That awkward moment you load the first chapter of a story without checking everything because you haven't uploaded a new story since...like...2015? I think.

Anyway, this is my attempt at something different. It's not great, but it's one of those things where i got this idea in my head and i needed to get it out.

I do not own anything or one, marvel related, and this is set after Civil War, in a slightly AU, i guess. Imagine that Tony wasn't able to get the shot off in the bunker before Bucky was able to reach the top and escaped. That's the scenario I'm playing with here.

So if you like it, let me know, if you don't, move along, get on with life, don't dwell on it or be an asshat about it.

Cheers!

Edit 24/07/17 - Chapter has been updated to fit in with the prequel that has since been written!

xo

PS - oOOo signifies POV changed

Chapter 1

Vielka stood in the back of the chopper, looking out of the open doors as it began to descend towards the ground, finding the only open space among the trees. She scowled as she noticed it was raining outside. Rogers had better be grateful when she got back, it was his personal request to her that had her out here. She could never turn down Captain America, it was probably the whole 'man out of time' thing that pulled at her heart strings, possibly even the target's backstory.

She smirked a little, the boys at her old unit used to say she had no heart, turns out she was just heartless towards them. She bit her lip, as an old memory briefly passed through her mind, but she quickly pushed it from her thoughts as she picked up her rifle and jumped out from the back of the chopper.

She was within the Hola Forest, west of the city of Cluj-Napoca, Romania. There was chatter that her target was hiding out here, having ducked out of Bucharest not long after being sighted. She thought it weird he would come back here, to Romania. Sure, his mother originated from here, but he personally had no links to the country and after his last visit here, it didn't make sense.

She trudged through the thick undergrowth, watching carefully where she walked for any signs of human traffic. She took notice of the pile of bear scat as she trudged on, noting it appeared quite fresh. It didn't take long before she found a boot print in the undergrowth, she knelt down, keeping her weapon up, and inspected the print. Whoever belonged to it was heavy set, and seemed heavier on their left side. She scanned the ground carefully, looking to see which direction the tracks led.

Once she was sure which way they went, she carefully continued on, clutching at her weapon as the sky began to darken. It would be night soon, and she would need to be extra careful now as the creatures of the night would soon be coming out. She wondered if she might run into that bear.

She had been tracking for about two hours now, but it was soon too dark for even her to continue, her enhanced eyesight beginning to struggle as the moon moved higher into the cloudless sky. She was about to look for a tree to climb when there was a rustling of leaves behind her. She whirled around, rifle raised and saw two eyes shining in the dull light a short distance away.

"Ah crap," she murmured, before beginning to walk back carefully. She really didn't want to discharge her weapon in case her target heard it and fled. "Nice teddy," she murmured, taking another step back.

It growled at her, before charging. "Shit!" She turned and ran, slinging her rifle to her back to enable free hands when she found something to climb. Her eyes darted from tree to tree, looking for a good strong one, but there were no climbable ones within view. She got sick of running and decided to try her luck with the nearest tree, she changed direction quickly and launched herself into the air, just reaching a branch. She clutched at it with her hands, relief when she felt the bark in her hands. She looked down below as the bear ran to the tree, standing on its hind legs and swiping wildly up at her.

"Well, this is just awesome," she said with a grimace, moving to hoist herself up onto the branch. She regretted it almost immediately, as she felt it begin to give way under her weight. "Damn it."

She looked below and measured up the fall and how she could avoid most of the teeth and claws below.

She swung from the branch before it could break, landing just behind the bear, although heavily on one ankle, before rolling forward. The bear spun and swung out a large clawed paw at her, it caught her on the arm as she tried to dodge it, her left ankle buckling slightly as she tried to move, slowing her down. It slashed open her uniform. She let out a hiss of pain that shot through her arm, but mostly ignored it. She went to grab her rifle but found it was no longer slung to her shoulder, the bear had managed to catch the sling, cutting it loose. She grimaced in annoyance.

She pulled the knife she carried in her boot, she really didn't want to hurt the bear, it was only doing what bears did naturally, but it was either him or her. She carefully stood, looking up to the bear cautiously. It stood on its hind legs, roaring angrily at her and showing his teeth. She too stood, knife poised and at the ready. "Sorry big guy," she murmured, before making the dash forward. The bear swiped at her again, but she rolled and dodged it, looking to sink her knife into its side as she stood and lunged forward again.

