Sam - 12

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The halls were winding and guard filled. The farther they went the colder it got.

Sam would wager they were going deeper into the rock of the island. He had no idea where they were going but Avery operated by a set of rules three of which were:

1) Always have an exit.
2) Never leave the way you came in.
3) Don't get caught.

He trusted her and that meant following her instincts in the freezing darkness. They finally came to a sealed grate and the sound of the ocean crashing destructively told Sam all he needed to know, they were going out by water.

He helped Avery pry the grate away and the howling wind rushed in making it even colder if that was possible. "We jump down!" Avery said over the noise of the storm.

Steve looked down at the irate foaming sea below, "Do we come out alive after that?"

If it had been any other moment Sam would have laughed but they could faintly hear more guards coming. They didn't have the time.

Avery smirked, climbed into the grate, and out the other side and jumped into the darkness. Sam and Steve both stuck their heads out and looked down. Avery was standing on something knee-deep in the water waving them down frantically.

"Well, I'll be darned," Steve muttered Brooklyn accent coming through as they pulled back in.

"You first," Sam said to Bucky who was pale as a sheet but nodded.

"Next time can we not involve jumping or cold and certainly not together?" He muttered, climbing out of the grate.

He vanished into the darkness and then Steve scrambled through. Sam grabbed the grate and pulled it with him as he climbed out quickly securing it so it would take longer to find them he then turned to the mad body of water below.

He could faintly see three people down there but not well. He didn't know what he was aiming for and the sea seemed to be demanding it be fed but he did know from the banging behind him if he didn't jump now he never would.

So with a quick desperate prayer, Sam pushed off from the slick rock and jumped into the ocean below.

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