ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ━ Bucky Barnes/Avengers

25: a safe house

After he pointed his gun at me, I called for help. He didn't shoot but instead he stood still in his position, his stretched out arm trembled while sweat started rolling down from his forehead. He was trying to fight it off.

I shook too, a gun pointed directly between my eyes that could kill faster than I could stop it. I gulped, steadying my hands, "Okay Bucky, I know you're in there. Wherever you are I want you to listen to my voice. Forget whatever that girl put in your head and just focus on me. Focus on—" 

I was cut off by the sound of loud footsteps and frantic screams from behind me. I turned to see some of the workers on the boat trying to flee and I was about to ignore them, but as I directed my attention back to Bucky, he was already aiming for the civilians. I saw his finger on the trigger curl and I just had to stop him.

"No!" I reached my hands out to get his gun, but he already pulls the trigger so instead, I place my palms on the gun's opening, stopping its bullet from piercing into anyone.

Though I was able to freeze its nozzle just in time, it didn't stop the force of its release. Its impact passed through me, sending me back a few steps and stumbling onto the floor.

I curse at the pain on my back after I landed, my palms aching from the gun. Bucky's foot steps right next to me as he walks past me continuing to aim at others with another gun. He fires but misses. He wasn't himself, he was drowning in fear and trauma, if he wasn't, Bucky wouldn't have missed.

"Guys, I need help here. Maximoff got Bucky!" I say through my earpiece to anyone who was listening, "He can't hear me!"

"Get him out of here as soon as possible!" Steve says through grunts and hits, "Don't let him harm any civilians!"

Before he could fire another shot, I weakly get back on my feet and ridiculously ran my way towards him. He takes his aim once again, unaware I was right behind him. I don't know why the first thing I thought of were bringing my hands up to his temples and sending the coldness right through his head. His arms fall limp to his side while his gun drops to the floor. His body was next but I catch him in my arms before he reaches the ground.

He and I sit and the ground and I turn his head to face me only to see him unconscious.

I release a breath of relief as I place my finger on my ear, "I got my hands on Bucky but he's unconscious. I'm bringing him back to the jet."

"Copy that. Good job." Steve says. "Do you need assist?"

"Please."

"Banner, Diane needs assist with Bucky. I need you to bring the jet around closer." We received no reply from Bruce who was supposed to be in the jet. Steve repeats, "Banner, do you copy?" When he doesn't answer, Steve volunteers to go himself. "Diane, wait for me at the entrance. I'm going to—"

All of a sudden Steve stopped talking. I wasn't sure whether the line was dead or something happened to him or worse, the girl must've gotten in his head too.

I scanned around the ship for any sign of help, but not one person for out team could be spotted. It seemed everyone was either too busy or in trouble to answer but I had to get Bucky away from here as soon as I could.

With all my might, I carry Bucky by wrapping his arm around my neck and lifting him up by his waist. I could see him trying to help me guide him by walking himself, but he could barely even take a single step. We both staggered all of the way. Back through the muddy and wet ground that stretched for miles, we kept going. When I glance up the sky, after hearing someone's engine flying, I spot a red and gold armor speeding away from the area and towards the city. It was Tony.