She was about to plunge her knife in, when she was tackled roughly from the side, sending her sprawling into the undergrowth. She turned to fight off her second attacker as she attempted to right herself, pain shooting through her left ankle as she tried to use it to stop her fall, but felt her attacker force her back to the ground roughly, her face pushed into the undergrowth.

"Don't move," a deep, surly voice hissed in her ear, pinning her hand with the knife to the ground as well. She began to struggle back against it until she heard the bear again, it was close. Her would-be attacker lowered himself down on top of her, covering her body with his. She could tell he was heavy set as his body was much bigger than hers, but he held most of his weight off her. She glanced up through the brush to see the bear standing up sniffing the air, it seemed to smell them, but for some reason seemed hesitant about engaging.

The male voice spoke again, but this time it seemed directed to the bear. "Go on, off you go, you don't want to tangle with me again," he said calmly.

To her astonishment, the bear dropped back to its all fours, before it began trudging away. She watched it walk away, completely in awe of what had just happened, until she felt the weight from her back disappear. She looked around in surprise and felt her knife pulled from her hand roughly.

"Hey!" she exclaimed as she stood up. She was about to ask what his problem was when she noticed his arm. She saw the moonlight bounce of the silvery colour as he turned to face her, his stormy blue eyes narrowed at her. She sized him up, he was much bigger than her, wearing jeans and casual shirt under a dark hoodie, a baseball cap pulling his long hair from his face. A face she recognised instantly.

"Sgt Barnes... I'm here to bring you in," she said, eyeing the knife in his hand. She berated herself mentally for losing both her rifle and knife, so unlike her. He looked at the knife, holding it up to the light. The movement put her on edge.

"Who sent you?" He asked, looking back at her, seeming to be sizing her up.

"Captain Rogers," she replied honestly. Sgt Barnes looked surprised, before he narrowed his eyes at her. "No, I'm not working for the Wakandan King this time, I'm on loan."

"Get out of here, before you get yourself killed," he said, before turning to walk away.

She took a step toward him, making him turn around again, now holding the knife up in her direction.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sgt. I have orders."

"Are they worth your life?"

"With all due respect, Sgt, would that be worth your guilt?" She seemed to hit a nerve there, he flared his nostrils and narrowed his eye at her, but she noted that the knife lowered slightly. "Sgt, I'm taking you in, either willingly, or by force."

"Just try," he said, before running at her. She was ready though, she leapt back as he lunged for her, pulling one of the twin swords she kept concealed at her back, blocking the knife. He was strong, as he pushed against her sword, but she didn't let that intimidate her, she had fought bigger and far uglier.

She shoved back at him, causing him to step back and glare at her. She narrowed her eyes at him, before pulling her second sword from her back slowly. She saw Sgt Barnes' eyes widen as he took in the two swords now in her hands. "Sgt, are you sure you wouldn't rather co-operate? I would rather not have to re-sharpen my Wakizashis."

Barnes narrowed his eyes at her, before dropping his eyes and the knife to the ground, and placing his hands to the back of his head.

She raised her eyebrows at this, feeling slightly disappointed, but also slightly relieved, she really didn't want to sharpen her swords again. She replaced her swords in their sheaths at her back before walking towards the knife at the ground in front of Sgt Barnes' feet. "Thank you-" she began, as she bent down to pick it up, only to have Barnes strike out at her.

She managed to block the kick that he had aimed at her chest, before blocking his following punch with his titanium arm, although she was forced back slightly from the power behind it. She gritted her teeth, feeling pain shooting through her forearms that had taken the full force of the titanium arm.

"Just walk away," he said, standing ready with his fists up.

"Sorry, Sgt, I can't do that."

She lunged first now, leading with her left before jabbing with her right, he blocked her punches easily but she quickly brought he knee up and it connected with his chest. He was forced back a step and she quickly followed through with a round house. He caught her leg and moved to throw her but she was quick to grab one of his arms and bend her leading leg, swinging her body weight around so that she could off balance him.

It worked and he began to tip forward. She used her core strength and curled herself into a ball to brace for impact as Barnes fell over. She maintained her position, grabbing his titanium arm and trying to pin it, she knew it wasn't going to be easy.

He tried to grab at her legs, working as best as he could to loosen her grip on him, but she grit her teeth and refused to let him out power her.

"Let go of me! I don't want to hurt you!" he growled, as he began trying to manoeuvre his titanium arm.

