A New Day (Book 2)

Chapter 45

Y/n's pov
  We all entire into three different cars. Big black SUV's with seats that face each other. Bucky, Steve, and Sam, are with me. Everyone else got split up. So I only know who I'm with. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. Bucky takes my hand and gives it a little squeeze.

  I sigh and look out the window. Funny, five months ago I most likely would have been on one of those roof tops, ready to assassinate someone. I chuckle at the thought. "What's funny?" Steve asks. "I just think that it's funny that five months ago I would be on one of those roof tops, ready to kill someone. Now I would be the one to assassinated," I laugh. "How is that funny?" Sam asks. Bucky lets out a scoff, then bursts out laughing. He get's it. "You wouldn't get it Sam. Say that to any assassin and they'll die of laughter," Bucky says.

  As we pull up to the court house, there are flashes of camera's and people everywhere. My heart drops. There's so many people, and there all hear for me. What if some one from Hydra is here? No, probably not. We took care of them three weeks ago. I brush it off and take a deep breath. The car stops and there's a cleared pathway.

  "It'll be ok Y/n," Bucky assures me. I look at him and give him a week smile. Someone comes around and open the door. Steve is the first to get out, then Sam, then Bucky. Finally, it's my turn. I scoot over and step out of the car. Camera lights flash in my eyes and peoples voices crowd my ears.

  It's so loud. My eyes dart all around. That's that bad part about the super soldier serum, your ears can hear twice as well. As we walk down the isle and to the doors, my confidence goes up and the fear gores away. Once we're in the court room, everyone is already there. A guard comes up from behind me and grabs my wrist.

  I turn around and I can tell that Red wants to kill him. Instead, I pul back and gain some ground. Three guards point their guns at me, ready to shoot. Bucky walks over to me and steps in front of me. "It's ok," he tells them. He grabs my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. However I don't look away.

  "They have to put this on you. It's going to take away the strength of your arm," Bucky says. "Their not going to hurt you," he adds with a smile. Bucky shows me his wrist and it's like a chunky bracelet. It has a green glowing light. I nod my head and the guard approaches me with caution. I give him my metal wrist and he slips it on. Immediately, it feels like my arm has been switched off. I can still move it, but just not as well.

  "Follow us," the guard commands. I look at Bucky and he gives me a week smile. "It'll be ok. We'll see you in ten minutes," Bucky says. I follow the man and three other guards come and escort me. There guns pointed at me and ready to shoot. They take me to a room. "You will stay here until your needed," they say. I walk into the room and they close it behind me.

  I walk over to a couch on the other wall, and take a seat. I rest my face in my hands. After twelve minutes, there's a knock on the door. A man, 6'2 and 235 pounds opens the door. He has brown eyes and a brown beard. He's balding, race would be Caucasian. "Time to go," he says with no emotion. I stand up and follow him out of the room. There are people everywhere, taking pictures and asking questions.

I try to ignore them. I follow the guard to a door. He opens it and reavers a room. All the Avengers are in the room, their sitting at a big long wooden table. There's a judge and a bunch of other me. Most likely some sort of council members. I sit down is an empty seat, all the way at the end of the table.

  "Ms. Y/l/n, we are going to ask you some questions," on man starts. I look at Bucky and he gives me a look of comfort. I nod my head and look at the man. "Is your name Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n?" He asks. I nod my head, "Yes sir." He nods and the judge starts to write something down. "How long did you work for Hydra?" He asks. "I was taken when I was eight," I tell them. "That wasn't the question." "I was with them for 100 years."

  "Why where you chosen?" He asks. "I was eight. I didn't think to ask. I was only focusing-" "Answer the question," the man snaps. "I don't know," I snap back. Out of no where five guards come behind me and point their guns at me. Tony stands up out of anger. "Tell them to back off!" Tony demands. I can feel the guards step back and go back into a resting position. This is going to be a long day.