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C O N T R O L .

"C O N T R O L ."
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Coby grunted as he was pulled from the truck by his injured arm, almost moving to try and elbow the man but stopped himself as he thought it over. Instead he just yanked his arm from the grasp, watching as Steve climbed out by himself and that's when Coby realised he was the only one still in cuffs. He furrowed his brows before looking at the officer beside him and then back to Steve with a pissed off look. Why the hell was he the only one in cuffs? He paused for a moment before forcing his arms apart, making the cuffs fall to the ground as they snapped.

"Kinky asshole." Coby muttered as he put his arms back in front of him, rubbing his wrists to try and ease the pain caused by the metal. Eventually after a couple of seconds, he walked over to stand beside Steve who gently grabbed his arm, checking over to scrapes covering his whole arm. Steve bit his lip before he carefully dropped his arm, giving Coby a pat on his shoulder before walking over to Sharon and the group of people surrounding her. Coby let out a hum as he rolled his shoulders, sending Sam a small look before following after Steve.

"What's gonna happen to him?" Steve questioned as they approached Sharon.

"Same thing that ought to happen to you." The man beside her answered for her, making Coby roll his eyes at him, "Psychological evaluation and extradition."

"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander-" Still, Steve didn't really seem to care.

"What about a lawyer?" Steve asked him.

"A lawyer. That's funny. See their weapons are placed in lockup. We'll write you a receipt." That's the moment that Coby was suddenly aware of the pistol still tucked into his waistband but he didn't make the effort to hand it over, he just reached back to make sure his shirt was covering it. He looked around cautiously for a second, making sure no one saw his actions before he followed after the group that were now walking behind Sharon and the others.

"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that." Sam huffed out while Coby just paused in his step, turning his head to look over at Bucky who was locked in a clear cage, arms buckled down on the chair so he couldn't physically move. Bucky was staring right back at him, his look unreadable so Coby just mouthed a simple sentence.

"I'll get you out."

Bucky didn't shift, just continued staring for a moment before giving him a nod, copying Coby's actions and mouthing something to the boy.

"Good boy."

Coby tensed up, stomach twisting in tight knots as he quickly looked away. If it was any other person, he wouldn't have let it go, he would've risked getting shot just to storm over and make a scene out of it- but he couldn't with Bucky. For some reason, Bucky had this sort of control over everything Coby did and the boy couldn't figure out why. Coby wasn't an animal, so why did it feel like Bucky had a wrapped a leash tight around his neck and is refusing to let go. Coby just put it all down to the fact that he felt bad for Bucky, he was able to get away but the Winter Soldier never could. Coby was forced out of his thoughts a moment later as Sam grabbed onto him and pulled him along.