"Urgh, who said chivalry is dead," she murmured through gritted teeth. Unfortunately, his titanium arm was too strong for her and he managed to break free from her arms and legs, moving to be kneeling before her, before trying to move to grab her in a stress position.

He almost had her in a vulnerable position, his arms woven around her neck and one of her arms, his face awfully close to hers so she could feel his hot breath on her cheek, when she decided it was time to stop messing around. She gave a flick of her loose wrist, popping out a small syringe from the device she wore, before stabbing him in the leg with it.

He froze when he realised what she had done, releasing her and stumbling back. She gasped for breath and rolled her shoulders, trying to get the blood moving again, before looking back just as he fell to the ground. "Sorry, mate."

She stood in the dark there for a moment, just looking at the Winter Soldier, lying amongst the leaves and undergrowth of the forest. Then she groaned. "Crap, now I have to drag your ass back to the LZ!" She kicked at a tuft of grass in annoyance before huffing and getting back to work.

oOOo

Bucky looked around groggily, his eyes adjusting to the red lights around him. Once adjusted, he noted he was inside an aircraft of some sort. From the sound of the rotors, it was a chopper.

He looked to his right and saw a svelte but fit body leaning into the cockpit, dressed in a fitted, black outfit. He noted she didn't have red hair, but was immediately on edge. He recognised her, if only by her body. She had been the woman who followed the Wakandan King everywhere, like his bodyguard. He tried to move his arms and found himself impeded. Looking down he found he was restrained with a device he had never seen before. His arms were crossed in front of his chest with a large steel contraption tight around his wrists and shoulders. He started to try and pull himself free but to no avail.

"I wouldn't bother," the woman said, walking towards him with a slight limp, he noted. "We tested it. You're not going anywhere."

"This is a bad idea," Bucky warned, eyeing the woman. She was a lot taller than Romanoff, whom he originally thought was tracking him, although her body was built much the same. He had never actually seen her face before, she was always wearing a mask previously and he found her facial features appeared slightly Asian, with jet black hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail.

"I'm sure it is," she said, before easing herself into the seat beside him. "But when Captain America asks a favour, you don't generally decline."

Bucky furrowed his brow at the woman. She seemed very laid back, he also noted the accent she had, he didn't easily recognise it.

He glanced back at his restraints, wiggling his fingers of his right arm a little, to keep the blood flow moving, before looking back at her. Her arms were now folded across her chest and her eyes closed.

He began to recall the last time he had seen her. She had saved him from Tony Stark's rage, injuring herself in the process, but had urged him to flee while he had the chance. He remembered his confusion at the act of selflessness, after having pursued him alongside the Wakandan King, T'Challa for so long.

He looked her over, before his eyes settled on her arm, her body suit was slashed and her arm bleeding. "You should do something about that arm," he said. "Romanian bears are known for carrying bacteria that can make you quite ill."

She opened her eyes, looking at him and it was the first time he noticed the colour of her eyes and it shocked him, even in the red light of the cargo area. They were a mesmerising golden-brown colour. She glanced at her arm before frowning and shrugging. "She'll be right."

She gave him a small smile before closing her eyes and relaxing again. He furrowed his brow at her nonchalant attitude but had little time to think of it when a voice boomed over the intercom.

"Five minutes out, Paddy."

The woman opened her eyes and touched her ear, before replying. "Roger that. Called us in?"

"He's waiting for you."

"Lovely. I'll need a beer waiting on the Tarmac." There was laughter over the intercom before the buzz of the intercom was silent.

"Paddy, was it?" He asked, looking her up and down again, not sure the name suited her. She pursed her lips, not looking at him.

"Shouldn't eavesdrop, Sgt, its rude," she said, standing up and beginning to move around the chopper, collecting a bag, a rifle and then walking towards him. "Come on, big fella," she said, putting her arm under his and hoisting him to his feet. He was surprised at her strength, she was definitely stronger than she appeared.

oOOo

Steve watched as the Corporal led Bucky off the back of the chopper. He noted she seemed to be sporting a limp, but other than that, was surprisingly well. He supposed Natasha's suggestion of sending her to retrieve Bucky wasn't such a bad idea. She stopped a few feet away from him, looking expectant. He noted the mischief in her eyes.

"Captain," she greeted him, smirk appearing on her features, making her look more asian.

"Corporal, I see you managed just fine on your own."

