Oh What Fun We'll Have
The room was deathly silent asides from Bucky’s deep breaths, his wrath laying heavy over the atmosphere.
“Bucky.” Steve stepped towards him slowly, not wanting him to snap. He had seen it happen once before on a mission and it wasn’t a pretty picture.
Bucky gripped the microphone in his metal hand, crushing it into a ball with a single crunch. He whipped around, causing Steve and Tony to take a step back. Fury stood still, not reacting to Bucky but it was obvious in his eyes that he had some doubts about holding ground. Bucky stomped forward before Steve could stop him.
“You sent her into a fucking Hydra base?” He hovered above Fury, his body literally vibrating in anger.
“If I had told you would you have let her go?” Fury returned honestly, taking a risky approach. Bucky reacted by slamming his metal fist into the metal wall behind him, just an inch from his face. Fury barely flinched.
“Bucky.” Steve repeated more forcefully.
“Of course I wouldn’t have let her go! Are you fucking crazy?” Bucky growled into Fury’s face, slamming the wall again. “Why would you send her there for her first fucking mission?”
“It was supposed to be easy, in and out. The building was supposed to be empty. We either got faulty intel or snitch and I will try my best to figure out which.”
“You think that will help?” To the relief of everyone else in the room, Bucky pulled back from Fury. However, he instantly began to slam both his metal and real fist into the wall a foot away. Steve now knew it was better to let him walk off with a few broken bones in his hand than to stop him. After a minute Bucky stopped his burst of violence, his hand bleeding and the wall dented beyond repair.
“Where is she?” He snarled.
“Washington state.” Fury responded calmly. “But by the time you get there she will be gone. We’re going to have to plan our next move carefully to get a step ahead of them.”
“You know what they could do to her in that time?” Bucky’s anger was rising once more. Steve was whispering to Stark telling him to get Wanda. Stark nodded, quickly and gratefully leaving the room.
“I know, Mr. Barnes, but there is nothing we can do.”
There was a moment of silence surrounded by tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“This was your fault Fury, and you’re going to pay.” Bucky lunged at Fury. This was the first time Fury showed a real reaction to Bucky’s attacks. He shielded his face but before Bucky reached him Steve tackled him to the floor. They each used their maximum strength, Bucky trying to get up with grunts and snarls while Steve held him down.
Steve heard the door slam open behind him. He turned around to see Wanda and Stark burst into the room. Bucky used this distraction to gain leverage and push Steve to the opposite wall with such a force it made a dent.
Wanda quickly jumped in to avoid any further injury. She closed her eyes and delved into Bucky’s mind. She felt a wave of anger, sadness and pain radiate from him before she could take the reigns and put him to sleep.
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Iris saw Rumlow come back down to her level on the floor. She saw his lips move but the ringing in her ears overpowered the words. She saw him smirk before returning to his feet.
Iris felt a pair of muscular arms hook under her own. They pulled her away from the wall and began dragging her back through the halls she had come through. Her vision blurred with the pain of each step the men pulled her forward.
Soon they reached a door which Iris didn’t remember. It lead into what Iris assumed was a hanger, only being able to make out rough blurs around her.
She was unceremoniously dragged and tossed into a small plane. Iris felt her body being hauled up once more, this time into a chair. The floor began to vibrate underneath her and her wrists and ankles became tighter.
Iris tried to turn her neck to look at her joints but her head just lopped to the side. She forced her eyes to focus for a second, noticing metal restraints across her wrists which she now assumed were the same around her ankles. Usually she would spit out some witty retort along the lines of, why would you tie up a girl who can’t even stand, but couldn’t muster up the energy for even that.
She felt a rough hand under her chin and as it was jerked upwards she was presented once more with a blurry Rumlow.
“Oh how much fun we’ll have with you sweetheart.” She barely made his last line out before the world went black.