Sam and Elizabeth were led into a large room that had screens hung up against almost every wall. There was people bustling about in the room, some talking to each other and some talking into their headphones.

In the center of the room there was what must've been the conference room, a large table accompanied by chairs were encased in four glass walls. On the inside she saw Steve stood by the table with a frown on his face as Natasha talked to him.

Sam walked straight into the room through the glass doors. Elizabeth saw from outside the room as his mouth moved silently as he spoke to the two. She stayed back when she saw Tony sat alone at a desk, playing with a pen in his hand.

"Hey," Elizabeth greeted before taking a seat in an empty chair beside him. "What's going on?" She asked when she felt his frustration resonate throughout her own body.

"I didn't know your type of guy was a hundred years old and a soviet assassin," Tony ignored her question as he spun around in the chair aimlessly. No doubt with a grin on his face as he teased her relentlessly. "I mean sure I could've guessed the assassin part since we both know you had the hots for our very own one-"

Rolling her eyes at his behavior she stopped his constant spinning with her hand on the armrest of the chair, making him face her glare. "You have to forget about that," she groaned out. It may have been true that she had a miniscule crush on the red head but that was a long time ago and didn't amount to much. Plus, she had already got the one person she wanted for the rest of her life so she was content.

Leaning back in her chair, she tried to ignore the smug smirk on the billionaire's face as she spoke. "You didn't answer my question."

"The capsicle and I had another little disagreement, and almost got him to sign." Tony sighed as he slammed down the pen in his hand on the table. He looked at Elizabeth who pursed her lips at his words. "I'm guessing I won't be able to go all salesmen to get you to sign either?"

She laughed lightly at his poor attempt to get her to sign the accords before standing up from her chair. "Sadly not," she said sympathetically, wishing more than anything that they were all on the same side again. Patting his shoulder lightly, Tony looked up at her with a sad smile before she made her way into the conference room.

Natasha looked up from her conversation with Sam to smile at Elizabeth. She muttered something to Sam before standing up from her seat and walking over to Elizabeth. "So," she began, "You and Barnes, huh?"

Elizabeth groaned once more and shook her head. "How does everyone know about this already?" She asked with a frown.

"Word travels fast," Natasha said. "Plus, Sam complained to me." She tilted her head back to man who shook his head at Elizabeth, clearly not done wanting to complain. Sighing, Elizabeth and Natasha said a quick goodbye before the red head walked out of the room.

Walking around the room slowly, Elizabeth tried to find anything that would help her figure out what was going on with Bucky. She stopped next to Steve to find him staring up at a blank tv screen hung up in the corner of the room.

She was looking at all the other screen through the glass walls, trying to find something when Steve spoke. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, startling her. Elizabeth tilted her head at his statement, not sure what he meant. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

She turned her head to the side to find him looking at her apologetically. "It's fine, I deserved it anyway," Elizabeth smiled up at him with a shrug of her shoulders, saying it was no big deal. "I shouldn't have kept it from you for so long."

"And I shouldn't have yelled," Steve responded as he turned his head to stare back at the monitors outside the glass. "We both made mistakes."

She agreed with him silently. "But we're good now, right?" She asked.

He nods his head at her with a friendly smile. "Of course," he says.

They stood in silence for a moment, both of them still trying to look for a screen that showed Bucky. Remembering, another question, she started up another subject. "What happened with Tony?" Elizabeth asked with a glance back to see the man in question sitting at an empty desk with his head in his hands. She could feel how tired he was from across the room.

"He's locked Wanda up, because of Lagos." Steve explained and Elizabeth's eyes practically jumped out of their sockets.

"What?" She exclaimed, not believing what she was hearing. "He's locked her up? Like Rapunzel locked up?"

Steve looked at her in confusion as he let her words register in his head. "I suppose," he said once he had remembered which one Rapunzel was. "He said he's confined her to the tower, said that Vision isn't supposed to let her out."

"Does she know?" She asked. Steve shook his head and Elizabeth looked down to the tip of her shoes. "What about Pietro? Is he confined too?"

"Probably not," Steve says. "But you know how those two are. Wherever one is, the other is right beside them."

Suddenly, she saw from one of the screens outside the glass turn on, displaying a birds eye view of Bucky in his restraints. From the door of the room, she saw a man with glasses resting on his nose walk into the room with some files in hand. He took a seat at the table across from Bucky just as Elizabeth got Steve's attention, pointing to the screen.