"Piece of cake, he only gave me a little trouble." Bucky furrowed his brow and looked at the Corporal. That was when Steve noticed the open wound on her arm, looking at it in concern. She noticed him looking at it. "That was not him. That was a bear."

Steve raised his eyebrows and did his best to hold back a small laugh. The irony of her being able to come out basically injury free against the Winter Soldier but not a bear was not lost on him. "A bear?"

"Shut up," she said, rolling her eyes before tossing the keys to the restraining device to him. "He's all yours." She turned her head slightly to look at Bucky, who was still looking at her curiously. "It's been fun." With that she strode away back to the compound.

Steve watched her for a moment, before looking to Bucky, who was also watching her walk away, eyes narrowed. "She's a nice girl, really."

Bucky didn't respond, as Steve grabbed him by the arm and led him to the compound as well.

oOOo

Bucky was led into the compound and taken into an elevator. He counted the floors as it sunk into the depths of the facility. He counted it to be about ten floors down, but he couldn't be certain. Steve led him out and into a well lit corridor. The walls were made of concrete, thick concrete by the looks of it too.

"You'll be safe here," Steve said, clearly misinterpreting Bucky's analysing eyes. "We're going to get some tests done and see what's going on upstairs."

"This is a bad idea," Bucky replied, as they stopped at a door. "It was safer when I was away from anyone."

"That's no way to live, Bucky, you can't keep running." Bucky frowned, that's what Steve thought, but Bucky was pretty certain it was the safest way. "Besides, if Paddy can find you, what's to say anyone else can't?"

He furrowed his brow at the mention of the woman. He was right, but Bucky suspected she wasn't just anyone either. There was something curious about the 'corporal' that everyone seemed to affectionately call 'Paddy'.

Steve opened the door and ushered him in. A young looking man wearing a white coat looked up expectantly and smiled, before motioning towards a machine. The door opened again as Steve was helping Bucky onto the table, it was Natasha Romanoff. She looked warily at him, crossing her arms and leaning against the door.

"Captain, we need to take the restraints off," the man, a doctor it seemed, said, looking expectantly at Steve. Steve bit his lip and looked to Romanoff.

"I'll call Vielka." Bucky didn't recognise the name, but it was obvious whoever it was made Steve nervous. He shook his head.

"Nah, it's fine," he looked down at Bucky. "You aren't going to try anything, right? We're trying to help you." He looked imploringly at him.

Bucky sighed, even if he barely remembered everything he and Steve had been through, he remembered that look. He gave the slightest of nods.

Steve undid the restraints and they released him, sliding back into a neat little box instantly. The doctor set back to work instantly, pushing some buttons on the machine before ushering everyone else behind a small barrier in the room.

Bucky lay still as the machine hummed around him. It made him nervous and vaguely reminded him of his time with Hydra. It made him shudder. "Lay still, please," the doctor called from behind the barrier.

After a few minutes, they all filed back out from behind the barrier, Steve leading, as the table he lay on rolled itself back out. Steve offered him a hand and helped him to sit up.

"I'll analyse the results as soon as possible," the doctor said, motioning to the door. Romanoff opened it, holding it as Steve motioned to Bucky to follow him.

"Where are we?" Bucky asked as they walked down the hallway.

"Can't tell you that right now, sorry," Steve said, apologetically. Bucky looked behind him to wear Romanoff was following, she met his gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly. He turned back around to look ahead as Steve led him to what appeared to be a large open plan facility. He spotted some familiar faces there.

The first to greet him was Sam, offering his hand. Bucky took it, remembering well when they had fought side by side in Germany. He was soon followed by Wanda.

"This is all of you?" he asked, remembering there had been others that he had fought beside.

They looked sideways at each other. "The others have families, so they're hiding elsewhere to be closer to them. There's not many of us, but we do what we can."

"To do what?" Bucky asked, looking at Romanoff as she walked past him towards the kitchen that was towards the back of the room.

"Fight, help, whatever is needed of us."

He nodded. He had seen the news. The Avengers were done, thanks to the egomaniac Tony. He recalled Tony trying to kill him at the bunker, he had been lucky to escape, and it was thanks to the woman that had just captured him, before the missile silo collapsed after Tony tried to shoot him as he made his escape.

Bucky looked around, noting how high tech the facility was. "Someone is obviously supporting you."

"That would be me," came a heavily accented voice. He turned around to see T'Challa standing in the doorway, one hand in his pocket. He walked inside, standing barely a foot away from Bucky. He recalled their last meeting, it was not a pleasant one.

