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thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2015-07-21 06:37 pm
thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2015-07-21 06:37 pm
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It's quiet...too quiet.
Sam got some intel about a possible safehouse-slash-weapons depo that might be of interest to Bucky, so he and Steve head out to upstate Pennsylvania to check it out.
Steve doesn't have much hope for finding Bucky there--they're always at least two steps behind him, it seems, cleaning up what he leaves behind-- but sometimes standing in rooms he knows where Bucky has been is all the comfort he can find. Sometimes he feels like painting "BUCKY COME HOME" on the walls, just to see what would happen.
But Bucky won't be back to places he's already destroyed. Steve knows that.
Anyway.
The warehouse is on the edge of a small rural town that the economic crisis has hit hard. Most of the store fronts are boarded up. Some of the fields are bare, some are overgrown, and some hold the machinery of fracking. The warehouse itself looks rusty and abandoned, and Steve would pass it by if there weren't the hope of some sort of clue.
(Or the chance to bash some heads.)
It takes only a tap from the shield to break the padlock on the small door to the side of the building. No reason to break into the main security doors and draw attention to themselves. Steve eases the door open and steps inside, and nods to Sam.
Steve doesn't have much hope for finding Bucky there--they're always at least two steps behind him, it seems, cleaning up what he leaves behind-- but sometimes standing in rooms he knows where Bucky has been is all the comfort he can find. Sometimes he feels like painting "BUCKY COME HOME" on the walls, just to see what would happen.
But Bucky won't be back to places he's already destroyed. Steve knows that.
Anyway.
The warehouse is on the edge of a small rural town that the economic crisis has hit hard. Most of the store fronts are boarded up. Some of the fields are bare, some are overgrown, and some hold the machinery of fracking. The warehouse itself looks rusty and abandoned, and Steve would pass it by if there weren't the hope of some sort of clue.
(Or the chance to bash some heads.)
It takes only a tap from the shield to break the padlock on the small door to the side of the building. No reason to break into the main security doors and draw attention to themselves. Steve eases the door open and steps inside, and nods to Sam.
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"Don't," Steve says, in a way that makes the agent close his mouth.
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"Really? One guy, whom you've already lost, is going to save your asses? How pathetic."
"Why are we bothering with these guys again? Seems like busy work."
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"I'm going to ask you once. Who. Do. You. Answer. To."
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"You don't know how lucky you are," he tells the man quietly.
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Bad choices get made in fights all the time, but it's a relief they aren't starting how.
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Steve is skeptical, visibly so.
"My life is forfeit now," the angent say. "I've no reason to lie to you."
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Steve's grip tightens on the man's arms, and the agent says quickly, "We're never told more than that. We never ask."
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He tells the agent shortly, "We'll be turning you over to the authorities," and all but shoves him away.
There are other things to deal with now. The water, the drowned agents.
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"Where's your CO?" He asks, low and dangerous. If this guy didn't know anything, maybe they just need to climb the chain of command.
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Steve pulls out his phone. "I'm calling the Stark Foundation to clean this up." He adds quietly, "I'm not going to hurt him."
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Out loud, he says, "Of course he is." He turns the guy then, forcing his arms behind his back so Sam can zip-tie his hands together. Just in case he gets any funny ideas.
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