#so she could unethically interrogate him for information to help Steve

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Captain America (2005) #9

[diinofayce]

Like A Whisper In The Night - 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Layne Hardin) | Word Count: 5,494 | Warnings: Swearing (probably), Violence, Angst, a dust bunny amount of fluff | A/N: I hope this chapter flows okay. I’ve been having a rough time getting my brain to do brain things. I re-read and re-wrote this like eight times. Scrapped like a whole 6k words to get this even remotely okay-ish. | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

If anyone can guess what song Layne is using in this chapter to help her block Hydra from her head gets a prize of some sort. Like a cookie or a prompt request. No using Google though!! That’s cheating!

It had been four days since FRIDAYS emergency alert sounded through the tower notifying everyone of Layne’s distress. The team had all rushed to the conference room, everyone looking confused and wild eyed. Bucky looked around at the others who mirrored his concern and all had the same question: how the hell did she get taken? No one knew she had even left the tower after the interrogation which had only been about fifteen minutes prior to the alert sounding. It all seemed to happen so fast, the enemy must have been waiting positioned outside of the tower looking for the perfect opportunity and Bucky was acutely aware that he had given it to them. Tony had pulled up the tracker that was in her bracelets and it said she was in Central Park. Steve and Bucky took off and found her things sitting neatly on a park bench. Bucky picked them up with slightly shaking hands and Steve watched his best friend carefully because it had been a long while since he had seen the man so distraught.

The days following had been filled with extensive searching of the surrounding areas and keeping an eye on all the nearby airports. They were coming up empty day after day and Bucky was starting to get more and more combative with the rest of the team. It wasn’t until breakfast on the fourth morning when Bucky nearly ripped Clint’s head off, throwing a ceramic mug at him, for taking the last cup of coffee without starting a new pot that Steve grabbed Bucky and pulled him aside.

“What has gotten into you?” Steve asked harshly, his hands locked on Bucky’s shoulders holding him in place.

“I just, I’m pissed. Why wasn’t a tracker in her suit? How are we not finding her?” Bucky asked trying to brush Steve off of him.

“We’re all frustrated, Buck, but none of us are attacking each other over it.” Steve countered. “Look, I know you have feelings for her or whatever is going on, but I need you to calm down. I need you level.”

Bucky let out a huff of air and carded his fingers through his hair, thumping his head on the wall behind him. “Steve, it’s my fucking fault she was out there. What if she was so pissed at me that she left with them willingly?”

Bucky had been crippled by that fear for the last couple of days. He kept replaying the day of the interrogation over and over in his head. It was stupid, flirting with Agent Mahoe, but he was just trying to see if he felt any sort of spark with someone like he did with Layne. He hadn’t been into it and was at the point of just going through the motions out of courtesy until he could get the chance to ghost the agent when Layne had graced them with her unfortunate timing. Bucky still had that fifty in his wallet, burning a hole in his back pocket reminding him of his idiocy, anxious to be able to give it back to her and ask her to go on an actual date with him.

“How is it your fault? She probably just needed to clear her head after the interrogation. She should have known better than to leave the tower on her own, she knows we always go in pairs,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulders and stepped back, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Bucky took another deep breath and chewed on his bottom lip, looking at Steve hesitantly. He was going to get chewed out for his confession, good ol’ Captain America would have plenty to say on Bucky’s behaviour. “We slept together. The Thursday before the mission,” Bucky admitted, not able to meet Steve’s gaze.

“What?” Steve asked perplexed. “That’s incredibly unethical, Buck.”

Bucky frowned and raised his gaze to glare at his friend. “As unethical as you fooling around with Natasha? Does she know you went to coffee with Sharon?”

Steve flushed, thinking that him and the red headed assassin had been more discrete. But Bucky had always been more observant than Steve was, even before the training. “Of course she does. Natasha trusts me.” Steve blushed brighter remembering how in between coffee with Sharon and the interrogation Natasha reminded Steve exactly which relationship he was apart of. Steve paused, realization dawning on him and he looked at Bucky with a mix of incredulity and disappointment. “You were flirting with Agent Mahoe.”

Bucky dipped his head in defeat and pursed his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking his heel against the wall. “Layne didn’t want to talk about us or make anything official until after the mission and then we got so swept up with helping the new recruits…I just never bothered trying to talk to her. I figured she was over me or was not into me in the first place or I don’t know. I don’t have a line of thought for anything that’s happened the last couple weeks.” Bucky groaned closing his eyes and thumping his head back onto the wall.

