Save Me || Bucky Barnes

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Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam sat quietly in the back of a van, each of their hands bound in front of them as two STRIKE agents sat diligently watching them.

"It was her. She looked right at us and she didn't even know us." Bucky mumbled heart brokenly, his eyes never lifting off the floor. He couldn't tear his eyes off the blood slowly dripping onto the floor from his wound. He couldn't help but wonder how much pain Charlotte must have gone through after the fall.

He knew they should have gone back. He just knew it. Maybe if they had, all of this could have been prevented. He and Charlotte could have lived out the long, healthy life that he had always imagined for them.

"How's that even possible? It was, like, seventy years ago." Sam stated, bringing Bucky out of his thoughts. Sam knew the infamous story of the long lost woman. Not only had Steve and Bucky told him, but he read about it at the Smithsonian. Yes, Sam Wilson went to the museum and read up on his new best friends.

"I honestly don't know. Zola experimented on Bucky in '43 and that's what helped him survive the ice for 70 years, but how in the hell did she survive?" Steve mused aloud.

"They must have found her." Bucky spoke up quietly, or as loud as he could. He was beginning to feel faint. After all of today's events added onto his wounded shoulder, he was possibly having the worst day ever.

"They must have given her something after the fall, revived her and replaced her arm. That's the only logical explanation." Natasha inputted. 

"But none of that was either of your guys' faults." Sam spoke sympathetically, looking to Natasha for support.

"Even when we had nothing, we had Charlotte." Steve muttered, not allowing his mind to forgive himself. Sam, on the other hand, had noticed Bucky started to fall asleep as well as the blood that continuously rolled down his jacket.

"We need to get a doctor here. We don't put pressure on that wound, he's gonna bleed out here in the truck." Sam spoke vehemently. Suddenly, one of the guards pulled out an electric rod. Instinctively, Steve leaned back in his seat away from the weapon.

He knew it didn't hurt all that much, but seeing as how they were most likely being sent to be killed, he wanted to at least have a fighting chance once the van stopped and not be crippled by the electric weapon.

However, the guard rammed their weapon into the guard sitting next to them, instead of one of the four of them. Steve shared a surprised look with Natasha before the guard pulled their helmet off.

"That thing was squeezing my brain." none other than Maria Hill complained as she set her helmet in her lap. She glanced at Steve, Natasha, and Bucky before she made eye contact with Sam.

"Who's this guy?" she asked the group.

"Sam Wilson. Pleasure to meet you." he announced, still looking at her as if she would kill him at any given moment.

"Chill out Sam. She's a friend." Natasha told him before she rolled her eyes. Sam looked skeptically between the red-headed girl and the brunette girl before he gave in.

"Whatever gets me out of these damn cuffs." he muttered. Maria ignored his comment and instead walked to the middle of the truck between the four of them. There, she used her electric rod to cut a hole in the floor of the truck. 

The metal circle clattered to the ground and was left behind as the van continued to move. Quickly, she unlocked all their cuffs and set them on a seat. Steve was quick to support Bucky, who was fading in and out of consciousness.

"Alright, everyone through the hole." Maria instructed. Natasha rolled out first, followed by Sam, then Maria per Steve's request, then Bucky, and lastly Steve. Steve pulled Bucky to his feet and helped him to the car that was waiting for them a street over from their previous route.