To his surprise, T'Challa offered Bucky a hand. Bucky raised his eyebrows, but accepted it. "Upon our last meeting, i was mislead to believe you were the cause for my grief," he began, his face showing no emotion. "Upon following Tony, I discovered you were not, and I must apologise."

Bucky looked at T'Challa in mild disbelief, while he knew he was not responsible for the bombing at the Sokovian Accords conference, he never thought anyone but Steve and Sam would believe him. He gave a nod, to the Wakandan King, who released his hand before turning to Steve.

"Might I talk with you a moment?"

Steve nodded and left, looking back at Bucky once before he did so.

"Make yourself at home, man," Sam said, returning to the lounge.

Bucky stood there for a moment, unsure what exactly that would entail, but he carefully moved to the lounge and sat down as well, looking with interest to the tv. Sam was watching about five different tvs, each with a different news channel on. "What are you looking for?" he asked with interest after about five minutes.

"Anything that we should be aware of, you know, serious things."

"He means super human things," Wanda piped up from the kitchen, she was moving around the kitchen quickly, red mist following her as she did so, carrying several items. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"Good, dinner won't be long."

"I hope you like foreign food," Sam muttered under his breath. "She doesn't cook anything else."

"I heard that, Sam." Sam chuckled as she hurled an empty plastic bottle at him, missing him by a good few centimetres. Bucky raised his eyebrows between the two of them, before looking back to the tv.

oOOo

Vielka hmphed one more time as the doctor stitched up her arm.

"Seriously, you can make any other noise if you're in pain, you know?" he said, in amusement.

"Nah, it's all good." she pulled her hoodie sleeve back down and stood up. "Thanks doc."

She turned to leave. "Get back here, you need a tetanus shot."

"Pfft, no, i don't," she murmured, before dashing out the door, slamming into Steve.

He grabbed her about the shoulders as she righted herself. "Go get your tetanus shot."

"How the..."

"Doc told me," he replied, with a knowing grin. She narrowed her eyes and hmphed again before turning around and walking back in. The doc gave her a quick jab and sent her on her way. She glared daggers at Steve before exiting the clinic room quickly. She was starving as she made her way to the kitchen.

She could smell the strong sent of European cooking as she approached the common area, knowing straight away Wanda had been cooking again. She wasn't complaining tonight though, any food was good for her, after traipsing through the forest for most of the day and night. Especially after dragging Sgt Barnes dead weight through the forest.

She was just contemplating their first meeting in the forest as she rounded the corner to enter the common area, when she crashed into a hard chest, almost falling backwards in surprise, except for the strong arms that caught hers and righted her. "Sorry..." a familiar voice murmured as she looked up in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing out of restraints?" she asked, stepping back in surprise, automatically moving into a ready stance.

"He's no prisoner here, Vielka," came Wanda's voice from the kitchen. Vielka looked from Wanda to Sgt Barnes. "Well, no more than us, really."

She scratched the side of her head, it was something she tended to do when she was nervous or frustrated. Sgt Barnes was looking at her with his eyebrows raised and hands slightly raised in front of him, hands facing out, the universal sign of surrender. She growled slightly to herself, but brushed past him and into the kitchen. She sat at the buffet bench, taking the bowl that Wanda handed her, but not taking her eyes off Sgt Barnes for too long.

"Relax," Wanda whispered, leaning on the bench across from her. "I have fought side by side with him, he is a good man."

"You been inside his head, yet?" Vielka asked, still not taking her eyes off of him as he moved to sit on the lounge beside Sam.

"Well, no..." she answered honestly, nervously looking at Sgt Barnes herself. "And to be honest, from what i've heard, I do not want to."

Vielka wrinkled her nose a little in thought as she brought the hot food to her lips. She had heard the same thing. She turned away finally, trying to ignore the fact that she could feel his eyes on her.

oOOo

Steve soon returned and saw Vielka at the buffet bench, playing with a mobile device. Bucky was on the lounge, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and watching the tv with Sam, although he noticed him throwing furtive glances in Vielka's direction every now and then.

"Hey, how's that arm?" he asked, pulling up a seat next to her.

"It was only a bear," she murmured in an offhand manner, not looking up.

He glanced at the screen of her mobile device. It was fuzzy video of his first encounter with the Winter Soldier. "What are you doing?" he hissed, moving to grab the device from her hands.

