As y/n is interrogated by Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, memories of her life as the Ruby Raven start resurfacing. She used to work hand in hand with the Winter Soldier. Except she knows there's more to that, more to him, and she's determined to...
"We fight every night for something When the sun sets we're both the same Half in the shadows Half burned in flames"
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--2016--
"So you like cats ?"
"Sam..."
When I wake up, I'm in the back of a truck and —unsurprisingly— still handcuffed. Sam Wilson is sitting next to me and Rogers is in front of us, next to the Cat-Man.
"What ? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more ?"
I grunt. My head hurts but what this man did to my James pisses me off even more.
"I sure as hell wanna know who he thinks he is," I almost growl.
Steve gives me a quick look before he looks back to him. "Your suit. It's vibranium ?"
"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. The mantle passed from warrior to warrior. And now because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. So I ask you, as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me ?"
"He didn't do it, you useless cat. I swear to god if you touch one single streak of hair of his, I'll-"
"Y/n, stop it."
"Hell no. I wanna know where James is and...where the hell is my cat ?"
"They're safe," Steve says as he clenches his jaw. Something in his attitude tells me he doesn't believe his own words and that scares the shit out of me. The rest of the ride is silent and I have to stop myself from throwing every swear word I know in both English and Russian to that wannabe panther or whatever. When we're finally allowed to get out of the car, I notice I'm the only one wearing handcuffs. Great. Steve looks to his right and the change in his eyes makes me look in the same direction. Here he is, locked in a glass cage, strapped down to a chair. It reminds me painfully of his Winter Soldier days. This looks exactly like the times he was about to be activated. His look crosses mine and I desperately want to run to him. We both know it wouldn't help anyone and he looks down at his feet. Steve walks to a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
"What's gonna happen ?"
"Same thing that'll happen to you," answers a man in a grey suit. "Psychological evaluation and extradition."
"Then why is he locked up like this ?" I ask angrily.
"Safety measure." He nods to the two men standing next to him and each of them take one of my arms. I immediately fight back.
"Leave her alone," Steve says.
"This is Everett Ross, deputy task force commander," says a blonde woman, ignoring what we said.