“That’s crap, Bucky, and you know it,” Steve said and pulled himself up to full height, ready to give Bucky one of his Captain America lectures when FRIDAY’s automated Irish lilt filled the air.

“There is a woman on the main floor demanding to speak to Sergeant Barnes, Captain Rogers, and Mr. Stark. She is getting quite persistent and is claiming it has to do with Agent Hardin.” FRIDAY  informed.

Bucky and Steve looked at each other, Steve still looking at his friend very sternly. “We’re not done with this chat,” Steve said with a bit of a threatening note before grabbing Bucky’s jacket collar and tugging him off to the elevator.

Steve and Bucky met Tony coming off of another elevator in the lobby. They exchanged confused glances before their attentions were redirected towards the main commons of the lobby. There was a bit of a commotion and both tower employees and tourists who could come and take pictures with cardboard cutouts of the Avengers in the main entrance were standing around staring at an aggressive argument happening between two agents and a woman.

As Bucky got closer he immediately recognized the red hair, bandanna, and bright sleeve tattoos of Layne’s best friend; Susanna Sweet. She was wearing a black T-Shirt with a ripped denim vest covered in patches and leather pants. Her motorcycle boots were sans heels this time but she had a motorcycle helmet and leather jacket tucked under one of her arms as her free hand jabbed a finger into the chest of one of the agents. It was the tourists sudden excitement and flashing of cell phone cameras that alerted Susanna to the arrival of the three men. She looked up at them, her green eyes flashing with anger and it caused the men to pause.

Tony finally stepped forward waving off the agents who had also paused at their arrival. “Agents…you. Go back to what you were doing. We can handle this from here.”

“Johnson and Ramirez,” Steve whisper-hissed at Tony.

“What? Oh. Agent Johnson, Agent Ramirez. Good work, thank you.” The agents looked at each other and then back at Susanna who quirked an eyebrow at them. They quickly stepped out of her way as she stomped over to them.

Susanna raised her chin as she stared at them with controlled rage, when drawn up to her full height she stood nose to nose to with Tony and to the man’s defense only the muscle in his jaw twitched at her aggressive stance. “Do you want to take me somewhere private so I can tell you all how you fucked up or do you want me to let you know here?” She bit out through clenched teeth.

Tony cleared his throat and clapped his hands together. “Conference room then? Right this way, Ms. Sweet.” He reached out to guide her, but retracted his hand when she gave him a look that threatened to leave him needing a permanent iron appendage. Susanna quietly fumed the entire elevator ride up and until Bucky closed the conference room door behind them. She tossed her bike helmet and jacket on the table with a loud clatter and pulled her phone out of her vest pocket.

“So, one of your team members gets kidnapped and you can’t open your phone lines up? I have to come all the way out here from Minnesota to do your job for you?” Susanna seethes at them.

“Phone lines?” Bucky asked stepping forward, placing his palms flat on the table, his face knitted in confusion.

“I have FRIDAY block all encrypted calls to the tower. We’d get basement losers with voice scramblers calling the tower all the time reporting fake catastrophes,” Tony explained, leaning against the far wall and crossing his arms. Steve stood next to him with his hands on his hips, eyes trained on the woman in front of him.

“I got this call three days ago and I couldn’t get any of your agents to listen to me when I tried calling, eventually they blocked my number,” Susanna explained, hitting a few buttons on her phone and setting it on the table.

White noise crackled through the speaker before a soft hint of labored breathing could be heard. “Suzu? It’s Layne,” her voice was strained and quiet. “I have to be quick. You have to get a hold of Tony or Steve - I can’t - FRIDAYS defenses wont let me through. I was taken and I sneaked a phone from a guard but they’ll figure it out soon. Tell them I think I’m north of border, tell them I’m outside of any major cities and I heard one of them say something about a river and I heard rushing water when I was outside. There’s a complex of old bunkers. Please? I’m sorry.” There was a scuffing noise just as a sound of a large heavy metal door was thrown open. There was yelling and swearing and the sound of flesh against flesh before the line went dead. Sue’s fists were clenched around the back of a chair, her knuckles ghost white as she glared down at her phone on the table.