She looked at the many other screens, all displaying the same thing just from different angles. The two of them watched from afar as the psychologist opened his mouth to ask questions. However, those in the room heard nothing, they could only faintly make out the moving lips of the man.

Elizabeth was ready to storm out of the room to listen in to what was going on but when she turned around, she saw Sharon Carter walk into the room. She acknowledged the blonde with a nod of her head, watching curiously as she pressed some buttons on the wooden table.

On cue, she heard a voice come in through the speakers in the room. Turning around, she saw that the tv hung up in the corner of the room now showed what she had seen earlier on the other screens. The only difference was that this time she could hear what they were saying.

Steve tore his gaze away from his best friend on the screen and thanked Sharon quietly. Elizabeth smiled at the woman thankfully before going to stand beside Steve, craning her neck up to watch the tv closely.

"I am not here to judge you." The accented voice of the psychologist could be heard throughout the room. "I am just here to ask you a few questions."

Bucky didn't answer the man as he kept his gaze ahead. "Do you know where you are, James?" The doctor asked. Once again, he got no reply. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"My name is Bucky," he spoke for the first time. "I want to talk to her," he continued on shocking them all. All heads in the room turned to Elizabeth, no doubt that she was the one he was asking for. Her cheeks turned red but she ignored their stares.

There was a long pause after his words, the psychologist writing something down in his notebook. "Who are you asking for, Bucky?" He asked, surprised that he had found something new. Bucky didn't answer, clearly realising that he shouldn't have said anything in the first place.

"Why would the task force release these pictures of him to begin with?" Steve's voice made her head snap towards him. She had been so focused on what was happening on the small screen that she hadn't realised he had moved to stand at the end of the table, a picture in hand.

Reluctantly, she walked away from the tv to take the picture from Steve's hand. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a blurry photo of Bucky-or at least someone who looked like Bucky- in a parking lot covered from head to toe in tactical gear.

She listened as they all spoke around her, still staring at the picture in her hand. Elizabeth also made sure to tune into what was happening on the tv every now and then, making sure it was all running smoothly.

"Spread the word out?" Sharon suggested with her hands resting on the back on one of the chairs. "Involve as many people as we can?"

"Right," Steve agreed with his hands on his hips. "It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding or find him even. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken."

Elizabeth shook her head at his words, throwing the photo down onto the table. "He didn't do it," she said to the three of them confidently. "He was with me the day it happened." She looked at each of their faces, trying to gauge their reaction.

Sam picked the picture up from the table and waved it in his hand as he spoke. "Lizzie, it's right here," he told her.

"Look, I don't know what that is," Elizabeth pointed to that picture in Sam's hand. "Or how they did it, but I know it can't be real. That isn't him." She didn't need to know that he was with her to know it wasn't him in that picture. This person was shorter and stood differently, and she knew that it couldn't be Bucky.

She looked from Sam to Steve and finally at Sharon, finding them all avoiding her gaze. "You don't believe me," she stated out, still trying to catch someones gaze.

"We're just saying that they won't believe you," Steve responded to her statement with a frown. They, being the government. "Your words would mean nothing to them if they have that picture."

"But what you're saying is someone framed him?" Sam brought them all back to her earlier statement as he played with the photograph in his hands. Elizabeth shrugged, saying that it was the only possible explanation.

"Well bombing the UN is a very big thing to frame on someone," Steve began thoughtfully. "It turns a lot of heads, would get everyone looking."

Sharon looked at him for a moment, her eyes trailing off. "But that doesn't make any sense," she says with her lips pressed in a thin line. "That doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him, it guarantees that we would."

Elizabeth dropped out of the conversation when she heard what the psychologist asked Bucky. She made her way closer toward the screen as he spoke. "Tell me Bucky, you've seen a great deal haven't you?" The man asked.

Through the screen, she could see how tense Bucky's jaw was as she spoke. "I don't wanna talk about it," he answered.

All at once the lights went off, submerging all of them in darkness. Looking up at the screen, she saw that it was dark, making her curse silently. Red light flashed above as a siren came on, signaling that all electricity in the building was down.

Elizabeth and Sam locked eyes before looking to Sharon under the red lights. Seeing their expectant faces, she answered their unsaid questions. "Sub-level five, east wing." Steve was the first to sprint out the door, followed closely by Elizabeth and Sam.

