Bucky's POV

Even without my altered hearing, I bet I'd be able to identify that voice.

It was him. The man on the bridge, two years ago. I know his name is Steve but... I can't seem actually remember that on my own when I try to look back.

There he was, after two years of trying to figure out who exactly this man was. Although he was facing the other way, I could see a glint of the familiar leather journals being held open in his hand.

"Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces, approaching from the south." Someone spoke to him through a radio.

"Understood." He said simply, not taking his eyes off of my handwriting.

It didn't take him long for him to sense us watching behind him. His eyes went back and forth from the two of us, an unreadable expression clouding his face.

"Do you know me?" He said finally.

Y/n and I both glance at each other. "You're Steve. We've read about you in a museum." I swallow hard.

"They've set the perimeter." The voice said through his coms once again.

He ignored it.

"I know you're both nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be." He started slowly stepping towards us. "But you're lying."

"We weren't in Vienna." Y/n said, her voice quiet, but firm. "We don't do that anymore."

"They're entering the building." The person on the other end of the coms was beginning to sound worried when his reports were ignored.

"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive." He told us.

Did he genuinely care? Why?

I exhale. "That's smart. Good strategy."

Y/n's head shot up towards the ceiling. As if on queue, his radio reported the officers on the roof.

"This doesn't have to end in a fight." He said as the footsteps grew louder.

I slip on my gloves, ignoring the noise coming from the other side of the door.

Y/n turned to him. "It always ends in a fight."

"Five seconds!"

He glanced nervously out the window. He shook his head and turned back to us, his voice growing louder. "You pulled me from the river Buck. Why?"

Y/n shared a look with me. I frown. "I don't know."

"Three seconds!"

"Yes you do."

"Breach! Breach! Breach!"

The window suddenly shattered as a grenade tumbled into the room, landing at my feet. I kick it his way, to which he covers it with his shield in time.

The German Forces broke down the front door. Another grenade flew through the window towards Y/n. She yanked the mattress on the ground upward just in time.

My eyes dart towards the ground where a few planks of wood were jagged under the table. With no time to spare, Y/n shoves the table out of the way, nearly missing Steve if he hadn't dodged in time. It lands just where the balcony door opened, jamming it shut.

Officers were flooding in from every direction. I knocked one to the ground, Y/n on the other side fighting off another. Steve deflected the bullets coming our way, but he refused to attack.

The table was eventually broken down by another officer. I pushed him down onto the balcony before he could get any closer, when I felt a harsh tug on my hood.

"Buck, stop!" Steve stared at me, fear backing his eyes. "You're gonna kill someone!"

Y/n pushed him to the floor, her hand balled up into a fist. She purposely missed his face, aiming for the jagged wood underneath him. It went straight through, coming into contact with a backpack.

"We're not gonna kill anyone." She said through gritted teeth. She tossed me the bag. I threw it behind my shoulder off the balcony to the rooftop of the neighboring building.

The knocked out officers shot back up and began to fire at us again. Y/n took advantage of Steve's shield and hid behind it next to me.

Another snuck up behind, Y/n turned Steve around to block the bullets. I push him in the direction of the officer, his body colliding with them.

I use my metal hand to deflect the incoming bullets, slamming the officer's head into the shelves nearby.

This was beyond frustrating.

I grab a loose cinder block and hurl it towards the officer. I whip my head around when I hear gunshots coming from the direction of the front door. Before they could bust in, I thrust my hand through the door, sending one flying back. About six more stood armed on the other side. Y/n took over and sent punches and kicks in every direction, the officers all being beat to the ground or over the railing of the stairwell.

Another descended on a wire from the skylight, firing as he lowered through the center of the spiraling stairwell. I grab his firearm and shove him into the wall before he could land. The amount of officers was unending. I peak down the stairwell to see even more ascending towards us. Y/n snatched the iron cylinder they used to barge in. She pulled back and heaved it into an oncoming officer, sending him collapsing down the stairs while taking other with him.

I used the wire to lower myself down one floor. Y/n swung herself from the railing, kicking the approaching ones from my path on her way.

Steve eventually caught up, lunging off the top floor to our level. He didn't take his eyes off of either of us. He watched as I threw one over the railing into the stairwell.

"C'mon man." Steve groaned, just barely catching him.

I detached the metal railing and bend it downwards with my weight. There were about five waiting on the bottom. Steve was doing his best to multitask; saving the officers and keeping up with me. It was starting to get on my nerves.