“There’s an old Hydra base on Moose River in Ontario, they had a meltdown at some point - I think in the seventies - and abandoned it,” Bucky said softly, his voice cracked and broken. He felt like someone had reached into his chest and clamped around his heart as he listened to her message, the thought of someone laying a hand on Layne made the acid in his stomach roll.

Steve nodded looking from the phone to Bucky. “I’ll get Natasha and Clint out there scouting ahead immediately. The rest of us will be wheels up in two hours. FRIDAY?” Steve called, immediately going into Captain America mode.

“Already alerting the others, Captain,” FRIDAY answered as Steve left the room, clapping Bucky on the shoulder as he went by.

Tony looked from the phone to Susanna to Bucky before clapping his hands together again, a nervous reaction he was never able to shake. “Right. Barnes, why don’t you show Ms. Sweet to Hardin’s room? You’ll have moderate access around the living and common areas. I’m going to go pick a suit.” He nodded to Susanna politely before also taking his leave.

That left Bucky and Susanna alone in the conference room, he looked up from where he had been staring a hole into the table to her through his chestnut hair. She was still radiating anger as she looked furiously at him. He stood and tucked his hands in his pockets, “Um. I guess if you want to follow me?” Bucky said reaching for the door. Before he had a chance to grab the handle Susanna had made her way to him in two strides, her fists tangled in his jacket and slamming his back against the wall, the plaster cracking on impact.

Bucky stuttered slightly, staring at her with disbelief. Sure she had caught him off guard, but he wasn’t exactly the lightest guy on the team and the walls of the tower weren’t exactly made of flimsy drywall.

“I’m going to level with you, Robocop. I don’t like the fact that I get a text saying you’re an asshole one second and a voice mail saying my girl is in danger the next. I like to think I’m pretty goddamn calm, but I’ve watched you stand here and scuff your toes in the carpet. So if you do not man the fuck up and bring her home safe I will personally make sure that you’re no longer able to shit without a bag attached to your side,” Susanna stated, sounding ever so calm and level headed.

Bucky reached up to carefully grab Susanna’s wrist with his metal hand to pry her grasp from him, but she redirected the grab slamming his metal arm into the wall next to him. The vibranium plates that made up his arm groaned and more spider cracks appeared around the impact point. Bucky raised his eyebrows at her in surprise, “You didn’t need help unloading your truck, did you?” She gave him a cheeky wink in response. Letting go of Bucky, Sue stuffed her phone in her pocket and grabbed her things from the table. “You going to show me to my room or what?”

~*~

Natasha and Clint had confirmed activity in the bunkers off the Moose River, so the rest of the team dropped the second quinjet down behind the tree line a mile out. When they converged Nat and Clint informed the others that it seemed like a fight had broken out in the complex. Bucky’s heart swelled with both pride and worry knowing that the only thing that should be causing a fight in there was Layne. They had decided that Bruce would stay on one of the jets unless there was a Code Green, so that they would have him for emergency medical if needed. Steve and Natasha were going to take the left couple of bunkers while Loki and Bucky were going to pair up and take the right. Sam, Tony and Clint would be running air interference. Wanda and Vision were tasked with finding any other hostages and getting them to safety.

Bucky hadn’t had the chance to really work with Loki yet and having both an unknown force with him and against him had his nerves on high alert, but he knew that if anyone was going to have a chance to help with Layne it was going to be him. Only Loki knew the full extent of Layne’s powers, even more than she did. All comlinks active in their ears the team dispersed, knowing their directions they started to make quick work of the complex.

Bucky and Loki made it through a bunker, taking down a handful of Hydra agents, but seeing no sign of Layne or Daniel. They weren’t necessarily here to rescue Daniel, but they figured if they came across the man they would bring him in. They didn’t even know if he needed rescuing or capture, but they knew Layne would never forgive them if they had a chance to get him and let him go. As Bucky and Loki approached the second bunker Natasha’s voice came over the comlink. It sounded strained and disgusted.

“I doubt we’ll find hostages. I have a bunker full of bodies, all various states of decay.”

Bucky’s heart caught in his throat and he almost ran to where Natasha was, willing to dig through corpses to make sure Layne wasn’t in there.