***

Steve walked ahead of Elizabeth and Sam as he stepped foot into the dark room cautiously. From behind him, Elizabeth walked into the place with a grimace. Bodies laid sprawled out on the ground, some of the limbs bent at uncomfortable angles. No one needed to speak for them to know that Bucky was the one who had done this, or it would have been better to call him the Winter Soldier.

"Lizzie," Steve called out her name as they were careful not to step on anyone. "Are they..." he trailed off with a look around him, not wanting to finish his sentence.

She concentrated hard on finding if anyone on the ground were void of emotions, lifeless. "No," she sighed out in relief just as Sam came up behind her.

"Help me," a voice called out faintly from deeper inside the room. "Please," the voice repeated again, and Elizabeth recognised it as the psychologist who was supposed to be questioning Bucky.

As they walked further into the room, she saw the body of a man laying down in front of the empty compartment that Bucky was supposed to be held in. The man groaned and pleaded for them to help him but Elizabeth couldn't feel one ounce of pain from him at all.

Apparently, Steve could tell too. He stalked up to the man and pulled him up harshly before slamming him into a nearby wall. "Who are you and what do you want?" Steve asked with his hands around the mans collar.

"What I want," the man begin slowly as if they had all the time in the world. "Is to see an empire fall."

Elizabeth looked around, trying to find Bucky. When he wasn't himself she could never feel anything from him, it frustrated her in times like this. So when she heard a punch land on someone behind her, she jumped in surprise.

She turned around to see Bucky grab Sam by the throat and throw him across the room and into a wall. Just looking at Bucky she already knew this wasn't the one that she fell in love with. Steve immediately dropped the man he was holding against the wall and went to tackle Bucky.

The two went back out of the doorway and Elizabeth ran towards Sam and knelt beside him on the ground. "Sam?" She asked as she shook him vigorously, waiting for some sort of reaction. At first she thought of the worst but then he groaned in pain and began to move onto his back. "You good?" She asked him.

"Go," he told her as he began to sit up. "Go get your man," he said sarcastically before he pushed her away from him.

Shaking her head at him, Elizabeth got up and ran out the way they came in. Up ahead she saw Bucky push Steve through the closed elevator doors. He was going to make his way over to the staircase but she ran up and stood in front of him.

Bringing her right leg up, she kicked him hard in the chest making him stumble back a few feet. He regained his balance quickly enough and sent a punch to her face which the deflected with her right arm.

Sure, she could've just blasted him with enough energy to send him through a wall but as pathetic as it was, she really didn't want to hurt him. So they had to do it hand-to-hand, which was tiring to say the least.

Just like the first time she had fought him, she deflected every punch he sent her way and he blocked every advance from her. But then she landed a hard punch to the right side of his face and it was like a switch was flipped.

When his head turned back to face her, his blue eyes were still blank and void of all emotions. But his punches were quicker and his steps were faster, causing her to back up into a wall. His metal arm was raised to send a punch straight to her face. Her eyes went wide and she ducked to the ground, the place where her head had been had a large fist sized whole in the wall.

She wrestled out of his grip and fell to the ground before rolling to the side. Standing up, she raised her bruised fists once more as she faced his back a few feet away. When he turned to her, she saw from behind him the psychologist from before run past them with Sam chasing him.

Sighing out tiredly, she brought her attention back to the man who walked towards her with his fists clenched at his sides. Elizabeth decided to stand her ground and waited for him to come toward her. He went to punch her in the ribs but she side stepped it and sent a kick to his side.

It didn't seem to do anything as he straightened back up and kicked her right in the stomach. She felt the wind get knocked out of her lungs as she sprawled out on the floor. She made a move to get up only to have him wrap his metal hand around her throat, lifting her off the ground.

Her hands went around his as she tried to pry his fingers open. His hand merely tightened around her throat making her gasp for air. "Come on, Buck," she pleaded as she looked at his face desperately.

It was as if her words had some kind effect on him, he blinked twice and titled his head at her. She knew him well enough that she knew that look, it was the face he made when he was remembering something. He was remembering her.

"So you do know me," she gasped out when she felt the tiniest slack in his hand around her throat. If he was going to let her go completely, she didn't have enough time to find out.

Her vision was already beginning to blur and her chest was tightening. "Sorry about this," she mutter before placing her hands flat on his chest. He looked down at her hands in confusion just as she fired a blast of blue energy at him.

His hand went slack around her throat and she dropped to the ground. She looked up, expecting to see him lying on the ground on the other side of the room. But instead all she was met with was an empty room.