When I walk further into the compound, the metallic smell of blood drains the air. I follow the wave of the smell to an open space as I hear their voices. Well, I only hear one voice.

"That shield doesn't belong to you. You don't deserve it! My father made that shield!" Tony's voice resonates through the space, followed by metal against concrete.

Now he's gone too far, I think. But then again, I don't know what happened prior.

I pass Steve and Bucky, and my heart literally aches. Bucky's metal arm is gone, ripped off, while Steve does his best to keep him up. Steve bows his head, still polite enough to greet me. But Bucky's wide eyes are enough for me to look down. Of course he's wondering why I'm here.

"T'Challa is outside." I whisper as I touch Steve's free arm, ignoring Bucky on purpose, "He'll probably help you."

"Thank you." Steve replies and goes on.

I hear metal scraping against a solid floor, and I remember Iron Man is still in the room. My anger boils inside, but I remind myself that I can't judge before seeing both sides.

I enter the space as I see Tony crawl up before making eye contact with me. The remorse on his face when he recognizes me says enough. The suit he's wearing is deeply damaged everywhere, especially around the chest. I can't contain myself anymore. Bucky and Steve are my friends as well.

"Are you proud of yourself, Stark?" I huff, "Instead of listening, you rather beat people up?" I lean against the wall across Tony.

He's standing up quite properly, for a man that's just been in a fight.

"He killed my parents." Tony starts, but I cut him off.

"So what? He killed tons of other people as well. He was under the influence of HYDRA. He thought what he was doing was righteous, was what the world needed for it to be better. That was what they let him think. And Steve? He's protecting his friend from people like you, who don't look past the HYDRA exterior. You are crazy to think that Bucky doesn't regret a thing he's done in the past."

He smirks, "You have the hots for Barnes."

"That's the only thing you've picked up from what I said?"

"You're not denying it. So it's true?"

I roll my eyes, "No wonder Steve wanted to smash that suit. Now I want to kick your ass. Again."

"Well, a lot of people want to."

"Good to see that you can still find the humor after what you've done."

I push myself off the wall and walk towards the way I came in. My footsteps resonate through the cold and empty place as I pass the bodies of the other winter soldiers. Who knew the Soviets made several Bucky's?

The cold air hits my face as I make my way to T'Challa's jet. I quickly step in, immediately rushing to Bucky's side. Steve is carefully pressing a cloth against the place where Bucky's metal arm used to hang.

"Here." I whisper as I try taking the cloth from Steve, "Let me do it."

Steve lets me, and I gently push it against the gaping wound of his arm.

"Hey, Addy." Bucky slurs, "What are you doing here?"

"Coming to rescue you, of course." I smile at him.

"It's okay. Steve stayed with me til the end of the line."

I glance at Steve as he weakly smiles. T'Challa ushers us all to sit and buckle up and I leave Bucky's immediate side to sit next to Steve. I rather not see their feelings, so I'm quite glad I didn't need to fight myself.

T'Challa pulls the jet up in the air and I stumble against Steve. He helps me back up in my seat like only Captain America would do.

"Thank you." I whisper and glance to Bucky.

His eyes are closed and I'm slightly worried. I reach over to feel a pulse, that I luckily feel beating under his skin. I let out a breath I didn't know I was keeping in and lean back again.

"You like him." Steve states, and I don't protest.

He's the second person that says it, so it makes me wonder if I'm either so transparent, or they just have mad human skills.

"I don't know what I feel." I whisper, not taking my eyes off Bucky, "It's a whirlwind inside of me. I mean, I've only known you guys for a week, but I still feel more at peace with him than with anyone else."

"That's nice. I'm glad you can be comfortable around him. You're the only one who he's been comfortable with as well." He says, hurt audible in his voice.

"What happened?" I change the subject.

"Tony flipped." He looks down as all blue emotions start radiating off him, "I should've just told him, instead of being a coward."

I grin slightly, "Steve Rogers? A coward? Just because you withheld something, doesn't mean you're a coward. You did it to protect them."

I nudge to Bucky and Steve sighs.

"I guess you're right."

The trip to Wakanda is quiet. Steve has fallen asleep on my shoulder while I keep on checking on Bucky whose pulse is weak, but still strong enough to survive. His wound has finally stopped bleeding, which made bandaging it up so much easier. I should've trained to become a doctor or something instead of a vigilante.

"We are here." T'Challa announces as it wakes Steve.

He groggily rubs his eyes while T'Challa passes us to exit the jet. Steve follows suit which leaves Bucky alone with me. I sit down on my knees next to him before I tap his shoulder, lightly waking him up.

"Hey, Bucky. We're here." I whisper as his blue eyes stare at me.

"Addy." He slurs again, "What are you doing here?"

I'm slightly surprised that he repeats what he's already said, but I quickly shrug it off. He must've gotten a tough blow against his head.

"Helping you, Bucky." I smile at him.

I support him onto his feet, keeping his right arm around my neck to optimize him leaning on me.

"You're amazing, Addy. You know that, right?" He smirks.

"I've heard that before, yes." I grin.

Two medics rush to us and take Bucky off my hands as I follow them inside the building. Steve puts a hand on my shoulder as we both aimlessly wander through the hallways.

There's nothing more we need now than the silence of it all.