A couple days later there was a bombing in Vienna...Nat was there. King T'Chaka has passed, many people were hurt or killed....They say The Winter Soldier did it....there's a warrant for his arrest.
I sat in the glass office with my head in my hands...I wasn't ready to see him.
Familiar voices drew my attention, I look up to see Steve and Sam following Nat and Tony. "Warmer than Jail." Tony says, leading them into the office.
"Y/N." Steve nods and sits at the end of the table. Sam sits across from me.
I turn away from him and stand, leaving the office and approaching Everett Ross.
"Ross. I want to see him."
"Barnes?" He turns to me, Sharon also turning.
"Yes."
"I can't let you do that." He shakes his head.
"Yes you can...I have every right to. After everything I've been through." I raises my voice.
Sharon shakes her head, "Y/N, you don't have any right to-"
"Shut the fuck up, Sharon." I cross my arms.
"I'm just-"
"I don't really give a fuck. The important people are talking, bye." I wave. She rolls her eyes and walks off.
"Really?" Ross asks.
"I'm not playing around....I want to see him. I'm begging you."
"Once he see's the doctor...then you can." Ross sighs.
"Thank you...so much." I smile.
"I'm only doing this because I like you and because I thought that was funny." He points and walks off.
I step back into the office as Steve gets up angrily and walks away from Tony. He walks up to me, "Y/N can we please talk...it's been over a year-"
"No." I shake my head.
"Please Y/N. I've missed-"
"Really? Missed me? Why do you care so much?" I ask.
"Because I lo-"
"Y/N, come on." Tony interrupts. I stare at Steve as he looks away, I back away and follow Tony.
After multiple phone calls, the power cuts off. My worst fears were coming true.
"Evac all civilians. Get me a perimeter around the building, and gunships in the air!" Ross yells.
"Please tell me you brought a suit." Natasha asks Tony.
"Sure did. It's a lovely Tom Ford, three-piece, two-button. I'm an active-duty non-combatant."
"Follow me." Sharon runs past us.
We follow her up to the main floor, I hide behind a pillar and suck in a deep breath as the others fight him. As The Winter soldier has Nat pinned down, I blast him back.
I freeze as he hurries over to me, his metal hand goes to my throat but as soon as he sees my tears on my cheek he pulls away confused. I couldn't move....and I couldn't speak. Suddenly T'Challa knocks him away from me.
My mind went elsewhere...I could of stopped him. But I couldn't move my feet, my body wouldn't let me.
"Y/N!" Tony grabs me as I stare blankly ahead. Just seeing the Soldiers face brought back every painful memory. "What happened?!"
"I-I'm sorry." I fall into his arms. "I saw him again....I couldn't move. All my nightmares came true Tony." I sob.
"Shh...it's okay. It's okay." He hushes me.
Secretary Ross approaches us, "I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?"
"We will. GSG-9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it." Tony nods.
"You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle. It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this."
Nat looks up, "What happens when the shooting starts? What, do you kill Steve Rogers?"
"If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math."
"All due respect, you're not going to solve this with boys in bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in." Tony nods.
"How would that end any differently from the last time?"
"Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. 72 hours, guaranteed." Tony says.
"36 hours. Barnes. Rogers. Wilson."
"Thank you, sir." Tony slumps as Ross leaves., exhaling. "My left arm is numb, is that normal?"
Nat pats him on the shoulder. "You alright?"
"Always." Tony has a massive black eye and a cut on his brow.
"36 hours, jeez."
Nat looks over at me. "We're seriously understaffed."
"Oh, yeah. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?" Tony asks.
Nat shakes her head, "No. You really think he'd be on our side?"
"No."
Nat looks aside, "I have an idea."
"Me too. Where's yours?"
Nat looks suspicious, "Downstairs. Where's yours?"
Tony looks over at me and smiles.
"We are meeting the kid now? Really?" I sigh.