She blocked his hand and looked at him pointedly. "Researching, to make sure I'm ready in case shit goes down," she retorted, looking at him warningly. "You never told me he was going to be allowed unrestrained access around here, or I would never have agreed to bring him in."

He glanced sideways, he could see Bucky was still glancing at them now and then. He looked back at Vielka who was looking back at her device. "He was under their mind control then, he's free now."

"Does T'Challa approve of this? And what's to say they couldn't just reactivate him? Do we even know how they do it?" She looked up from the device and demanded, before her eyes went wide and she leaned back slightly. Steve looked to his right to see Bucky standing there.

"They have a set of words," he began, not taking his eyes off of Vielka. "They need to be spoken in Russian, in the right order, usually they would scramble my memories first, wiping anything that had happened recently."

Steve glanced sideways at Vielka, who didn't remove her eyes from Bucky, he noted her eyes seemed slightly apologetic.

She took a deep breath, before releasing it. "Sorry, old habits die hard," she replied, turning away before standing and walking away. The room was silent as Sam and Wanda had turned to watch the conversation.

Steve turned and watched her leave, aware of a twinge of sadness in her eyes as she had turned away from them. He looked back apologetically to Bucky, standing and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you to your room, you're probably tired."

He led Bucky from the room, down the hall. When he realised which room Natasha had chosen for Bucky he wasn't sure if it was such a good idea. He knew she probably chose it for a reason of her own, but he wasn't sure right now it was a good idea.

Just as he thought to change the room, Natasha exited the room, looking up at them both and giving a small smile. "Just in time, it's all ready. Hope it's comfortable," she said motioning towards the now open door.

Steve stepped back to let Bucky past, he stopped in the doorway and had a quick look around the room then nodded. "Thanks."

Steve heard a door open next door and grit his teeth as they all turned to look. Vielka exited her room, wearing her training gear, swords in hand. She noticed them looking at her and nodded, before turning and striding down the hallway.

"What was all that about?" Natasha asked, clearly noticing the tension in the air as Steve released a breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding.

Neither of them answered her.

oOOo

Vielka worked her body to the brink of exhaustion, she probably should have just gone to bed after leaving Steve and Sgt Barnes in the common area, but she couldn't sleep.

She utilised the virtual sparring program T'Challa had created just for her, flipping, parrying and blocking the robot in front of her. But her mind wasn't exactly clear as she lunged towards it, angrily bringing her sword down to strike it.

It moved sideways and kicked out at her, knocking her backwards a good few metres. She sprawled on the ground heavily, feeling the wind knocked from her lungs, but struggled back onto her feet as the robot sprinted towards her with its sword arms raised to attack. She threw her sword, it struck its target and the robot slid to a stop in front of her, crumbling to the ground.

"I really wish you would take care when using the virtual training grounds," came T'Challa's voice over the intercom. She glanced behind her and saw the door to the room open, T'Challa walking in wearing his Black Panther suit, helmet in his hand.

She stood and retrieved her sword from the mess of robot. "I'm pretty certain you enjoy putting these things together about as much as I enjoy destroying them," she replied, giving a small smile.

He grinned at her knowing retort. "Perhaps." He looked at her more seriously then. "What is on your mind, Corporal Patterson?" He asked. He refused to use her nickname or code name about the facility, instead opting for her former rank and last name. It annoyed her, but he was royalty, their host and she had been chosen to be his protector.

"Nothing much," she replied, putting her twin swords back into their sheaths. She glanced back at him, as he stood before her, seeming to analyse her as he always did. She sighed. "The Sgt puts me on edge."

"I see, why would that be?"

"His mind can easily be controlled, whether he wants to or not, he could easily turn against us, and this has been proven."

T'Challa raised an eyebrow, as she turned away. "You speak as if you know from experience," he said as she began to leave. She froze, wondering if T'Challa was testing her like he always did or if he was privy to information about her that she had fought for years to forget. She opted for the first option.

She turned her head back slightly, before continuing to exit the room.

As she returned to her room, she thought she heard shouting and struggling from Sgt Barnes' room. She silently moved to the door, putting her ear closer to hear. Silence. She shrugged her shoulders and returned to her room, showering and changing quickly.

She was just about to climb into bed when she heard an unmistakable shout from Sgt Barnes' room.

Bear with me, usually when I write, I've got a pre-thought out plan/plot, but I'm working on the fly here.

xo

Krayzee