Bucky Barnes’s arms are steel around your waist, lifting you off the ground as you struggle desperately to break free. Panic floods your chest, your heart pounding in your throat. Tony Stark stands a few feet away, the man who created Ultron—the AI that killed your parents in Sokovia two years ago. The man who tore your world apart.
You scream, but Bucky’s hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you. His voice is strained, desperate. “Stop, Leyla,” he pleads. But the rage inside you burns too hot to listen. You twist in his grip, kicking, clawing for any chance to reach Tony, to make him pay for everything.
Steve Rogers stands between you and Tony, his face a mix of sympathy and worry. He knows your pain, but he also sees the danger in your eyes. The need for revenge that’s consuming you.
Bucky’s grip tightens, lifting you further away. “I can’t let you do this,” he mutters, the regret in his voice clear. He understands the pain, but his loyalty to Tony—and to you—forces his hand.
You’re carried away, your world narrowing to just the distance between you and the man who destroyed your life, and the two people who now hold you back from doing something you might never be able to take back.
He ended up nudging you into one of the rooms in the compound, the automatic doors closing behind him as he stood infront of you, blocking the exit.