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   After answering the ginger woman's questions, another woman named, Sharon transferred El to yet another room. This room contained more than the other though. Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson both sitting in different spots at the table.

El silently sat down. She had no clue as to why she was here. These people were merely heroes who made a mistake. No matter how much El desired freedom, she knew she didn't deserve it like they did. The twelve year old tried to justify her actions by reminding herself she didn't have control of what she did.

    That didn't change the fact that she did them. Bucky was the only one who understood that pain. "Why would the task force release this photo to begin with?" Steve questioned scanning over Bucky's file yet again. "Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can," the answer answer sounded like another question to El.

"Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken, get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier." Sharon pursed her lips in a pondering action. "You're saying someone framed him to find him?"

Steve's vision fixated on the twelve year old girl across from him. "Bucky was with you the whole time?" El nodded, silently. "Guys, we looked for the guy for two years, and found nothing."

"We didn't bomb the UN," Steve retorted. "That turns a lot of heads."

"Yes, but that doesn't guarantee whoever framed him would get him. It means we would." Steve narrowed at his eyes at the security footage of the questioning of Bucky playing. "Yeah," he whispered.

The lights shut off. El's eyes went wide. They were right. It was a trap, and Bucky was in trouble. Sharon whipped around, pulling the keys from her pocket, and shoving them into El's collar. Sharon took the device tossing it onto the table before spinning back around to Steve. "Sub-level 5, East Wing."

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  "Tell me Bucky,  you've seen a great deal, haven't you?" The Winter Soldier ignored the doctor's question, instead asking his own. "Where's Eleven?" Zemo merely smirked, "You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop."

Bucky was quiet for a moment. "What'd you do with El?" Once again, Zemo ignored the question. The conversation seemingly going in no direction whilst he stared at his tablet. "Don't worry, we only have to talk about one." The room went dark, Bucky's blue eyes darting around the room. "What the hell is this?"

    "Why don't we discuss your home? Not Romania, certainly not Brooklyn, no." Zemo pulled a small red leather bound book from his bag. That's when Bucky noticed the black star in the middle of the cover. Bucky swallowed hard.

Zemo stepped up to Bucky's cell reciting the words in the book. "Zhelaniye (longing), Rzhavet' (rusted)." Bucky slammed his head into the back of his seat. "Stop," he pleaded. The Winter Soldier's mind focused on El, all the progress they had made together. All the nights were he would read her bedtime stories after she had a nightmare.

They were fading. "Semnadtsat' (seventeen)." Bucky shook his head, trying to keep his mind steady on the bald headed girl he considered to be his own child. The way she looked at the world through those big curious brown eyes. His thoughts were betraying him as Zemo continued.

"Rassvet (daybreak)." Bucky screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing. No one but Zemo the evil man who caused this pain. Bucky broke through his confines storming towards the wall of his cell, hoping to breakout in time. "Pech' (furnace)."

Bucky punched at the wall, trying so hard to get free. "It's just me, and you." El smiled ringing her pinky finger around Bucky's. "Me,and you." Zemo was going to take that away from him. His only hope. "Devyat' (nine). Dobrakachestvenyy (benign). Vozvrashcheniye domoy (homecoming). Odin (one). Gruzovoy vagon (freight car)."

When Bucky finally broke free, it
was too late. Zemo had finished. The Winter Soldier slowly stood to his feet as Zemo stepped up to him. "Soldaty (soldier)?" The Winter Soldier inhaled sharply. "Gotov soblyudat' (ready to comply)."

"Mission report, December Sixteenth, Nineteen Ninety One."

Poor sweet Bucky. All he wanted was his dang plums, and to spend time with his freaking daughter!!!