The floor I needed to be on was only about four down. I fended off the last few officers before plunging straight down the middle of the stairwell. I reach out and grab ahold of the railing on the floor I needed to be on, letting out a groan in pain from the sudden impact on my arm.

I climb onto the surface and break through the door leading to the outside, where I could escape from the building. My jog quickly turned into a sprint as I leapt over to the next building, several stories high off the ground.

I just reached the edge, break falling onto the roof where my backpack laid waiting.

"Y/n..." I glance behind me, no sign of her.

It was at that moment I notice the dark shadow in front of me getting bigger and bigger. I whip around to see someone dressed in all black come plunging towards me from above.

He managed to knock my over, sending me tumbling on the cool concrete. I quickly stand back up to face him.

He was wearing an all black suit, resembling some kind of cat-like figure. I take notice to the material of his suit, it sure as hell wasn't just any kind of fabric.

He slowly stood up, his suit revealing to have claws that stuck out on his fingertips. I wasn't going to let this slow me down. I made the first move, but he managed to kick before I could even touch him.

I duck and attempt to counter with a right hook. He swiftly dodged and struck my chest. It was miraculous that he was able to keep up with my speed, in fact, he might even be faster.

Where was all of this power coming from? I could feel it in his attacks, there was something, an emotion, backing this strength.

We continue the same pattern of hitting, dodging, countering, more dodging. I could feel my own abilities decrease as we fought on. I'm guessing it has to do with plain exhaustion from before. This guy wasn't even giving me a chance to take even a single breath. If only I knew were Y/n was.

He threw me into a metal container and drove his clawed hands for my face. I jerk my head to the side, nearly getting scratched. He dragged them towards me, causing an excruciating screech noise and illuminating sparks.

I was thrown to the ground in the process. He continued swiping his claws, missing each time fortunately. I take a quick glance and grab ahold of a metal rod that lay nearby. I use it to stop his hands from reaching me. He resisted as much as he could to shove the metal out of the way. My strength from the serum seemed to outdo his, but with one swift movement he was able to knock the rod from my grasp.

I quickly grab both of his hands before he could attack again. Before he could fight back, he noticed a black helicopter firing bullets right at him. His suit seemed to completely deflect each one, without a single dent being made.

A man in a familiar bird-looking suit flew over and knocked the aircraft, sending it spiraling away. While the man was still distracted, I shoved him off of me, bolting towards my bag that I'd thrown over.

He quickly turned his attention back and chased after me as I headed for the edge of the rooftop. I jump to a the ground level and race down the street, the man still on my tail.

The helicopter continued to fire towards us both as I headed for a large opening leading to an underground tunnel from the road.

Cars came rushing straight towards me from the depths of the tunnel. The man, and...

"Steve? No... then where's Y/n?" I mutter to myself, swerving out of the way from the incoming traffic.

I kept thinking that she'd be fighting more agents alongside Steve. Goddamnit if only I'd paid more attention, if this guy could've just leave me the hell alone.

Meanwhile...

Y/n's POV

My head was pounding. One moment, I'm fighting German agents in our apartment, next thing I knew, I was drugged and taken by someone.

"Chloroform." Someone spoke from a few feet away. "It most definitely does the job well."

I blink until my vision comes into focus. I'm strapped down with thick ropes by my wrists, upper arms and ankles. All of my weapons were stripped from me, as well as my other possessions I'd been carrying.

"Who the hell are you?" I grind my teeth.

"You could say... a friend. Maybe a partner?" The man turned around, smiling like a saint with a sinner's mind.

I strained my neck, trying to catch a glimpse of my surroundings with the limits of the restraints. "Where's Bucky?"

"James? Most likely where I want him." He smirked. "And you are exactly where I need you."

I frowned and shook at the ropes. They were industrial, too thick to snap with just my strength alone.

I narrow my eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"If I could get the both of you at once, I would." He paced around me. "It seems as though Steve Rogers and James were both... preoccupied while you were fighting on your own. How would they react if they found out you were suddenly taken, all because they couldn't turn a blind eye?"

Was he fucking serious? "You mean to tell me that you're reason for taking me was to anger them? What good would that do?"

"My apologies, I believe I wasn't very clear. You see, I couldn't have taken you both at once, so for my plan to get one, I needed a distraction to take the other. Meaning you will see James soon... very soon." He paused to pull out an old, leather journal with a red star plastered on the front.

"No..." Y/n felt her heart start to slam under her chest. "You... wouldn't."

His tone lowered. "It was very nice to meet you Y/n."

"Please..."