Chapter 1
The blond one crossed his muscular arms and leaned against the brick wall of the interrogation room. He had on a light blue bottom-up with the sleeves rolled up and khaki pants. Almost bored, he glanced from the thin, nervous piece of shit in a tracksuit to his partner, who was almost six feet of pure muscle. His partner glared across the table underneath his long hair. Tracksuit nervously swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to keep his cool.
"Let's not do this again," Steve said, pulling out a chair next to Bucky and looking over at their suspect. "My partner here, he's got a little bit of an anger problem, and a hell of an arm. So make things a little easier for yourself and just cooperate, eh? I'm Detective Rogers, and this is my partner Detective Barnes."
Bucky glared and grunted as Steve thumped him on the back. He played his part as bad cop well; his appearance was intimidating enough, but he liked to put on a show just for fun. It gave him a slightly sadistic pleasure to see suspects tremble in fear in front of him, though Steve did most of the talking.
He discreetly yet playfully grabbed at Steve's thigh under the table, earning a gentle squeeze of the hand and a look that said, "Later." He almost grinned, but remembered the task at hand.
"OKAY OKAY! Just call him off and I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
Steve raised his eyebrows as he looked toward Bucky. "Why don't you go grab our friend here some water? He seems a little high strung."
Bucky smirked as he clanged the metal chair to the table in a way that made Tracksuit flinch.
"Talk." Steve said.
Tracksuit gulped. "Look, I'm just a dealer. I ain't nowhere near the top where your guy is. I've never even seen the boss man. All I've heard is some weird shit, rumors from people above me, but below him."
Steve waited, taking in the sight before him, weighing the odds that this information was legitimate. It was the closest lead they'd gotten in their investigation into the organization only known as HYDRA. Like their informant, they were only running off speculation, rumors from everyone from the local grocer all the way up to the NSA.
SHIELD was separate from all that in their own way. Working as a specialized FBI unit, they investigated any and all things that the laymen couldn't even dream of handling.
Seated before Steve was 22-year old high school dropout turned drug dealer Buddy Howell. He looked like the typical douchebag, like he had a girlfriend still in high school and too many issues to count. Sweat covered the man's face as he continued, restlessly wringing his hands and shaking his legs beneath the table. Obvious signs of withdrawal. From what, Steve couldn't say.
A knock at the door took his attention from Buddy. His boss, Inspector Fury, whose one eye glared around him, entered, followed by Agents Maria Hill and Phil Coulson. "We'll be taking Mr. Howell here to Dr. Banner. His lawyer has requested that he seek medical attention," said Fury, with a cool edge to his voice. Steve crossed his arms, but stepped aside to let the agents pass.
"Consider it a break Rogers. Your boyfriend's waiting for you outside," Fury said only half jokingly on his way out.