The Price We Pay for Family - 3

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Bucky somehow slept on the plane. Years of discipline were the only things that outweighed the anxiety and fear rolling in his chest and let him sleep. It was a good thing he did cause the instant they touched down, they were being whisked into cars and inundated with information from every side. The drive from the airport to Sarah's front porch was a blur, but the instant they arrived, the gravity of the situation came crashing in. There were squad cars parked in the yard. The FBI had a whole van parked behind the house. The crime scene techs were swarming too and fro, mixed with the community members coming to support the Wilsons. The instant the car stopped, Sam was out of the car and bolting up the steps. Sarah met him at the door, throwing herself into Sam's embrace. She was crying, and Sam was holding on tight like if he didn't, she'd disappear too. "It's okay. You're okay. I'm here. They'll be okay. I got you." Sam whispered words came to Bucky's hearing. Sarah just sobbed harder and buried her head in the crook of Sam's neck. Torres looked uncomfortable with the sobbing women but was taking it in stride. Bucky could see why Sam liked the kid. Bucky came up the steps and put a hand on Sam's shoulder, "I'll set up." Sam nodded as Bucky moved past him. At the last second, Sarah grabbed Bucky's hand, making him stop. "Thank you," Sarah whispered, still latched into Sam but looking at Bucky with gratitude and other emotions he didn't have time to unpack. Bucky nodded slightly, looking at both Wilsons, "Always." Sarah smiled at him before letting go of him as she broke down again. Bucky moved on into the house as Sam stayed with Sarah. The living room was swarming with authorities, but Carlos was who Bucky went to. "What's going on?" Bucky asked in greeting, coming up beside the man. Carlos jumped a little but didn't say a thing about it, "They tapped all the phones, and the head of PD and FBI task forces are outside arguing jurisdiction. Your Washington guy stepped on a lot of toes." "That's nothing new. Is that where they're hooked in?" Bucky nodded to the computer and line splicer on the dining table hooked to the phones. "Yep. PD put it in, and then FBI added the tracker and some other stuff." Carlos nodded. "Okay, tell me if the two heads are coming in." Bucky dropped his bag on the couch and dove into the fray. He popped vibranium discs on the phone's inputs and the fancy tracking equipment. Then he put one on the physical input to the landline. He wound his way back to Carlos, "They still yapping?" "Yep, your black Fed jumped in too." "Good. He'll keep them busy." "The kid grabbed your bag. Went upstairs." "Got it. I'll be right back." Bucky slipped through the crowd and went upstairs. Sam met him in the hall, "You get it?" "Yep. All the inputs are ours. You?" "I got Sarah's phone and mine ready to go. Rhodes is getting into the FBI van, and Torres already made a pass through the PD's set up." "Okay. Are you okay?" Bucky took a moment to ask. Sam's face was grim, "I will be when this is all over." Bucky nodded in agreement and stepped into the master bedroom. Sarah sat on the bed curled up with a blanket watching Torres set up equipment similar to the stuff downstairs, except it was Wakandan, "All setup. We own the feeds; Rhodes got in." "Good. Ground rules, only Sam answers the phone. Proof of life before anything else. If there is none, we hang up. Keep them talking for the trace, stay calm, and for the love of everything good, don't make them mad. Go for more time in everything you do. The more, the better." Bucky looked between Sarah and Sam as he talked, "We're gonna get them back." Sarah nodded, "Okay." "Torres, you're with me." Bucky turned towards the door and tossed Sam his phone, "Keep it on." "Where we going?" Torres asked, jogging down the steps after Bucky. "Hunting," Bucky said ominously, stomping down the last few steps. Carlos met him at the bottom, "They're back. Your Fed won whatever fight it was. The PD is pulling out for statements and a search grid. The FBI still has control of the phones, unfortunately. Your guy did get control of the fancy van, though." "Thanks, Carlos. Can you help with the nerves?" Bucky asked, nodding to the growing crowd of neighbors. Carlos nodded, heading off to do so. "What now?" Torres asked, standing on the last step. "Now we get answers." Bucky turned towards the crowded room and expected Torres to follow. While before, he was forgettable and quiet, now he was intimidating and loud. He stormed across the room as it parted for him like the Red Sea. He went straight for the FBI head, "Are you in charge?" The man looked slightly intimidated by the ex-assassin but impressively held it together, "Yes. Agent Brown, Sir." "Do you have the crime scene locked down?" Bucky's voice took on an almost harsh edge. Agent Brown gulped, "Yes." "Show me."


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