seventy-two.
Dismounting the motorcycle, Bucky was already pissed off before he'd even reached the door. He passed his gun to Natalia and knelt down to unlock the large metal garage door. He slipped one of his metal fingers into a small metal hook and yanked.
The door rattled as it slid up the old rusted tracks and groaned when he pulled it still. Natalia slipped under the door and he did the same before pulling it back down to the ground with a clang and a cloud of dust.
There were a couple of loud clicks as Natalia flipped on the light switches. When Bucky turned, the lights had come on and there in the middle of the room was their prisoner. The cloth bag hid his face but they'd been doing this long enough to know that beneath it he was covered in crusted blood.
Bucky slammed his metal arm against a bunch of hanging chains to make a noise loud enough to get the prisoner's attention. Nat circled around the chair he was strapped to.
"Are you ready to talk yet? You may not get too many more chances. We're getting impatient and I'm really itching to cut out your tongue."
"Довольно. He will talk."
Crossing the room, he could see the prisoner hold his breath the closer that he got. He understood that it wasn't Natalia that he was afraid of. It was him. The prisoner was afraid of him and for good reason. After all they'd been through, it was only fitting that Bucky be the one person in the world to frighten this man.
Bucky'd spent far too long near this man in his life, and one way or another, Bucky was going to be the one to take him out. It's what he deserved. He deserved to finally die for everything he'd done in his miserable life.
For what he'd done to him. For what he'd done to Steve. To Peter. To Natalia.
He knelt down next to the chair and sucked in a breath. "You will talk, won't you? Because you and I both know I have no problems with killing you. I don't think you mind though. You know that you deserve it. You deserve death, and so much more. You deserve to suffer! You deserve to rot in fuckin' hell for what you've done!"
His voice was just barely short of a roar now as he yelled directly into the man's covered face. He glanced to Natalia, who, though nobody else would ever be able to tell, was beginning to look concerned. He pushed himself up, using his knees as leverage.
"You always knew it'd be me, didn't you, Brock?"
Bucky's eyes traveled upwards, not really focusing on anything as he lifted a gun from their makeshift table. Bucky thought this was incredibly similar to something that happened in one of those action movies that Peter showed him once. Where the 'good guys' had one of the bad guys trapped in some warehouse and were being all stoic and such... Really just proves how much of the stuff in those movies could actually happen in real life.
Though strapped to a chair and probably starving, Rumlow just laughed from beneath the bag. Now that Bucky was a safe distance away, he was able to put back up the wall that made him seem tough in the face of danger.
"Of course I knew, Barnes. You made it clear as goddamned water."
"Good. I'm glad you understand that one way or another, I will kill you."
Rumlow chuckled and leaned his head back. "You've tried. You've stabbed me, shot me... Your boyfriend dropped a building on me... And I'm still not dead yet. I don't think you want to kill me, I think you wanna be with me."
Bucky stormed across the room and stuck the barrel of his gun against Rumlow's throat. "No, you're not dead yet. But you put your hands on my son."
He pulled a large knife from its holster on his hip and brought it down on the wrist strapped to the chair. Rumlow screamed but Bucky just clicked his tongue and swung twice more, to make sure it came all the way off.
"You put your hands on my son, so now I'm going to cut them off... Among other things. Before I'm finished with you, you will tell me the truth."
After leaving the makeup store, Pepper made sure to remind Tony that she needed to stop at one of the nearby outlet stores. Tony asks why they'd go to an outlet store when he's a billionaire and she laughs, reminding him that not everyone is a billionaire. He laughs and accepts by handing his card back to Peter and tells him he can buy whatever he wants. Peter asks if it'd be okay to buy some new clothes.
Pepper asks what happened to his old clothes and Peter sheepishly says that they're not really his style anymore, and the weight he's put on has distributed differently than before and his pants don't quite fit right anymore. She says that's perfectly fine and she'll help him pick out some new clothes and Tony leaves them to head to the car dealership just down the way to see what's new.
Once they're alone, Pepper asks if his clothes actually didn't fit. He says that he lied and they do fit, but he lied because he didn't want Tony to judge him.
Pepper looks at him like he's a small puppy and sighs. "Tony doesn't have any room to make fun of you for anything, Peter. So c'mon, what's the truth?"
Peter sighs as he follows her around and watches her look at pencil skirts. "I wanted to try a different style, I guess... Find something that made me fit into the family better. And... And I've always sorta liked the way the feminine clothes look, and I've always kinda wanted to wear them. Not like, be a girl, not that there's anything wrong with that, cause girls are awesome, but..."
She puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Peter, I understand. And there's nothing wrong with that at all. If you want to wear different clothes, we can get you some different clothes. It's no problem, and if Tony dares to say anything, I'll change his lab passcode for a week." She teases.
The boy can't help but laugh and had to admit that he felt a lot better now that he knew Pepper had his back. So, for the hour that Tony was gone, they went through the store and while Pepper had already picked out what she needed, they found new things for Peter.
They picked out a few good button-ups and nice dress pants, along with some more feminine looking tops and even a really gorgeous pantsuit that Pepper might be jealous of if she hadn't gotten one for herself in another color.
The boy that checked them out didn't even seem fazed, but that's most likely because he was much busier checking Peter out anyways. Peter was too engrossed in his story to notice, he was telling Pepper that he's supposed to have a date with a guy-not boy-a guy. He was wondering if she knew why everyone seemed so... Allowing of their relationship if Wade was supposed to be a bad guy.
She insisted that she didn't really know, but if they were letting him see this guy, then he must not be so bad after all. Peter took that thought and held it close. He didn't want to think Wade was a bad guy. He remembers watching the Avengers dragging him into the base, and he remembers that he wasn't fighting. He was barely even being restrained... But everyone was so badly injured, someone had to do it.
Maybe someone else was all behind it and they were using Wade as a pawn in their game. Peter didn't want to play the game anymore, but they needed to find the king and deliver the ultimate checkmate. He didn't know what it would take to do so, but he'd be willing to help the only way he knew how.
He needed to get information, and he knew just who to ask.