“Stay on target, we’ll go back to that building after if needed,” Steve’s voice responded, sounding just as distraught as Nat. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to picture what they might be looking at. After having been captured in the forties and dealing with that prisoner camp, he knew what a pile of rotting death looked like and he steeled himself hoping that he wouldn’t have to go foraging for Layne’s body.

“We need to split up,” Loki said tersely. He would never admit the affinity that he allowed to grow for Layne. He admired her quite a bit and the thought of her lifeless in that bunker terrified him more than he would ever let on. “We can’t risk them disposing of her or leaving with her. I’ll take this one, you take the last.”

Bucky nodded in understanding and shifted his hold on his gun. He trudged through the ankle deep snow, making barely any noise as he approached the last bunker. The door had already been blown off it’s hinges but no scorch marks or blast damage could be seen around the sight. Leading with his gun, one eye down the scope Bucky checks both directions and hears voices down the left hallway. Stepping carefully, wary of any traps that were activated with their arrival, he froze as a Hydra soldier was physically thrown from a room to his right and collided against the opposite wall crumpling to the ground.

Bucky could hear a man’s voice talking softly, as if trying to placate a child, as another’s voice screamed in pain before being silenced suddenly. Bucky peeked around the corner, gun risen, to see Layne with her back to the doorway and a man with a shock of brown curls approaching her carefully with his hands up, a Hydra agent lying still on the ground at Layne’s feet. Layne was dressed in a white hospital gown, bruises bloomed bright against her pale skin on her legs and arms. The man was in dark jeans and a blue t-shirt with a black tactical vest on. What drew Bucky’s gaze was the small metal box that seemed to be surgically attached to the left side of his head, small red scars roped out of the sight across his shaved scalp.

“Stand down,” Bucky barked appearing in the doorway, gun trained on the man. He looked up over Layne’s shoulder and raised his hands more.

“No, you stand down. You don’t know what you’re walking into,” the man barked back. Layne turned slowly to Bucky’s voice and his chest clenched in pain as he saw the left side of her head shaved and the same box attached to the side of her scalp. The rest of her long brown hair was swept to the side, held off the fresh looking surgery sight with a braid and some pins. A trail of blood ran from Layne’s left ear and her upper lip and chin had blood crusting to them as well, a sign that Bucky has come to notice that she was overexerting her powers.

Layne assessed Bucky, her head tilting to the right and she took a slow careful step towards him. A small light on the silver box activated and Layne’s brown eyes melted into a fiery gold. Bucky felt a strong flutter in his chest, it was like the training session when Layne was forcing his consciousness out of his body. He tried to suck some air into his spasming lungs but the feeling just intensified. Layne’s expression hardened and she raised her hand, another light switching on on the little box.

It happened suddenly, the last four days of memories pulled to the surface of Bucky’s mind. The initial conference that had everyone full of confusion and concern before they dispersed to try to find her. The hopeless searching, Bucky sneaking into her room at night to surround himself in her comforter and smell, finding a small stash of her booze and finishing it himself. His encounter with Susanna and being over powered followed by the antsy flight to Canada. But then it went further back and Bucky winced at the feeling of his mind being invaded. It wasn’t like Hydra when they would wipe them from him, it was more like she was flipping through the pages of a book. Layne landed on the coffee shop with Steve, Sharon, and Lola. The memory played like a movie, every comment Bucky made to Lola and every little touch; Bucky could feel Layne’s jealousy rip through him like fire and Bucky tried to push back with his own lack of feelings towards the other agent.

Then memories that weren’t his filled his head. Layne sitting on a park bench alone in Central Park, feeling sad for herself, when suddenly her brother sat down next to her. The long car ride where Danny would refuse to talk to her and a Hydra agent getting fed up with her questions and knocking her out with a blow to the temple. Layne sneaking a phone from a guard and trying to get through to the tower before finally calling Susanna in a fit of desperation - the beating that followed her discovery. How she was strapped down and forced to project into different girls, they were trying to get Layne to separate their powers from them and put them into Hydra agents. Bucky watched as every girl died at Layne’s forced hands twenty odd girls in the three days she had been forced before a woman, not much older than Layne, declared she would get the same enhancement as her brother. They did it to her while she was awake, they couldn’t risk putting her to sleep or she ran the risk of going brain dead. Bucky felt everything she felt in that instant, searing through his head, and it dropped him to his knees.

