Lost and Found

framed

A/N: words: 1785. this is almost over fudsudvus. well, i already finished writing it, but for yall, its almost over. i think theres only 3 chapters left. so yeah, anyway, enjoy!

Sam couldn't fight Bucky. That wouldn't work. No matter what his situation was, Sam couldn't hurt him. And Sam knew that Bucky wouldn't dare lay a hand on Sam in attempts to hurt him, he would literally have to be out of his mind to do it. Sam couldn't fight him for both of their sakes. Sam watched as Bucky flung himself out a window, and had to resist the urge to fly down and grab him. They had a plan. They couldn't mess it up. Sam watched as Steve followed suit, leaving the apartment empty. He shouldn't, they are on a mission. Sam couldn't seem to focus on anything else, so he dove, eyes focused on the entrance. One last time.

Sam stumbled into the apartment, and had to catch his breath. They really destroyed the place. Every little detail hit Sam like a train, as his eyes travelled around the apartment. Every breakfast that Sam helped Bucky make, where they sat and watched movies for hours, ruined in an unfair fight. Not just between the police and Bucky, but between the world and both of them. Sam's hand travelled over the counter, well, what used to be the counter. His eyes found something in the corner.

Sam's bag. Bucky kept it. Of course he did. Slowly, he made his way over to it, and smiled softly, shaking his head. He grabbed the two handles and took off out the door.

He tossed the bag into the jet and surveyed the fight. He flew to where he saw Bucky fling himself, the drama of it all was almost laughable if Sam wasn't so relieved to see him alive. "Sam, southwest rooftop." Steve said over comms, and Sam found that there was in fact a second guy. Great. "Who the hell's the other guy?" Sam asked. "About to find out." Steve replied, and Sam sighed. Great. Yeah, they didn't have a plan. Whatsoever. Sam watched as Steve flung himself from a building and shook his head. This couldn't get any worse.

Sam heard gunfire directed in Bucky's direction and whipped his head in the direction of the sound. A helicopter. Of course. "Sam" Steve called out over comms.

"Got him." Sam answered as he kicked the helicopter out of the air, which was pretty cool, if he said so himself. Sam ducked into the city below, feeling the rush of flying, and momentarily forgetting the situation. He was surely reminded of it when he saw Bucky jump off the building from the corner of his eye. Wonderful.

Sam followed Bucky and Steve from above, keeping an eye on the new guy. He looked like he was dressed as... a cat? Maybe it was a panther? Sam didn't know why this was the most important thing for him to focus on, but it is a genuine concern. Guy shows up dressed as a cat, maybe, he would like to know more. Whatever.

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"That's cold."

"Warmer than jail." Sam rolled his eyes. This couldn't be happening. If it wasn't for those damn accords, none of this would've taken place. Sam, one, wouldn't be imprisoned in an 'office' and two, would've had his wings. He exchanged a look with Steve, who could only shrug. Sam wanted to get the expression that Bucky had on his face out of his mind, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the look of numb pain out of his mind. At least he knew he was alive. He was alright. He hasn't been calling him for the last couple of months, barely even texting him, but he's alive. He'll deal with the outright ignoring him later. If he even gets the chance.

Sam really needed a break. There was a lot going on, and he hasn't felt like he's breathed for hours. "I'm gonna go take a walk." Sam told Steve, and Steve just nodded, seemingly lost in his own world too. Sam made his way down a few halls until he finally found one that was empty, and sat down, leaning his head against the wall. He didn't care if this was 'warmer than jail' he felt contained. Well, he was. These accords stripped them of their freedom, they're watching it play out. This is the reality, and if Tony could just have seen that, if this didn't blow up into an unnecessary fight, Sam wouldn't be trapped in a building, in Berlin. As for Bucky, well there wouldn't have been any UN building to 'bomb' or, more accurately, be framed for. He wouldn't be contained, either. Then, one day, they could've been in the same time zones under better circumstances. But that's not this world works. No matter how much Sam gives and gives, no matter how much good he does, the world will always try to knock him down. It will always make sure that his true peace, his true happiness, is right out of reach. He's experienced it his whole life. He lost his family, his best friends, Bucky, and now, it felt like he lost himself. Again.