James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes (
nerves_of_ice) wrote2022-02-27 03:26 pm
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[Leipzig AU] a means to a necessary end
It's a long flight from Berlin to Novosibirsk and the secret location far beyond it, even in a Quinjet. They spend the time planning and coordinating. Bucky describes the structure and security of the facility itself as best he remembers. Tony calls up plans and blueprints from god knows where and throws them into the middle of the plane for all to see. They're not the same as what Bucky remembers, they figure out fairly quickly, but they're better than nothing.
Tony also takes over the back of the plane and snaps at anyone who comes close, doing something that involves shifting screens and models of buildings and wave patterns and a human skull, and the eventually the low humming grind of a machine. Soon after, he stalks back up to the front of the plane and shoves a set of custom-fabricated earplugs at Bucky, who stares at them and then at Tony.
"Noise-cancelling all the way to total sound blackout. Tap the end of the earpiece to deafen yourself," Tony informs him. "Last thing we need's for you to be his puppet." Bucky starts to stammer a thanks, but Tony growls something under his breath and stalks back to the back of the plane again to work on something else. Steve catches Bucky's eye and shakes his head, and Bucky decides to leave well enough alone.
Sam advises everyone to rest in shifts; Bucky knows he's not wrong, but neither he nor Steve can do it, and after a while Sam stops trying to convince them. Natasha sits with him for a while, her eyes dark with concern. They don't say much, but there's no need to.
A Snowcat is parked outside the door of the facility when they land. Bucky's jaw sets in hard lines at the sight of it, and he trades a look with Steve.
They're already here.
Tony also takes over the back of the plane and snaps at anyone who comes close, doing something that involves shifting screens and models of buildings and wave patterns and a human skull, and the eventually the low humming grind of a machine. Soon after, he stalks back up to the front of the plane and shoves a set of custom-fabricated earplugs at Bucky, who stares at them and then at Tony.
"Noise-cancelling all the way to total sound blackout. Tap the end of the earpiece to deafen yourself," Tony informs him. "Last thing we need's for you to be his puppet." Bucky starts to stammer a thanks, but Tony growls something under his breath and stalks back to the back of the plane again to work on something else. Steve catches Bucky's eye and shakes his head, and Bucky decides to leave well enough alone.
Sam advises everyone to rest in shifts; Bucky knows he's not wrong, but neither he nor Steve can do it, and after a while Sam stops trying to convince them. Natasha sits with him for a while, her eyes dark with concern. They don't say much, but there's no need to.
A Snowcat is parked outside the door of the facility when they land. Bucky's jaw sets in hard lines at the sight of it, and he trades a look with Steve.
They're already here.
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"I told you most of it. He asked me a bunch of questions and I answered them all. He gave me a cover – told me to pretend to be his girlfriend. And to get him to the airport. Which I did. I helped him set things up in the facility. And then..."
She shrugs, very slightly. "I don't remember anything after getting into the chamber. Not until you opened it."
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It still infuriates him, thinking of how Sharon must feel. He keeps petting her arm, and tips his head to lean it against hers. "No, you wouldn't remember anything," he says, softly.
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"He didn't count on you, though," she mutters, fierce. "He got it wrong. All of it."
She's viciously happy that Bucky hadn't had a chance to update her, that she'd had no idea that Tony already knew, that they'd had a chance to start working through it all. "He must have been so surprised. Asshole."
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"Fortunately he was so sure he was right he didn't bother confirming in clear terms. And he only asked what you were doing with the Task Force. He didn't tell me to elaborate."
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"Protecting me, huh?" he murmurs.
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It was probably just that the drug took away her ability to proactively elaborate or determine that other information, not specifically asked for, might be desired. "Maybe it was, deep down."
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"Do you want me to tell you what happened while you were out of it?" he asks, finally.
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"Better to hear it now than at the debrief," she murmurs.
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"Nat and Sam stayed above," he starts. "We knew he was already there, because of the Snowcat. The plan was they'd be on extraction, looking for you, but in case any of the Soldiers had been activated... we needed them above. I went in with Steve and Tony, and led them to the silo chamber."
There's no humor in his grim expression. "After all, I knew the way."
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"And you thought he'd come for the other Soldiers," she murmurs. "So of course you'd start there."
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"He set up shop in the silo control chamber. Meant it was too tough to break in - so he could taunt them for a while. Steve and Tony, really. I don't think he sees me exactly the same."
A tool to control; a weapon to wield, he thinks. Based on the fate of the flawed Soldiers, maybe something to be eliminated.
"He had a video set up." Each word is bleak and bitter, and achingly clear. "Surveillance camera. From the mission. Howard and Maria. Tony saw it all."
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"I'm sorry, baby," she murmurs. "It must have been hard to watch. For all of you."
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He sighs, long and slow. "But he held it together. Somehow. Steve grabbed him before he could draw a bead on me, long enough for him to get himself under control. And then he blasted at Zemo instead."
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Thank God for Steve. Thank God. And she was right there, but wouldn't have known... maybe not ever, if they'd lost.
"Good for Tony," she murmurs. Her heart aches for him. "I hope it helped."
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His arm tightens around her, just a little.
“So Zemo used the words.”
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When she pulls back, she ghosts her fingertips over his ear, where the life-saving plug had been. "Thank God Tony made you those earplugs."
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“I faked it,” he tells her. “He thought he had me. “I gave Steve a hand signal so he know, and we fought. Made it look real.”
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"And Tony? He went for Zemo while you two were distracting him?"
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Bucky swallows, hard, as his arms tighten around her again.
"But Zemo came out. Ordered me to stop fighting Steve. Had to do it, or give the game away. He wanted to - to hurt him. He wanted to --"
He can hear the strain in his own voice, but he can't seem to do anything about it.
"He aimed his gun at you. Ordered me to find Tony in the control room and kill him. Told Steve he could only save one of you."
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"But he didn't have to make a choice," she murmurs, trying to soothe him. "You weren't going to hurt Tony."
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He swallows hard. "One shot. That's all he needed for the others. If Steve had missed, if - I wasn't close enough. I couldn't - and if I tried, then both you and Steve would be --"
A long, long pause.
"Tony dropped on him like the wrath of the heavens from above. And that was the end of it."
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Too close.
He's holding her like he's afraid she'd vanish right from his arms. She curls to press herself against him, a warm reminder that she's here and solid and real and living. "Then you woke me up."
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