Layne released her mental hold on him and wobbled slightly, Danny rushed forward and caught her elbow - worry etched on his face. Bucky growled at him and stood shakily. Layne brushed her brother off and approached Bucky, running her fingers along the scruff of his jaw.

“She doesn’t know but when she’s gone I sit and drink her perfume. And I’m sure she’s drinking too, but why, where and what for and who?” Layne muttered and Bucky looked at her with confusion, but the opening of a door distracted the three of them. The doctor from Layne’s memories stepped forward, pistol raised and pointed at them. Layne and Daniel bristled instantly, Daniel stood with defiance while Layne almost shrunk back from the woman trying to make herself small.

“Whisper, the activation words,” Doctor List ordered simply, her black hair falling stick straight to her shoulders in a shiny sheet. Daniel had rooted through Layne’s memories for List on Layne’s first night here, he had told the doctor that Layne knew the Winter Soldier activation words but he couldn’t quite get a hold of them. Her dark eyes were crazed and menacing and Danny took a step to the side to put himself in between her and his sister.

“That’s fine, Specter. Give me the Winter Soldier, Whisper or I kill your brother,” she demanded again, pulling the hammer back on the gun.

Layne whimpered and shook her head. Her eyes were screwed shut tight and her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. A light was blinking on the box on her head and she started humming some song. Blood starting dripping from her nose and down her lip. Bucky growled and raised his gun to the woman. There must be a control in the little box and the thought of her being a puppet for Hydra like he had been for so many years made him even more furious.

“That’s not gonna work, sweetheart,” Bucky responded harshly, grabbing Layne gently to pull her behind him.

“Forced fed, forced meds ‘til I drop dead. You can’t defeat her, when you meet her you’ll get what I said,” Layne whispered behind him. Bucky glanced back at her quickly, worry flooding his eyes before refocusing on the woman in front of him, gun pointed back at her.

“What did you do to her?” Bucky demanded, clicking his comlink line open.

“I gave her brain an enhancement, the same as I did her brother. She’s stubborn and strong willed, she just wants to fight. Daniel was such a good boy, compliant and strong, but now he wants to fight too. No bother, once I bring the Winter Soldier back to Hydra I wont need two little ghost children,” She fired her gun, and Daniel fell to the ground. Bucky responded by landing a bullet in between her eyes. Bucky felt Layne rush passed him and watched her fall to her knees next to her brother. Daniel let out a groan and moved to sit up.

“I have Layne and her brother, I need an evac immediately - Daniel has been shot. The doctor is dead,” Bucky said into his link and strode over to the two siblings. The bullet connected with Daniel’s shoulder just to the inside of the strap finding the soft spot under his collarbone, Bucky looked to the wall behind him and saw the bullet impact. “It’s a through and through, you’ll be okay. Can you stand? I have a good doctor on the plane,” Bucky held his hand out for the man and Daniel looked at it warily before reaching up with his good arm and taking it.

Bucky looked down at Layne who was still kneeling on the floor, her hair hanging in front of half her face. Daniel put a hand on her shoulder, rocking her softly and she looked up at them.

“Come on, doll, we need Banner to look at you. Let’s go home,” Bucky said bending down and picking her up carefully. She responded by burying her face in his neck and letting out a soft whimper. Bucky and Daniel met the rest of the team outside and everyone loaded into the jets. Bruce immediately went to work on Daniel’s shoulder, Natasha and Clint stayed behind to make sure there was no intelligence left in the base.  

Bucky sat towards the back of the jet, waiting for Banner to have a moment. He still had Layne in his arms, she made no move to get out of his lap when they got into the jet and he didn’t move to let her go. As selfish and guilty as it made him feel, he was relishing this contact with Layne. He buried his face in her hair and could smell the underlying scent of blackberries lingering under the sweat and blood. He softly ran his hands up and down her back in soothing motions as he closed his eyes to shut out the world. He could feel Steve and Wanda watching him carefully, both the only two that probably had an insight to what had been going on between himself and Layne, but he didn’t care. Bucky felt hot tears on his neck and he rocked side to side softly, making soft shushing noises in her hair.

He felt like such a fool, wasting time avoiding Layne after they got back from the mission and then messing around with Agent Mahoe. One big week of bad decisions led to Layne getting taken and experimented on and it was all his fault. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter as tears pricked at the corners.  

