[AU] there's grief of Want and grief of Cold

[from_the_outside]

She sleeps later than she had the day before – a combination of not having to get up and go to the doctor and exhaustion – and when she comes downstairs, the house is quiet but coffee is already made. After making herself a cup, she pads barefoot to the door and steps out into the crisp mountain morning.

She's unsurprised to see that Bucky is up, and to find Steve's motorcycle gone from the driveway. "Steve head out already?"

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[nerves_of_ice]

He watches as Stark's glance flicks from him to Sharon and holds for a moment, considering. He remains still as the other man's focus swings back to him.

"Forget about Zemo for a second. What's your big plan? Assuming for some reason I don't kill you, that is, which, let me tell you, is nowhere near off the table yet."

Bucky turns his right hand palm-up, not moving his left arm, and gives a minuscule shrug. "I don't have one. Warning Steve, warning you guys, getting Zemo and whoever's helping him out of play - that's all I've got."

He doesn't dare look at Sharon.

[from_the_outside]

"Nobody has a plan except Zemo," Sharon says, swallowing any other possible reaction. She can't let any of it show on her face. "And we don't know what it is yet."

Tony Stark looks back at her, and she keeps her gaze steady and level. He's still furious, she can tell, but he's at least listening. "We know it was going to involve the Joint Terrorism Task Force. And that Zemo was probably going to hurt a lot of people to be able to get to you and Steve."

And Bucky, but she has the feeling Tony won't be all too sympathetic to that. "He lost his family when the Avengers fought Ultron. He wants you to lose yours, too."

[marvel_npc]

Oh, he hates this, he hates this, and wants nothing more than to ignore all of it and unleash the full force of his repulsors on the silent man in front of him, following it up with everything he can think of until there's nothing left of his parents' murderer but scraps and dust.

Except that much as he doesn't want to admit it, he can recognize the trap that's been laid, the strings that this Zemo asshole's trying to pull, using his mom and dad's deaths to do it, and that pisses him off too.

"The Joint Terrorism Task Force. Friday?" With his visor up she can't give him the embedded display, but he listens to the report in his ear - and as he does, his attention swings away from Barnes to Sharon Carter. "That's you. Deputy Commander Ross's right hand."

[from_the_outside]

"That's me," she confirms. "And before I was CIA, I was SHIELD."

[marvel_npc]

For all the things he's ever been accused of, being slow's not one of them.

"Hence Fury. Right?"

[from_the_outside]

"Right."

His attention is still on her, and she wants to keep it that way until he's cooled down a little. "I couldn't bring Zemo to the JTTF without knowing what his plan for it was and we couldn't hand him over to you guys without delivering him straight to his targets. Fury was the best available option."

[marvel_npc]

He scoffs at that, but his heart's not in it. "Right. And instead of turning this guy--" He waves at Barnes. "-- over to either of them, you've got him under some version of, what, house arrest here, near Steve."

Tony doesn't wait for an answer, but paces back and forth across the driveway again, thinking furiously, before he spins back to confront Barnes.

"We're not finished. So when this is over, you and me are gonna have another, much less pleasant chat. Got that?"

[nerves_of_ice]

It's honestly better than what he was expecting. Maybe Steve was right after all.

Bucky nods, in silence, without hesitation.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon bristles but manages to keep her mouth shut. He's calming down; the last thing this situation needs is escalation.

"What will you do now?" she asks, instead.

[marvel_npc]

"Go back to the compound and wait for the others to get back from their little jaunt." It grates to have been left behind, and never mind that Steve probably had good reason for it. He always has a good reason. It's one of the things that occasionally makes Tony want to punch him in his perfect teeth.

He swings around to confront Barnes as he adds, "And you're coming with me."

[nerves_of_ice]

He hadn't even had a half-second to relax before Stark drops that bombshell. Bucky feels every muscle in his body tense up.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he says, as neutrally as he can.

[from_the_outside]

"Yeah, no."

