CHAPTER TWENTY:

TIC TAC

LETTING OUT A small groan, Y/n's e/c eyes fluttered open, glancing around the place she was in. A little in front of her, stood Sam with his arms crossed, slightly pacing back and forth. Looking to her right, she sees Bucky sitting there, looking like he was just waking up as well.

Feeling a tug on her wrist, she looks down, seeing one of her wrists hand-cuffed to a large and thick metal pole as Bucky's metal arm was trapped in-between two heavy objects. His blue eyes land on his beloved, meeting her e/c orbs.

"Y/n..." Bucky croaks out in a whisper.

"Hey, Cap!" Sam calls upon seeing them both awake.

Steve jogs over, both men walking inside, stopping just a little in front of the two partners, glancing between them.

"Steve." Y/n murmurs, glancing at her brother.

"Which Bucky and Y/n am I talking to?" Steve asks.

Y/n smiles slightly. "Our mom's name was Sarah."

"You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." Bucky adds, chuckling.

"Can't read that in a museum." Steve states.

"Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?" Sam questions.

"What did we do?" Bucky asks nervously.

"Enough." Steve replies.

Bucky sighs. "Oh, God, I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside us is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."

"Who was he?" Steve questions.

"We don't know." Bucky replies, glancing at Y/n.

"People are dead. The bombing, the setup, the doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you two. I need you both to do better than "I don't know"." Steve lists off.

"He wanted to know about Siberia. Where we were kept. He wanted to know exactly where." Y/n recalls.

"Why would he need to know that?" Steve asks.

"Because we're not the only Winter Soldiers." Y/n reveals.

"Who were they?" Steve questions.

"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history. And that was before the serum." Bucky explains.

"They all turn out like you two?" Sam asks.

"Worse." Bucky responds.

"The doctor, could he control them?" Steve asks.

"Enough." Y/n replies.

"Said he wanted to see an empire fall." Steve recalls.

"With these guys, he could do it. They speak thirty 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 explains.

Sam walks over to Steve, back facing the ex-assassins.

"This would have been a lot easier a week ago." Sam quietly tells the blonde.

"If we call Tony—" Steve begins.

"No, he won't believe us." Sam denies.

"Even if he did—" Steve tries again.

"Who knows if the Accords would let him help." Sam states.

Steve sighs. "Were on our own."

Sam shrugs a shoulder. "Maybe not. I know a guy."

~

Finding themselves parked under a bridge, Y/n sat in the back of a car beside Bucky, Sam in the passenger's as they watched Steve hop out of the driver's seat, meeting Sharon halfway under the bridge.

"Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car." Sharon comments.

"It's low profile." Steve replies.

"Good, because this stuff tends to draw a crowd." Sharon states.

Steve watches as she opens the trunk, revealing his shield, Sam's wings and their suits, along with Y/n's weapons and black suit she originally wore before they were caught.

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky suddenly questions from inside the car.

"No." Sam bluntly objects.

Pursing his lips, he scoots over, his body practically touching Y/n's as he wraps his arm around her shoulder. Y/n glances at him, their eyes meeting. Both start to lean in, their lips almost touching, until...

"Don't even think about it." Sam slowly intervenes, not even looking at them as he says this.

"I owe you again." Steve states.

Sharon shrugs. "Keeping a list."

Slowly, she glances over towards the car, gaze landing on Bucky and Y/n, lingering more on Y/n than Bucky.

"You know, she kinda tried to kill me." Sharon reminds, still looking at Y/n.

Steve nods a little. "Sorry. I'll put it on the list, too. They're going to come looking for you."

"I know." Sharon replies, nodding.

"Thank you, Sharon." Steve says politely.

Sam, Bucky and Y/n watch as Steve leans in slightly, Sharon's hand going to the back of his head as they share a kiss. Eventually, they pull away, talking to one another before Sharon walks off. Steve looks back at the three, seeing the three smiling at him, nodding their heads slightly.

~

Now sitting back in their getaway car, Steve found himself driving through an empty parking lot in an airport, turning the corner and soon parking the car beside a white van. The four of them hop out, while Wanda and Clint Barton get out of the van.

"Cap." Clint greets.

"You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice." Steve informs.

"Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt." Clint responds.

"Thanks for having my back." Steve tells Wanda.

Wanda shrugs. "It was time to get off my ass."

"How about our other recruit?" Steve questions.

"He's raring to go." Clint informs.

All of them watch as he walks back towards the van, opening up the back door. Sprawled across the back seats, laid Scott Lang, or also known to Sam as Ant-Man. Upon hearing the doors open, he sits up abruptly, squinting his eyes slightly to the new light.

"Had to put a little coffee in him... but he should be good." Clint adds.

"What time zone is this?" Scott asks, glancing to the archer while exiting the vehicle.

Clint doesn't respond as he pushes Scott slightly away from the van, the man's eyes landing on Steve, which makes his eyes go wide.

"Captain America!" Scott breathes out.

"Mr. Lang." Steve greets firmly as they shake hands.

A chuckle escapes Scott, all while they still shake hands. "It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long."

Steve nods slightly, trying and successfully removing his hand from Scott's as his lips purse, sharing a glance with Sam.

"Wow! This is awesome!" Scott gushes a little, glancing to Wanda. "Captain America. I know you, too. You're great!"

A smile makes it's way to Wanda's face as they watch Scott grip Steve's forearms slightly with a scrunched up face.

"Jeez. Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so... thanks for thinking of me." Scott states, then glancing at Sam. "Hey, man!"

"What's up, Tic Tac?" Sam greets back.

"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I-" Scott starts.

"It was a great audition, but it'll never happen again." Sam states, cutting him off.

"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve questions.

"Something about some psycho-assassins?" Scott recalls in question.

"We're outside the law on this one. So if you come with us, you're a wanted man." Steve explains.

Scott shrugs a shoulder. "Yeah, well, what else is new?"

"We should get moving." Y/n calls.

"We got a chopper lined up." Clint informs.

An alarm type sound suddenly rings through the air before a masculine voice speaks over the speakers, speaking in German.

"They're evacuating the airport." Bucky translates for them.

"Stark." Sam states, looking at Steve.

"Stark?" Scott repeats in question.

"Suit up." Steve instructs.