“Who’s jealous, who’s jealous, who’s jealous of who? If I get busy then I couldn’t care less what you do. But when I’m by myself I think of nothing else than if a girl just might be getting through and touching you,” Layne whispered against his throat and Bucky sucked in a sharp rattling breath.

“I’m sorry, doll. God, I’m so sorry. We’ll get this all fixed and then we’ll talk. I promise, I’m not leaving you,” Bucky whispered into her hair, squeezing her to his chest.

Banner and Daniel approached the back of the jet where they were sitting. Danny had a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, the arm up in a sling. “Does she still have the block up?” Danny asked, looking at his baby sister with concern. Layne looked up at Danny sharply, betrayal evident in her gaze as her eyes started to shift. Danny held his good hand up and stepped back.

“Block?” Bruce asked looking cautiously between the siblings.

“There’s a control in these boxes. I broke mine a while ago, I kept playing the part of their puppet and they never questioned. Layne is blocking their command signal, knowing her she’s probably playing some really annoying song playing over and over in her head,” Daniel responded. “She, for obvious reasons, doesn’t trust me so I don’t want to break into her mind to pull her barrier down. She’ll do it when she feels safe again.”

Layne continued to glare at her brother, not seeming pleased that he was speaking for her. A yellow light lit up on Layne’s box and she made a snarling noise, flicking her eyes over to Wanda. Wanda sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and held her hands up, remorse evident in her eyes.

“I just wanted to see if I could help,” Wanda explained softly, a soft sob catching in her throat.

Bucky could hear the little mechanisms turning in the little three inch by three inch box, the yellow light going out and he could feel Layne’s muscles relax. He watched as Loki, Steve, and Tony all exchanged glances before Tony stepped up and clapped Daniel on his good shoulder.

“You wouldn’t mind working me through those little boxes of yours?” Tony asked.

Daniel looked at Tony carefully, taking in the iron suit that he had yet to take off. “They’re enhancers and I’m not exactly sure I want to hand over the secrets to them to the one other person who could replicate them. You already manufactured warfare once.”

“Well, I’m probably the most suited to getting them off of you.” Tony snarked, folding his arms across his chest. His stance was was a weird combination of offensive and defensive. He hated having the weapons thrown in his face and he was disgusted by the notion that he would mass produce an Inhuman control device. Tony was having serious thoughts about throwing the man out of the jet.

“Get them off?” Daniel scoffed. “That’s the last thing you should be doing. Hydra did us a favour with these, I just need to get Layne to let me take the control monitor out and she’ll be fine. The power mutation that runs in my family’s line is more of a burden then anything, there’s no way to actually control it all of the time. Now we can; pull memories selectively, remove souls from our opponents without leaving our bodies vulnerable, flip a mental switch and be able to read the auras. There is so much we can do now because of these enhancers. Besides it was brain surgery to get them in, it’ll be brain surgery to get them out.”

“And you just offered your sister up to them freely?” Bucky growled softly, he felt Layne knit her fingers in his jacket, but kept his glare on Daniel.

Daniel narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. “I had to play my part, I’m supposed to be their little puppet. If Hydra had told you to go kill your mother when you were the Winter Soldier - would you have?” Bucky tried not to wince at his question, knowing that he was right in that regard. “Besides, as horrible as getting the damn things put in is; she needs it. Once she gets the hang of it, no one kidnapping her or forcing her to do anything ever again.”

Everyone blinked at Daniel, Bucky looked down at Layne who was now blankly fiddling with a zipper on Bucky’s jacket. Tony pursed his lips as he looked down at the newest member of their team. When he had flown out to Minnesota to recruit Layne it was for a motley of reasons. He figured her intensive research into the DNA behind Inhumans would prove invaluable to Banner’s research and maybe give a break in the mystery behind the boy’s serum. He figured her powers would not only be good at keeping everyone in check, especially Barnes, but he also could see the asset behind her meticulous work and planning that was evident in her research papers. Tony, however, for all of his infallible planning never saw the girl getting taken and tainted like the rest of them.

“Yeah, well, I know a guy who could have those out in two seconds,” he finally spit out and turned away, bottling his emotions deep down inside like he was one to do.

“Wheels down in five minutes,” Steve called back from the pilot’s seat and Layne burrowed herself into Bucky more, still keeping a wary eye on her brother. Daniel looked down at his sister and frowned, she would forgive him eventually, she’d have no other choice.

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