The Story Book

Cont... They got off without a hitch and Max had crashed into the couch once they were at a cruising altitude. Sam stared out the window into the dark the dim light of the interior lightning exaggerating his profile that was deep in thought. Bucky leaned forward to get his attention, "Who are we meeting?" There was a long time of silence before Sam looked away from the window and down at his hands, "I joined Pararescue straight out of high school. Jumping from one battlefield to another, Harlem for the Middle East. I got good, I got noticed, I got promoted, I also had the habit of not always following orders. It didn't take long for me to get submitted as a cadet for the new FALCON project they were creating. Over the next year and a half, they trained a handful of us to see which two would get the wings. We met Max first, he had co-created the project so he was the one that taught us how to use it. That was when I met Riley. We were paired as wingmen after

Cont... It took a lot of more than slightly illegal actions to get themselves to Brussels in two days. Now they were sitting in another stolen car in the red light district of Brussels sitting in an alley across from a very shady back door to what seemed to be a nightclub. It was more a place that would get you shot than see a celebrity in the line for that club. "Remind me why we're here?" Bucky asked, shifting in his seat to look over at Sam. He had been tight-lipped about where and who he was going to for help. Sam sighed looking at the clock in the car, "I had a life before you knew me, Barnes. My wings aren't exactly standard issue for the Pararescue." Sam looked back out of his car window.  "What is that supposed to mean?" Bucky asked, getting frustrated. Sam didn't respond but straightened as a door behind them opened and a younger man came out, closed the door, tossed his jacket over his shoulder, and started slowly walking

Cont... They found a cheap room and food before ditching the car. They were seated on the couch brainstorming. "Why Steve?" Bucky asked. "Why not Steve? The UN wants him alive so they can prosecute him publicly." Sam pointed out. Bucky frowned, shaking his head a little, "No, it wasn't Ross. He's only as powerful as the people allow him to be and the people want Captain America free. No, it wasn't the UN." "What are you thinking?" Sam asked. "They were looking for something, the way they tossed the apartment. They thought Steve took it. They waited till we were gone, they were watching, waiting. Whatever they're after they believe Steve had it. But what?" Bucky explained rubbing his hands together thinking. Sam thought too before jumping up, "Oh!" He darted over to his jacket that he still had from the other apartment and laid it out on the counter before taking his pocket knife and carefully cutt

Cont... It was dark by the time Sam and Bucky got back, the argument still not resolved but the agreement to try and keep it to a minimum for Steve was. Coming to the apartment Sam unlocked the door and came in as quietly as possible with the creaky floorboards. Bucky followed him into the dark room, "Steve?" There was no response, silence, not even breathing. Without a second thought, he flipped the lights on and Sam gasped. The apartment was trashed. The countertop was crushed, there were broken dishes and shards of shattered lamp all over the floor. The couch and chairs were flipped and some were smashed. "Steve?!" Sam called. Ignoring the mess they both tore the apartment apart looking for Steve.  There were some dents in the walls that looked to be from his shield and there were bullet holes in the drywall. All signs pointed to he had been taken. The rooms had been tossed like someone was looking for something. There was nothing they could do. S

I had this idea that is a bit different than what I've done so far. My mind kept coming back to Sam.  We see him jump straight to help Steve in WS.  He's a skilled fighter carrying the same burden Steve is. What's the story with that?   Aggravated. Inconvenienced. No, Annoyed. Definitely annoyed. Steve was highly annoyed with Sam and Bucky who hadn't been able to stop bickering with each other since the rest of "team cap" had left. Wanda had left, after a traditional stern, 'be responsible and I'll end him if he's bad' dad talk, for rendezvous with Vision at an undisclosed location for a much-needed vacation. Nat had left yesterday something about red, family, and the old life. And to not expect to be contacted or to be able to contact her until it was over. So Steve had called up Shuri and asked if it was alright to take Bucky on a small vacation of sorts. She had said yes as had the other powers to be and the man himself so now