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As soon as Sam called you to tell you Bucky had been arrested you took the first flight to Maryland. What the hell were they doing in Maryland anyway? The last time you talked to him was at your apartment when he saw that prick on TV saying Steve felt like a brother to him. After that, he left to look for Sam.
Once you reached the police station, your eyes landed on your friend. “Sam,” you called for him. When noticed your presence he got up from his seat and walked towards you.
“What happened? Where’s Bucky?” you asked worriedly.
“He’s fine, don’t worry. He just missed his court-mandated therapy,” Sam said, his hands on your shoulders trying to calm you.
You were going to talk again when a woman approached you, “Sam, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Doctor Raynor. I’m James’ therapist.” She then looked at you, “You must be Y/N. Nice to meet you,” she shook your hand.
“Doctor Raynor, thank you so much for getting him out.”
She sighed, “That was not me.”
Before any of you could ask who got Bucky out, a voice called for Doctor Raynor. “Christina!” You turned your head to find the source of that voice, only to find that prick again, taking selfies with some civilians. “It’s great to see you again.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me. You know him?” Because of Sam’s disbelief, you supposed they had already met him; and it didn’t go well.
“Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day.”
“I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in.” You narrowed your eyes when you heard the man call him Bucky. Who does he think he is? That was a nickname reserved only for his friends. This asshole had no right to call him that. “Bucky’s not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer.”
“We haven’t finished our work. Who authorized this?”
He didn’t answer, he just smiled and pointed at himself. What an egocentric prick. His face was just asking to be punched and you were more than willing to oblige.
He kept talking, but you didn’t pay attention. Your main focus was on the sound of a door opening, then you saw your boyfriend followed by another agent. You ran towards him without thinking twice. “Are you okay?” you asked before wrapping your arms tightly around him. His face hiding in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry, doll.” He gave you a sideways smile that you knew wasn’t honest. That was his forced smile. You knew that because you knew him. You’ve seen his real smile; and that isn’t it. But you didn’t want to push him, so you just nodded.
“I got so worried,” you cupped his face in your hands, admiring his features. Just the thought of not seeing him again drove you crazy. His gloved hands covered yours. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he whispered in a voice just for the two of you, “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head “Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.”
“James, condition of your release, session now. You too, Sam”
“That’s okay. I’ll be out here with Y/N,” he tried to get out of it, but Bucky had told you about Doctor Raynor. You knew he had no escape.
“That wasn’t a request.” Sam crossed his arms around his chest, not finding his situation too appealing. He rolled his eyes, annoyed, and followed Doctor Raynor.
“I’ll wait here,” you said, cupping Bucky’s face once more. You stand on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on his lips before watching him disappear after Sam.
You were sitting in one of the chairs of the police station when you saw Sam exit the room, walking out of the police station without sparing you a second glance.
“What happened in there?” You inquired, “Why is Sam so mad?”
He didn’t say anything, just looked at you. You could see the pain behind his eyes. “Hey,” you took his gloved hands in yours, “You know you can talk to me.”
He averted his gaze to the floor. Holding your gaze was too much for him. You gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. “Don’t shut me out, Buck.” You softened your voice, “Please.”
He swallowed hard, “Do you think Steve was wrong about me?” You noticed the crack in his voice.
“Of course not, honey.” You reassured, “Why would you think that?”
He didn’t answer your question. “Is t’s this because Sam gave up the shield?”
“Steve trusted him. That shield is everything he stood for…” His voice, although louder, still held pain. “It’s his legacy and he trusted Sam with it, and he threw it away like it was nothing.”
You shook your head. There were so many things he still didn’t understand, “Sam only did what he thought was right.”
“If Steve was wrong about him, then he was wrong about me.”
“Steve was right about Sam, and he was right about you.” You wanted him to understand, “You’re a good man, Bucky. Don’t let anyone make you feel like any less.” You knew how he held onto Steve’s word; he believed in him, and so did you. “I believe in you, and I trust you.”
Once you stepped out of the police station you meet Sam again, “You okay?” He nodded.
“Gentlemen,” that annoying voice again. “Good to see you again.” Then his eyes landed on you, and you realize he was only now noticing you. Seems like he didn’t acknowledge your presence in the police station before either. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N. It’s an honor to meet you, I’ve heard a lot of things about you.” You felt the arm of your boyfriend wrapping protectively around your waist. He didn’t like the smile that was plastered on the new guy’s face; or the way his eyes sparkled when he saw you. Captain Prick reached his hand out for you, but you ignored him.
“Can’t say the same thing,” the tone of your voice indifferent “What was your name again?”
He just chuckled and shook his head “Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance. You guys know that.”
“We are free agents. We are most flexible,” Sam said firmly.
“So we are not working with you.” And with that, the three of you made your out.
“A word of advice, then.” You turned to Captain Prick, “Stay the hell out of my way.” You watched him and his friend leave.
Yep. Definitely a prick.