Chapter Text
"Ugh, this is the worst." Peter grumbled, shivering in the small, empty S.H.I.E.L.D warehouse.
"Be quiet. We're supposed to be watching out for the team." Wanda said in a bored
Bucky just shook his head and smiled.
They were on a mission in Northern Russia to find the new leader of HYDRA, and the barren landscape and minimal heating inside the warehouse didn't serve to protect them from the cold. Bucky was communicating with the rest of the Avengers via comms, and Wanda was monitoring them with a telepathic link.
Peter was just cold.
Suddenly, a bang sounded outside the door of the building.
"Get ready." Bucky said in a low voice.
Wanda held her hands up, creating scarlet energy between them.
Peter stood up, standing tense and at the ready to fight.
The door caved in, revealing a team of HYDRA soldiers with automatic guns. The leader held a glowing device, which he shot at Peter.
Peter leaped up and stuck to the ceiling, shooting a web at the weapon while Wanda shielded him with her force field.
Bucky fired his gun at the other soldiers, but it didn't seem to effect them.
BANG.
The weapon fired at Wanda, who was still focused on helping Peter.
She collapsed, and Peter dropped from the ceiling to run to her.
Bucky turned for a split second.
It was all one of the soldiers needed to shoot him with a different gun.
Bucky seemed to freeze, unmoving.
He stared at the soldier with a cold hatred in his eyes.
"Hello, Asset." The woman said in a thick Russian accent.
She pulled a red book out of her pocket.
It had a black star on the cover.
Bucky's eyes widened.
Fear showed in their depths.
"желание." The woman started, walking around Bucky.
Peter and Wanda were in the corner, four soldiers pointing guns at their heads.
Wanda's eyes were no longer glowing red.
She had lost the link.
"ржaвый" She kept going, even though Bucky's eyes were begging her to stop.
"No." His voice was strained, as if the energy around him was trying to prevent him from speaking.
"What's happening?" Peter asked, his voice scared and small.
Wanda also looked confused and terrified.
"Семнадцать. Рассвет."
Bucky started struggling against the energy holding him still.
"Печь. Девять."
"Ahg, NO!" Bucky shouted, his voice hoarse.
"добросердечный. возвращение на
родnhy."
Bucky screamed.
"Stop! BUCKY!" Peter screamed too, seeing his friend in obvious pain.
Wanda looked shocked.
"Один."
"NO!" Bucky yelled, his voice fearful.
"грузовой вагон."
Bucky fell silent.
"Доброе утро, солдат." The woman said, her voice steady and commanding.
"Я готов отвечать." Bucky replied, his voice dull and void of emotion.
"Kill them." The woman said in English, releasing
Bucky from the gun.
She then beckoned her soldiers to follow her out of the door.
"I'll be waiting for you."
Peter helped Wanda up, his legs shaking.
"Bucky? Are you okay?"
Bucky didn't answer.
He walked towards them threateningly cocking his gun and aiming.
"OH MY GOD!" Peter screamed, dodging out of the way right as the man fired.
He pulled Wanda with him.
Bucky dropped his gun and swung a punch at Peter, who dodged again.
Peter was by the comms, so he pressed the button.
"Hello?" Nat's voice sounded from the other end of the comm.
"HELP!" Peter screamed again, dodging another attack from Bucky. It was an open line now that he had pressed the button.
"What's wrong, where are Wanda and Bucky?"
"Wanda's with me, Bucky is attacking us I don't know why, please help-"
Bucky smashed the system.
Wanda screamed.
"Wanda, I need you to try and stop him. Get him immobilized with your powers. I'll knock him out after that." Peter said as he jumped out of Bucky's punching range. They were behind Wanda.
She nodded and her eyes glowed scarlet, gathering energy in her hands.
Before she could turn and stop him, Bucky grabbed her neck with his metal arm, squeezing hard.
Wanda choked and her eyes dulled back to green. Her energy disappeared as she lost her breath.
"WANDA! BUCKY STOP!"
Peter grabbed Bucky, forcing him to let go of the girl.
Bucky turned to him and threw Peter against the wall.
"Ahhg!" He cried out in pain, feeling his ribs throb.
Bucky fired.
Peter dodged, but he was a little too late.
A sharp pain grazed his side.
A bullet had barely missed him, creating a gash in his abdomen.
He fell to the ground, scrambling back from Bucky, who was walking towards him, his eyes dull.
Peter closed his eyes, not wanting to see Bucky kill him.
BOOM.
A small hole blew in the ceiling, a figure dropping down from it on top of Bucky, pressing a taser to his neck.
The Winter Soldier collapsed to the floor.
He was unconscious.
Nat had knocked him out.
The last thing Peter heard was her say, "Oh my god."
He blacked out.