Save Me || Bucky Barnes

52

This was pointless, meaningless, and any other synonym for stupid Charlotte could think of. She spent the entire trip from Bucharest to wherever they were taking her thinking up insults to mutter quietly at the guards sitting just outside her pod as well as insults to everyone else who played a part in capturing her. With the exception of James, Steve, and the other man with the bird wings who had helped them.

She wondered why the government even thought it was her who bombed the UN building. If they really looked at the picture, they would have noticed that the other person's hair looked completely different than hers and that the facial features just weren't quite the same.

But then again, this was the government she was talking about. They always jumped to conclusions first and asked questions later, so she wasn't really all that surprised. 

Just then, the vehicle she was in came to a stop. The guards sitting just outside of the pod stood up and began the process of unloading the pod from the back of the truck. Soon enough, she was sitting just outside the truck in what looked to be the basement of some kind of large facility.

As she took a look around, she could see James and Steve, along with the man who chased her in the cat suit and the man with the bird wings, standing at the far end of the basement watching her. Her eyes met James' as they began to wheel her away from them and off to who knew where.

Just before she turned the corner, he smiled at her. It brought a warm feeling to her stomach, one that she hadn't experienced in decades. She didn't know what it meant, but she smiled slightly as she realized she liked it.

Before she knew it, the guards had stopped moving her. She was in the middle of a cement-walled room. A few other guards set up a table twenty or so feet in front of the pod. She assumed this was so whoever was being sent to watch her could do so with ease.

As the guards finished setting up the table, a short man with round glasses walked into the room with a folder held under one arm.

"We'll get out of your way now, sir." one of the guards spoke before they all filed out of the room. The man dipped his head in appreciation before he settled his eyesight on Charlotte.

"Hello, Miss Rogers. I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit? Your first name is Charlotte?"

She didn't answer any of his questions. It was obvious that the folder he had just set on the table top was hers, so why would he feel the need to if her first name really was Charlotte? She wasn't fully convinced that was her name anyways, so why would he ask her for confirmation?

"I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, Charlotte?" the man continued to ask her questions. Instead of answering, she simply ignored his stare and glanced around the room.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me, Charlotte."

She ignored him yet again.

"Tell me, Charlotte. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?" he sighed as he continued to try and get her to respond.

"I don't want to talk about it." she muttered quietly, staring down at her feet.

"You fear that... if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry," the man paused as he looked at something on the table before continuing to say, "We only have to talk about one."

Her eyebrow raised in confusion. What exactly did this man want to talk about? She had done dozens of horrible things these past seventy years. How could he have narrowed everything she had done to just one thing to talk about?