Retnikopf: Widow Of Siberia (old Version)

Chapter 8 - Walker

Sam and Bucky had successfully captured Walker, it was a tough task but they managed it together. Zemo wasn't even hard, he was so scared of Vienna that he went willingly and was quite happy to be handed over to the Dora Miaje, mumbling something about how he'd rather die with them than be disembowled by her.

Walker had been restrained, and Sam and Bucky wanted to know everything. They needed to be prepared if Hydra was planning something.

Sam sat across from him, Bucky leaning against the wall behind him, and Vienna sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest directly next to Walker. No one spoke.

"Is this supposed to scare me?" John asked, chuckling a little as he spoke, "especially with this one, is the knife supposed to scare me?"

John's face wore a cocky smirk as he looked round at the three of them.

"You saw what she did," Sam shrugged, "scares the hell out of me, doesn't scare you?"

"No, I know what Bucky did," John challenged him, pointing at him under the table as he fought the restraints, "or what the other one, Carter did. You think I'm gonna believe that she did that. She's a child."

Vienna had fixated on his outstretched finger as his hand shook in the cuff. In one swift movement she brought the knife up and back quickly, cutting his finger clean off making him scream out in pain.

"You shouldn't point," Vienna told him, staying completely calm as John screamed and Sam stood up to step back from the table.

"You crazy bitch," he spat as he looked down at where his finger used to be.

"It's rude."

"Damn," Sam tried to keep himself calm as he fought the urge to go and look at what she'd done.

Bucky stood with his face scrunched up a little as he watched the blood drip from Walker's hand.

"What has your commander asked of you?" Vienna asked, twisting her head so that she could look at his face.

"Oh! You think I'm gonna talk to you?" John grunted through the pain, "you cut my fucking finger off!"

"Maybe, Vienna, we should talk to this douchebag just me and Sam," Bucky told her, placing a hand on her shoulder to make her break eye contact with Walker, "I don't think he's responding to your... technique."

Vienna paused for a moment, looking back at John she said, "everyone responds to this technique. Eventually."

"We don't do that anymore okay," he said, crouching down a little to get onto her level, "you see, hurting someone under interrogation is called torture, and that's, you know, illegal."

"i-- what?" Vienna asked frowning at him as she turned in her seat.

"Illegal, like against the law," John snapped at her as he tried to shuffle away from Vienna.

"The law? What's that like rules?" Vienna continued to question, her confusion clear in her expression.

"I'll explain later," Bucky nodded, patting her shoulder as he stood back up.

Vienna gave him a slight shrug in agreement, stood up, and left the room.