A/N: the song doesn't really have to follow the story, I just really like it and I think it complies Bucky nicely.
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"She told you to stay out?"
Steve say down next to Sam, constantly looking around for their information.
"Of course she did."
"She's right you know. It's better they bring him in."
"So they can kill him Sam? Not a chance."
A folder was pressed against his hand. Sharon stood next to him.
"This is only lead we got. You better move fast, we have orders to kill on sight."
He didn't turn to look at her, just took the folder and hid in his jacket.
"You didn't have to do this."
Sharon turned away from him, starting to walk out of the building.
"Widow talked me into it."
~X~
"Be careful Steve, their on the roof."
"He isn't even here," said Steve through the comms.
Steve glanced around at the broken apartment, spotting a book on the fridge. Grabbing it, he opened it, peering at the not-so perfect handwriting.
He heard a shuffling sound behind him and spun on his heel quickly, closing the book.
Bucky stood at the door, plums scattered around his feet. 
"You're a wanted man, Buck."
His eyes showed fear, and Steve heard a sigh hidden in his friend's ragged breathing.
"I don't do that anymore."
"But they think you do, and they don't plan on bringing you in alive."
"They've entered the building."
Bucky looked around nervously, he heard the footsteps too.
Steve placed a hand on Bucky's metal arm. "Why'd you pull me from the lake?"
Bucky shrugged off Steve's hand. "I don't know."
A battering ram thudded on the door. Bucky grabbed a bed and threw it on the door.
"Why'd you pull me from the lake!" Steve asked again, more forceful this time.
Bucky closed his eyes in frustration, opened them and slammed Steve on the ground. Raising a fist, he punched a hole in the floorboards, pulling out a bag.
They came through the roof, through the door.
Bucky crashed into the men at the door, knocking them out.
"Sam, take out the ones on the roof. I got Bucky."
His friend was several floors down when Steve caught up to him.
"Out the back way Buck!"
He didn't seem to hear him, running towards an open platform and jumping off of it.
"Buck!"
Bucky rolled along the ground of the building he landed on. He stood up, and quickly looked around.

Someone was there waiting for him.
Glinting in the sunlight, dressed in a black and sliver lined costume that looked like a cat, he jumped on Bucky, clawing near his face.
He backed up towards a wall, claws landing an inch from where his head was seconds ago. A helicopter shot at both of them, Steve still on the other building. He saw the bullets barely scratch the other person. Vibranium.
Taking a running start, Steve jumped off, crashing down on the building and rolling towards his friend.
Bucky was trying to avoid the cat-like figure, jumping down and running in a car filled highway.
Steve jumped down with them, the last in the race for Bucky.
He saw him steal a motorcycle, and Steve too stole a police car.
The cat person jumped on his car, and Steve started swerving to get him off.
"Sam, get this cat off of me!"
"Will do Cap!"  
Sam was now in the race too.
He shot a grapple on the cat person, propelling him towards him.
The cat person only saw Sam as another way to get to Bucky faster.
Jumping off him, he glided towards his friends bike, slicing open one of the tires and making both him and Bucky roll towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
Steve jumped out of his car, causing more police cars behind him to crash.
Steve jumped in front of Bucky, raising his shield.
Sam landed next to him, his wings folding behind him.
Cops pooled in behind the cat person and Bucky, raising guns and shields to create a defensive wall.
The cat person removed his helmet, reveling T'Challa, the new king of Wakanda.
Steve put his shield along his back, raising his arms up in surrender.
Bucky and Sam did the same.
~X~
Bucky was being brought in with maximum security. He was chained to a small box, riding in front of Steve's car.
Steve and Sam were stuck with T'Challa.
"So you like cats?" Sam said.
"Sam," Steve warned his friend.
"What? Dude comes in dressed like a cat, so he likes cats."
T'Challa did not turn to look him, only stared gravely ahead, right at Bucky.
"The Black Panther has been passed down from warrior to warrior for generations. Now thanks to your friend, the mantle of king has been also passed down to me."
~X~
"This is what making it worse looks like Steve."
"Nat, please don't let them do this."
She didn't turn to look at him.
"General Ross was kind enough to let you stay in an office, where he hopes you'll stay."
"Nat-"
"I don't want to hear it Rogers. I thought you wanted to find him, not start a car chase with the police."
She brought him and Sam to an office, where she stood guard with Sharon at their door.

She didn't once glance at him, no emotions showing in her emerald eyes when he locked gazes with her.
I'm sorry Nat, he's my best friend.
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A/N: darn, almost made it to 1000 words but ended at 921, so close.
Well, I have two things to say.
#LetBuckyHaveHisPlums
#SayNoToHydraCap

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