That's not happening. "Are you going to carry him all the way back to upstate New York? That doesn't seem very efficient. You know where he is: neither of us are going anywhere. He's my responsibility, I'm not going to turn him over to someone who's already admitted they want to kill him."

[marvel_npc]

"Please." He spins back to give her a scathing look. "You think I didn't spot the passive cloaking signal from the Quinjet out there in the woods?"

Tony flaps a hand at her. "You can come too, whatever, I don't care, the place is big enough. But I'm not leaving the guy with a history of fucking vanishing into the wind for years at a time somewhere I can't keep an eye on him."

[from_the_outside]

"You're still not giving me a lot of incentive to agree," she points out, but glances at Bucky, trying to get a read on what he wants.

If he doesn't want to go, they aren't going. End of story.

[nerves_of_ice]

He's keeping track on Stark out of the corner of his eye, but he's shifted the angle of his body to face Sharon, and he's watching her steadily, his expression as close to unreadable as he can make it.

"It's up to you," he says, and nothing more.

[from_the_outside]

"Helpful," she says, wry, and turns back to Stark.

"Here are my conditions. One: I pilot the Quinjet. You can fly outside. Two: I don't know what kind of detention facility you might have at the compound, but either way, you're putting us in a decent apartment, not a cell. Three: I determine the security and restrictions on said apartment, not you. Four: you get no access to Sergeant Barnes without prior agreement and Steve Rogers and myself both present. Five: If I think for even a second that you mean to harm him, we leave."

She fixes Stark with a level glare, her jaw set in a don't fuck with me expression that is probably familiar to Bucky.

[marvel_npc]

He stares at her in disbelief before throwing both hands up in the air, then letting them drop to his side.

"It's a luxury compound, not a prison," he snaps. "It's a hundred acres with a lap pool. There's a screening room. Come on. You're the special agent, not me. But fine, whatever."

The rest of her demands don't really matter. He can get what he wants when he needs to, as long as Barnes is in reach. The only sticking point might be always having Steve around, but Steve can't watch him all the time.

"Friday, start the new member protocol, with some limitations that the charming Agent Carter and I will be working out shortly."

"Right away," the AI says, into the air so they all can hear. "Everything will be ready by the time you arrive in New York."

[nerves_of_ice]

This is not how he'd ever expected to return to New York.

Bucky stays silent, and still, and just watches.

[from_the_outside]

"Hang on," she says. "I haven't agreed yet."

Bucky is silent and still. He's often silent and still, but this is pinging all wrong. She looks at Stark. "I need a few minutes to talk with Sergeant Barnes. Alone. And without you eavesdropping."

[marvel_npc]

He rolls his eyes and huffs a breath in frustration, then gestures grandly at the front porch.

"Be my guest," he snipes.

[from_the_outside]

Ah yes, the familiar you are an unbelievable pain in the ass combination eye roll and sigh; good to know she's still got it.

She ignores Stark and goes to Bucky instead, putting a hand on his arm and nudging him toward the house. "Come on," she says, quietly.

She makes sure she's between him and Stark when they walk past. And she doesn't stop on the porch: she brings them both inside and shuts and locks the door behind them. "Well," she says, once she's sure Stark won't break the door down.

"That could have gone better."

[nerves_of_ice]

He doesn't move from where they've stopped, but stands quietly, watching her.

"Or worse."

[from_the_outside]

"Yeah," she agrees, and runs both hands through her hair, distracted. "It could have gone a lot worse."

First things first: she studies him, the way he's holding himself, the shuttered look in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm fine."

He looks back at her. "Are you? It's your home he invaded."

[from_the_outside]

"No," she says, flatly. "I'm not fine. I'm pissed off."

She comes a little closer. "We don't have to go anywhere. I'm not going to let him call the shots. If you don't think it's a good idea, we're not going. He doesn't get to be your jailer."

No matter what he says about the compound. She's pretty sure he's not going to be letting them have the run of the place.