[THIRD PERSON POV]

The ride to Montana was quiet, everyone sat around doing their own thing, awaiting the landing. Davina sat on the floor, her head resting against his shoulder. Her eyes scrolled along the page of her book, taking in every word.

Bucky's flesh arm was wrapped around her waist, his hand occasionally playing with the fabric of her hoodie.

"What part are you up to?" Bucky whispered in her ear, sending light chills up and down her spine.

She furrowed her eyes brows together. "Someone just died." She whispered back, not wanting to disturb the silence of the flight.

"Who?" Bucky murmured, leaning his head to rest on top of hers.

"I don't know, pretty sure he's blond though... And he was radiating Capricorn vibes." She answered, fighting the smile that threatened to form against her face.

Bucky pulled away from her and looked her in the eye, wearing a confused expression. "You've been reading for the past two hours and you don't know the names of the characters?" He chuckled.

"Well my brain fell asleep thirty minutes ago..." She purred, resting her head against the ships wall and placing her book beside her.

Bucky sighed. "I'm pretty sure we're here now anyway's doll, come on." He stood up and offered her a hand.

The pair made their way towards the front of the ship where everyone was now gathered. Davina glanced out the window, all that was visible for miles was woodlands. A small smile grew on her face, she knew these woodlands, they were close.

Davina cleared her throat. "HYDRA's air detectors reach out 3000 meters, you'll need to land somewhere before then."

Tony flinched from his seat as pilot at her statement. "You could't have told me that earlier kid?" 

"Sorry, I thought you knew-"

"How the hell would I know that?" He grumbled.

Davina shrugged and felt the ship begin to decent. "We're lucky there's room to land here, otherwise HYDRA would have seen us coming before we even landed." Tony rolled his eyes while speaking.

Davina towards the array of weapons with Clint. Her eyes grazed over the multiple death traps in front of her. Barton glanced at her and smirked. "Most of us have a signature weapon, for you, I presume it would be your.. your weird hand thing."

Davina rolled her eyes at him, still focusing on the weapons before her.

"I wouldn't completely rely on your fire if I were you, take a couple knifes, guns, whatever your thing is." He shrugged, grabbing a bow and sheath of arrows before walking towards Natasha, who was already clipping her guns into their holsters.

Davina hesitated, furrowing her brows together before reaching for two twin knifes. She hadn't leaned how to fire a gun yet, so those would be useless, the only other thing she thought she would be able to manage is a knife.

She slid them into two separate sheaths, one on her waist and one on her upper thigh. She turned around and smacked into Bucky's chest.

"Jesus, how long have you been standing behind me creep." She groaned, rubbing her cheek.

He ignored her. "That's not enough." Bucky spoke, gesturing to the knifes strapped on her body.

She jumped slightly when he grabbed a knife from the table behind her and slid it into a sheath on her back. "I didn't even know that was there." She mumbled. "Thanks."

He smiled softly before bringing her into his arms tightly. Davina wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him back just as tight. 

"Please be careful doll." He murmured into her hair.

"Only if you are." She mumbled.

"Oi! Lovebirds, break it up, you two can fondue after we're done here." Tony yelled from stairs.

Davina chuckled and pulled away from Bucky, following Tony out onto the grass.

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"That's our entry point." Davina spoke to the group around her. "Steve, your groups entering through the black and yellow door on the North East side." She spoke through the earpiece.

Davina was in a crouched position on the edge of the trees. The large group had split in half to infiltrate the base. Crouched on the South West side of the facility just behind the tree-line was Bucky, Clint, and Tony. On the other side was Steve, Natasha, Wanda and Sam.

Wanda had tried to insist on being with Davina, in case something went wrong with her sense of control. But both Tony and Steve had been quick to shut down that request. The pair said that the fire power was needed on both sides, which did make sense.

"Capsicle, ready when you are." Tony spoke through the earpiece.

"Heading out in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go now!" Steve's loud voice echoed through the earpieces. 

She was off the ground in an instant, running with Clint and Bucky by her side, Tony flying ahead. The door was blasted inwards and the group raced inside. Loud alarms blared all around them, flashing lights casting shadows all around the area.

They didn't stop, the entire building needed to be searched for the hostages. Davina nodded at Tony, who went one direction with Clint, while Davina and Bucky sprinted the other direction.

"The facility is seventeen stories, I know for a fact hostages with definitely not be on floors 1, 3, 5, 10, 11, and 17." Davina panted through the earpiece.

"That leaves eleven floors to search. Capsicle and Maximoff, take floors 2, 4 and 6. Natasha and Pigeon, your on floors 7, 8 and 9. Fire kid and the Boyfriend, you two take floors 12, 13 and 14. Robin Hood and I are on 15 and 16. Any questions?" Tony blurted through the comms.

There was a short silence before Sam's voice echoed through through the groups ears. "Yeah I got a question! How come you only get 2 floors?!" Sam yelled frantically. 

"Any relevant questions?" Tony snarked."

"Why didn't you give Natasha a nickname." Bucky panted while running up the stairs to the 12th floor.

There was another short silence before Tony spoke up. "Because I'm terrified of her and I don't want Romanoff killing me in my sleep."

Davina laughed and Natasha's voice filled the comms. "Your a smart man Tony." 

Davina's laughter was cut out when two HYDRA guards whipped around the corner of the stair case. She didn't think twice before letting flames emerge from her palms and burn holes through both mens chests.

Bucky stood blankly for a second. "That was hot." Before the pair continued their journey up the stairs.

Davina was halted yet again as they reached the 12th floor. She stepped to the side, allowing Bucky to kick down the door and run in, Davina on his tail. They reached a split in the hallway and nodded once, Bucky running down the left hallway, Davina going down the right.

She banged open every door in search for the 4 supposed hostages, burning holes through any guard who came in her way. Her mind was racing wildly as she ran, burning her way through a group of guards.

Clint's voice cracked through her earpiece. "Stark and I have located the hostages, bringing them out now. Should be a clear passage, everyone make their way back to the woods."

There were loud murmurs of understanding across the comms, along with communication between the groups.

"Sam go back to level 7, I'll meet you there!" Natasha's voice urged.

Davina ran back the way she had come, reaching the place her and Bucky had separated. She looked around to see he wasn't there.

"Bucky! Do you read me?" She spoke frantically over the comms, her heart race rising rapidly. He didn't respond.

She ran the way he had come and stopped dead in the hallway. Bucky was kneeling on the floor before a man, she gazed at him, her eyes glazing over. Right before her eyes was something Davina wished she would never have to witness. It was all happening right in front of her... And she couldn't stop it.

It was quiet, except for one man, speaking the language she had been forced to learn as a little girl.

"Возвращение на Родину." 

"Один."

"Товарный вагон."

Bucky's head slowly rose from its position facing the ground. When he spoke, his voice was cold, broken almost. The words he spoke sent shivers of fear down Davina's spine, word's she had never wanted to hear.

"готов подчиниться."

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◦ T R A N S L A T I O N ◦

Возвращение на Родину = Homecoming

Один = One

Товарный вагон = Freight Car

готов подчиниться = Ready To Comply