I Trust You
The three of you tied up the man and woman who lay unconscious on the floor, and left them in the corner. There was a door in the room that led out to a different hallway and you filed out one by one into darkness. Tony lit the way with one of his hand thrusters and you and Bucky followed the blue, ethereal-like light that flooded the hall. This continued for about five minutes of twisting and turning without coming into contact with any other rooms or people. Suddenly, as you rounded a corner, there were two doors standing opposite each other. Tony leaned against the one on the right and there was silence, all except the faint clink and rattle of chains. Tony kicked the door down ferociously with one swift movement and it fell into the room, its hinges breaking like plastic.
“They really need better security on this place,” he muttered to himself as you walked past him into the room.
“(Y/N)?” a low, rough voice called from inside the room. The room was a dusky shadow until Tony shone his light on it. It was like a small jail cell, bare of even the essentials, and its inmate, was Steve Rogers.
“Steve!” you exclaimed, running over to him. There were several cuts along his arms and face that were already almost done healing. His wrists and ankles were bound tightly together by handcuffs and some kind of plastic so that he wouldn’t have the movement to break them apart.
“Tony, come here,” you waved a hand for the Man in the Metal Suit to enter the room. He walked over and began melted away the links in the metal. You could feel the heat from the blue flame and Steve winced as it singed his skin.
“Damn it, Stark,” he hissed under his breath.
“Is that the closest you’ve ever come to cursing, Capsicle?” Tony teased before snapping the hot metal and molten plastic. “All done, no need to thank me for saving your life.”
Steve scowled and looked up to see Bucky leaning against the doorway, his jaw hard and his arms crossed tightly. Steve’s expression softened momentarily, until he looked back at you. He stood up and flexed his arms.
“(Y/N)… There’s something we need to tell you… It’s about your brother…” he began solemnly.
“It’s okay, I know,” you whispered mournfully, not meeting his gaze. “Nat told me who… what he is.”
“We’ll get him back,” Bucky said suddenly. You turned to look at him, and he stood straight now, with his arms at his side. He stared at you with a determined expression and glinting eyes.
“But Bucky… there’s no way they’ll just let him go. They control him now. It’s not like what they did to you. He… he remembers everything and is still working with them…” Your voice began to shake but you swallowed hard and shook your head.
“Well… we could always try Natasha’s method…” Steve suggested. You mulled over what he said for a moment until loud voices carried through the hall. You jumped and ran out of the room and into the other door that stood across from it, grabbing Bucky’s hand and dragging him in after.
“I need you fighting with me,” you whispered to him as you barrelled through the door into the (luckily) empty room. It was barren bar two metal tables and a few chairs. You shut the door behind you quickly and began to drag the tables into the centre of the room. Bucky caught on to what you were doing and heaved them onto their sides so that the tops faced the door. He pulled some of the chairs over and scattered them around the tables. There were footsteps outside the door now, and a shout of anger from a man. You and Bucky jumped behind the table to use it a shield and you reluctantly handed him one of your guns. He looked at you and shook his head but you pushed it into his hands.
Tony and Steve must have hidden in the other room until the HYDRA agents noticed the broken door, and attacked because there was now a deafening noise of crashing and skin on metal. The door broke down as someone was thrown through it, Steve standing behind him tall. The man landed on the concrete floor with a crunch and groaned in pain. Steve stalked over to him and gripped him by the front of his shirt, hoisting him up and pinning him against the wall so that his feet barely skimmed the floor.
“Is this it?” you exclaimed, shocked by the lack of gunfire and struggle.
“Two guys, poor kids didn’t see us coming,” Tony smirked, stepping into the room.
“Where is Ryan (Y/L/N)?” Steve growled at the agent, pressing his forearm into his throat. The man choked and his face went bright red. Steve released some of the pressure put kept his stature rigid, barely even breaking a sweat.
“Why w-would I tell y-you?” the agent spat weakly, gasping for air. Steve was pushed away when a metal hand grasped the man around the neck and a human fist flew through the air and punched him harshly.
“Bucky!” Steve exclaimed, “We need him alive.”
There was now blood pumping profusely from the agent’s nose and lip, and his eyes began to droop.
“Tell. Us,” Bucky stated, tightening his grasp on his neck. The man coughed dryly and mouthed something.
“Let him speak, Buck,” Steve said anxiously. Bucky grunted and loosened his grip.
“F-fine, I’ll t-take you to him,” the man heaved. You reached forward and placed a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder. All this time you were so caught up in the moment that you forgot everything that had happened. You were going to get your brother back.
Bucky set the man down and pulled his hands behind his back quickly. Tony left for a moment and returned with the chains used to confine Steve. He wrapped them tightly around the agent’s wrists and welded them together again. The man whimpered in pain when Tony “accidentally” let his thrusters glide over his skin. If it was any other situation, you would have scolded him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to muster an ounce of compassion.
The agent limped awkwardly into the hallway that was now riddled with debris from the broken doors, and led you and the team back the way you had come from, with Steve keeping a tight hold on the shackles. He brought you through the room where you found Bucky, and you felt him stiffen at your side. Bucky stared at the chair he had been strapped to and you reached out and took his hand in yours, squeezing it briefly. He turned to look at you, his face filled with pain and something else… Something you couldn’t quite make out just yet.
As the agent led you out of the room and up the stairs, you felt uneasiness sweep over you as you climbed each step. Bucky fumbled with something and you looked down to see him handing you back your gun.
“I trust you,” you whispered softly.
“I don’t,” he said shortly. You shook your head and clenched your fist so that he couldn’t give it back to you. If there was any time to prove how much he meant to you, it was now.
You finally reached the lobby, and as the door swung open, the last chance of saving Ryan was now upon you.