Imagine that Bucky returns to the states from Wakanda and willingly turns himself in to the government.
You work for a private sector that deals with files on known individuals with inhuman abilities. Having experience in field work, paired with your psych degree, you've been contacted to negotiate a deal with the former Winter Soldier.
When you arrive and are escorted into the heavily guarded underground compound, you see a brunette haired man confined in a thick, bulletproof glass cell, strapped to the seat under metal restraints.
You pull up a chair to take a seat across from him and notice that he looks shut down.
“Mr. Barnes, I want to offer you a deal. I come from a sector of the government that knows about individuals like yourself.”
Bucky doesn't seem to show the slightest interest regarding your statement.
“I know your skills and strength can become an asset. If you work with us, we are ready to overlook what's happened over the past few years. Especially since you've come here of your own accord.”
He closes his eyes, further distancing himself from you and the conversation that he clearly didn't give two cents about.
You look down at the paper and pen you brought to take notes on, but you set them down aside on the cold floor.
It's coming up on nearly an hour since you've sat down, and the interaction had gone nowhere.
“I don't know what's going through your head at the moment…but if you don't say anything, I can't help you.”
“I will not cut a deal.” He finally replies, his voice low and groggy from the extended period of silence. “I'm here to serve my time and shed my fugitive title.”
You knew his story, having read up on all the case files. And it was tragic, what had happened to him. You couldn't blame him for not wanting to get reintegrated with a organization that probably sounded a lot like Shield. But…this wasn’t Shield, or Hydra.
And you trusted your sector to not do him wrong like they had. Because it’d be his choice this time.
“James- we can get you out of here, as a nonfugitive.”
He looks into your eyes for the very first time.
“And that comes with a price. I'm done fighting, I won't do that anymore. Just leave, please.”