blacknataliawidow:
Steve stared blankly across the room, his browsed furrowed, and his blue eyes glazed over with what could only be tears. But not necessarily of sadness. It was a mixture of anger, of pain, of feelings buried deep inside him. The once he forced back down. Especially the feelings of people he thought he’d never get back. "We joined SHIELD to protect people." He said, his jaw on edge as he spoke. "And that’s what we’ll do. We’re going to find him."
"And do what with him?" Nat stepped away from the window to round on Steve. She didn’t want to see Bucky hurt, but knew that he had been given far too many chances and needed to be stopped again.
"You’re not going to kill him. He’ll find me first, and if he took a glimpse of those bags, then he already knows you’re involved. That’s why he ran."
Steve agreed with Natasha. He would never kill Bucky. Foe or not, he was still once one of his closes companions. He couldn't do it. And he wouldn't. "We track him down. Persuading him to stop is a lost cause; we know for a fact he's hard wired for this task. He won't stop. He's fast, strong." Steve paused for a moment, looking over at Natasha. "He's got a metal arm."
"We take him out, with no killing. We imprison him. Something. Anything." Steve wanted to save people. No one else was getting hurt or dying because he couldn't get past his own feelings to stop his long time friend. But he wasn't about to take away his life.
