent - strange as it may seem - and my voice was enough to keep him from having a breakdown mentally. Bucky was constantly at war within himself, and in the years he spent in hiding, he had come to rely on me to keep the peace between the two sides of himself that were at battle.

“It was an entire program. Bucky was just the first. There were seven in all. Five are still in cryo in Siberia.” I finally offered.

“Who were they?” Steve questioned, trying to get me to give as much information as he could get.

“The most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in Hydra history. And that was before the serum.” Bucky never lifted his head.

“The doctor, can he control them?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest.

“Enough,” Bucky muttered.

“Enough? What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam threw his hands in the air in frustration.

“It means they weren’t like Bucky in the sense that they could be completely under control. The serum left them -- erratic. Unruly. They were too unpredictable for Hydra to deploy. But that doesn’t mean they couldn’t implement them if the need arose.” I replied.

“He said he wanted to take down an empire?” Steve questioned.

“With these guys, he can do it. They speak 30 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.” Bucky said, finally lifting his head.

“In other words, it means we’d be screwed.” Sam turned and walked toward Steve.

“But if there’s five there, and Buck is here, where’s the last one?” Steve questioned.

“Here,” Bucky replied in a whisper.

“What?” Sam whipped around, looking between us.

Steve looked at me, his eyes cold. “You?”

I nodded.

“But...how...” Steve was taken aback by this new intel about me.

“I was different. They took a different approach when it came to me. I had been in Hydra’s care from a young age, so the serum only enhanced everything that was already inside me. Like it did with you, Steve. That doesn’t mean they didn’t add the extra safety of a trigger too.”

I looked up to see him trying to wrap his head around what I was saying. “It’s why they could send us out together. They knew that we would return, that we would do what was needed and protect each other so that we each returned unharmed. We were -- loyal to Hydra.”

“Okay, so if he succeeds in waking them, what are our chances?”

“Slim.” I shrugged.

“Then I guess we’re going to Siberia.” Steve turned to walk out of the room.

“I’m going with Steve.” I stood up from Bucky’s lap, but his hands stayed on my waist.

“No, you’re not.” Steve turned to face me again, “it’s going to be tough enough, possibly taking on five super soldiers plus the doctor. I can’t risk you getting hurt.”

“I can take care of myself,” I crossed my arms. “Remember, I am one of those super soldiers, Steve.”

“And what if he activates Bucky again?”

“I know how to get through to him.” I pulled from Bucky’s grasp and stepped right in front of Steve. “Hell, I’m the only one that can.”

“What if he activates you, Marena?” Steve’s voice got quiet, laced with concern.

“He can’t,” I said smugly.

“He did it to Bucky.”

“Hydra wrote down Bucky’s trigger words. The others, well, think of them as in a permanent state of activation.”

“So, what makes you think he can’t activate you?” Steve held my shoulders roughly.

I heard Bucky shuffle behind me. He was standing to protect me, even if from his best friend.

“Все нормально, (It’s all right,)” I tell him, reassuring him. Hearing the shuffling stop, I looked up at Steve. “They never recorded my triggers. Anywhere. There are only two people alive that know them since I took out the agents assigned to me, and they are both in this room. I can’t trigger myself, and Bucky? Even as the Winter Soldier, he couldn’t be forced to say them.”

“How can you be so sure?” Steve stepped back from me slightly.

“The agents in charge of the program tried to get the Winter Soldier to trigger me several times. Just in case something went awry on a mission, they’d know he could get me back on the proper path as it were. It was the one thing they could never force him to do, regardless of the consequences. Besides, if I’m not there, and the Soldier was to be triggered again, I’m your only hope. He’ll listen to me, regardless of who triggered him. But if I’m not there, he only listens to the handler. Is that a risk you want to take?”

“She’s right, Steve. He tried to take you down at the headquarters. She stopped him.” Sam agreed.

“Huh, there’s something I never thought I’d hear. Sam Wilson agrees with little ‘ole me.” I smirked.

“Don’t get used to it, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” I growled.

“Fine. But we’re going to need transportation.” Steve looked to me for an answer.

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