"Bucky?? How are you here?!" Steve shouted, frowning. Then, all at once, he realized what was happening. He rolled aside, dodging Bucky's charge, while Peter took to the air again and said, "He's being controlled! Captain, stay away from him!"
"Wake up! Bucky Barnes, you're not Hydra!" Steve swung his arm fiercely and hurled the shield in his hand. The round shield whistled through the air past Bucky's ear, but it missed, merely brushing past his hair.
Stark, flying over the southeastern side of the battlefield, saw this and gave a derisive snort. Then he said to Steve, "Remember what you told me about how you dealt with Hydra? Why have you forgotten all of that now that it's your friend?"
Steve wore an extremely complicated expression, but in the end, he said, "Help me subdue him. We'll discuss everything else later."
Stark snorted coldly. Two missiles locked onto Bucky and flew straight at him, their warheads spiraling through the air with thick smoke trailing behind them. Steve reached out again and shouted, "No! Wait! Don't use missiles! He... you'll kill him!"
"He's a criminal, and he's Hydra. Look at him. He wants to kill you and every one of us! Steve, are you asking me not to go all out against him because you want to watch him kill us?" Stark asked coldly.
"No, of course not..." Steve's arm began to tremble. Pain twisted his expression. Everything had come too suddenly for him.
Although he had learned from the computers at the Hydra base that Bucky had become a Hydra experiment, the experiment he had imagined was a victim who had suffered all kinds of torture, grown incredibly weak, and been sealed away somewhere—not the strong, dagger-wielding Hydra Killer before him, who could even leap into the air to