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"Okay, fine.. you think you can handle me, tho?"

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Indy was once again locked in this small chamber. Once again she had refused to obey and went against the others' instructions, whereupon she had been beaten up and then was dragged into this room, where the door was locked behind her, so she couldn't get out. If she was honest, she was already used to it. It wasn't uncommon for her to find herself in here again and again since she had joined this group of street kids who worked for a man who initially seemed friendly. At least not if his instructions were ignored or someone contradicted him.

It didn't took long for Indy to figure out that this man was using kids to get money and valuables without getting his own hands dirty. While he lived in luxury by street standards, the children hardly received anything of what they had worked for, always claiming that was all there was. And the other kids believed him, idolized him for saving them and giving them something like a home in this dilapidated building.

Indy had already tried to escape several times, but was dragged back each time until she finally gave up, after they had threatened her that she would either stay or she would be taken to the police as a runaway, where she would be taken back to her foster home. A place she definitely didn't want to go back to ever again.

Darkness filled the narrow and stuffy chamber, only a small light shone through the small gap between floor and door. Not that light was needed in this room, it was too small to really move around in anyway. All Indy could do was to sit or lie on an old ratty mattress, that filled most of the room.

The girl had no idea how long she had been in there when suddenly loud noises could be heard from the outside, which immediately turned into a commotion. She slowly raised up and made her way to the door, where she tried to look through the keyhole to see what was happening.

However, a loud bang against that very door made her flinch and jump back in shock. Whatever was happening out there wasn't good and she felt her heart pounding like crazy in her chest. When she heard another bang very close to the room, she backed away further and crouched down in a corner, her eyes fixed on the door, waiting to see what would happen next.

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It had been awhile since she had been home, and was missing everyone. She stood at the doorstep of Anya's home, looking up at the familiar building. She let out a gulp and took a few steps up the stairs, hesitating for a moment. Would Anya even want to see her? Would she still be loved by everyone? The thoughts rampaged her head, though family love doesn't ever go away. She knocked on the door and took a sfew steps back, anxiously awaiting to even see if anyone was home. She kind of smiled to herself when she saw rustling from inside the building.

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Some days Bucky felt the grief of missing so much of her life as a rock in his stomach. He grieved for missing her growing up, grieved for not being someone she knew would just love and care for her implicitly. As a boy, he'd always known the plan the world had for his life: settle down with a nice girl and have a couple of kids. It didn't matter that he'd never had much interest in dames, wasn't like he was shouting it from the rooftops. But he figured he could be happy enough. The war got in the way of that, of course, but what really got to him was that HYDRA had taken that and twisted it, stolen his babies from him. It cut him to the core. That they'd used him to help? Some days that was too much to bear.

But he said none of that to her, just continuing to lay out the fresh sheets. He'd already set a glass of water and some painkillers on the bedside table. He wondered for a moment what their life might have been like had they not been caught. He'd have braided her hair and swapped her lost teeth for coins. Closing his eyes, he pushed the imagined past away and focused on the present.

"I said something like that to your Bubbe once," he said softly, turning to her with a small smile, walking over and chucking her lightly under the chin. "I came home drunk out of my mind – this was before I moved out and Mrs Rogers was home, so I knew I couldn't go over there. I was certain she'd be furious with me. You know what she said to me? She said even if she didn't have to – she wanted to. It's the same for me, bubbeleh. Even if I didn't have to... I want to."

" Hey asshole! Catch! " Anya throws a bomb at Rumlow.

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Rumlow had been there when Barnes was first brought in, had played a role in the torture and brainwashing that had broken him down into the perfect soldier. It was a fascinating process, if not also a massive waste of resources (an opinion he'd never dare breathe out loud), but that was all decades ago.

These days, there was a baby asset to go with him-- or rather, far apart from him, since they couldn't be trusted together. Since Brock had experience, he'd been assigned as her handler a time or two over the decades. He'd never shied away from the darker sides of that, the torture and punishment, but in his way, he tried to protect the assets too. He wouldn't allow them to be the base's punching bag, would never hurt them or let them be hurt without a purpose, and he occasionally felt reward worked better than punishment in some cases.

It made sense he'd been sent to retrieve her after her escape too, since he knew her better than most. It was a reflex to catch the explosive, just as reflexive to instantly chuck it as far from him as he could get it. It exploded just before it reached the nearest building, and he ducked falling debris. "Don't matter how many toys you throw at me, little princess. You're comin' home whether you like it or not."

" that looks like a you problem. "

"Yeah? Well you look. Like a. Problem."

“ let’s kick his ass. “

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IT'S PROBABLY NOT A GOOD IDEA, AND THEY'RE GONNA GET AN EAR FULL WHEN THEY GET BACK. But there's an almost mischievous smirk on Anya's lips, their smirk curling up on one side as they look to their cousin ( for all intense and purposes ) and gives a nod.

"You go right? I go left?" She asked in confirmation, getting herself ready for jumping out from behind the barrier they've made for themselves.

To be fair, when wasn't Ellie getting in trouble? She'd heard enough stories from Bucky to know she was just like her dad had been when he was young, with the same streaks of recklessness and tiny, self-righteous fury.

"Definitely. On three?" Her small, fierce smile matched Anya's, and she gripped the shield a little tighter in preparation. It was an old one of Steve's from training that she'd painted blue, a white star in the center. At the signal, she leapt out from behind the blockade and sent the shield flying.

[  FIFTEEN  ] :  “ we shouldn’t do this…. ”

Arms are wrapped around her waist, hands flat on her lower back as he keeps her close. There was no longer any space between their bodies, his large arms pulling her to him as he angled his head down. It had felt like they'd tiptoed around long enough, hadn't they? To him it had been. The thin line had been almost crossed on several occasions that now it seemed to be blurred. Leaning in, just a bit, their lips were only inches apart when she speaks up. Hooded green gaze looks over her features, mainly stopping for a few moments at her lips before returning to her own darkened gaze looks up at him. "And why's that?" Andrei asks, not entirely moving from where he stood or even leaning back. "What's stopping you? Because I'm not letting that voice in the back of my mind stop me." Once more his eyes shift to her lips. "But if this is something you don't want, then I will let you go." Added whisper as he looks back up to her gaze. "Tell me."

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" Hey asshole! Catch! " Anya throws a bomb at Rumlow.

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"Anny, are you okay?" She turns to look at her quite surprised by her sudden burst. "I.. think you may have a fever, let me go get the thermometer." And still blushing, Wanda exits the room.

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He gripped her chin gently, tilting her face to one side. In his other hand, Bucky held a wet cloth, and he began to clean her cheek, not saying anything as he worked. He wondered if this was anything like what his own parents' had felt whenever he came home with cuts and bruises. He figured they wouldn't have his feelings of inadequacy – he often felt like he was always a few steps behind where he should be, the time stolen from them some chasm he could never hope to cross.

"You want to tell me what happened?" he asked quietly, briefly looking up into her eyes and then back down again.

“This place…kind of sucks. Mom probably has better safehouses.” She really tried to look for a positive way to express her opinion about the place they were at the moment, but she couldn't, just as she couldn't avoid making the sarcastic comment instead. Glancing sideways at her half sister, she decided to continue. “But it could be worse, I suppose. So I won’t complain.”

And it really could be worse. At least they were safe there for now. They could rest and plan their next steps. That’s all that should matter, anyway. Scarlett walked around for a bit, then placed her bow and her quiver against the wall. “I'll take the couch.”

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"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

"I'm fine." Bucky replied annoyed as he looked up from the hospital bed before groaning in pain. Yeah he should not be moving to much right now. "Okay.... Okay. Fair."

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