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A/N: Well hello there! I'm back with another chapter! Sorry I updated a bit late today, I just have a lot of homework right now!
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Well shit.
I mentally cursed. I knew Kingpin was this weird business guy , but the fact that he was HYDRA didn't clear his name. I shook my left hand, a vibranium spike elegantly flowing into my grip.
Steve just nervously glanced at it before facing me again. "You ready to get these guys?"
I nodded. "I have to get to the 5th," I breathed slowly. "Can you cover me for the stairs?"
Steve hesitated again, giving me a strange look of confusion, before nodding and readying his shield on his forearm.
"Go for it," he mumbled, just so I can hear.
I shook my head, then barged out, making a shield to deflect any bullets. Then, I made a beeline for the stairs, knowing full well they'll most likely disable the elevators.
My heels clicked on the stairs as I kept stepping up, going two steps to increase my distance between the shooters.
Finally, I got to the first level, and everyone was down. Good job Bucky. I was tempted to say it into my headset, but I knew that it would sound awkward.
Stepping past the strewn bodies, I continued up the next flight of stairs.
Just two more now.
Finally, I made it to the fifth level, my serum luckily giving me the freedom of not being out of breath. Then, I noticed movement in my peripheral, and I turned, embedding a dagger straight into a scientist.
I released my breath as I tensed, now carefully stepping to check any stray agents around. Confirming that there were none, I flicked out my flash drive and dove onto one of the systems.
My fingers flittered across the keyboard, easily disabling the weak firewall. These HYDRA guys really don't change, do they?
But when I heard a shrill voice say "Stop" behind me, my heart sort of leaped into an alternate dimension.
I take it back.
Slowly and carefully, I turned to face whoever was talking to me. I turned to see a large, muscular man in front of me, gun trained straight at my head. Judging with the easiness his hands were gripping the gun with, he wouldn't miss.
"Getting frazzled, princess?" He asked, and I could already hear the strong Russian accent in his voice. I rolled my eyes in clear annoyance.
It only earned an amused, dark chuckle. Almost like... ugh, never mind.
"Stop typing right now. Hands behind your head."
I smirked, and I could see him tense. "What? It's not like you're not gonna kill me anyway."
He seemed rather surprised at my quick reply, which added on with me snarking,"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
Although I couldn't see his face, I knew that he was getting angry.
"No," he replied sharply. "Now gimme that flash drive."
He cocked the barrel of his gun to the screen, and I felt my shoulders tense lightly.
"Never."
"What're you gonna do, princess? You don't have backup, and unless you have an invisible forcefield, you're basically dead. I hope you let your buddies know what flowers you want for your funeral."
My mind clicked and I had to restrain myself from grinning. Wasn't much to handle, though, because then, he shot at me, and I dodged the shot, the computer screen fizzing down as the bullet collided with the screen.
Well, there goes the intel. Another room?
He gave a feral growl, and I slipped into the shadows, hoping he wouldn't find me. Then, I silently stalked behind him, and within seconds, his bulky neck was sitting at a wrong angle and his corpse lay on the floor.
Whoopsie.
Fishing the USB out of the broken device, I snuck into another room, hoping no other asshole would get to me. Then, I finally finished downloading all that stupid intel, but not before I heard a scream which was unholy.
I flinched so hard, that I dropped the USB and fumbled with it twice.
Bucky!
I was down the stairs, running like a maniac.
This was not happening again. Not again. Not again.
Finally finding my way down to the third floor, where the ungodly noise came from, I saw that three - no, five guards - were holding Bucky in a headlock. His right arm seemed to be jarred, and I cursed. That idiot wasn't even supposed to be in the building, yet here he was!
Ignoring that argument for another time, I shot two of the guards which weren't holding Bucky. The guards which had held Bucky before noticed me, and before I knew it, I was getting surrounded by an armada of blockheads.
Damn it.
Bucky, who was getting to his feet behind me, shot me a horrified look. I shook it off, but one of them threw a cuff, which caught on my left wrist.
Shit!
I had seen those before. They temporarily disabled my powers. Well, I guess I'll use hand-to-hand then.
With a crazed growl, I slipped into the barbaric crowd, beginning to kick each down. They were no match for my eloquent training, so I couldn't blame the crappy way they fought. But I wouldn't let that get to my head. Instead, I focused on taking out as many of the guards with my hands, hoping no one had a laser to cut off a vibranium arm. Or any arm, in that case.
Suddenly, I noticed someone pulling a gun and aiming it at... well, no. It wasn't aimed at me. While I'm strong, these goons clearly think I'm about as useful as the 'g' in 'lasagna'. Either way, it was aimed at Bucky, and he wasn't ready for it.
The other guards seemed to have gotten the message of shooting and some pulled out their own guns. The guards ceased fighting and I had to mentally congratulate them on the eloquent way they worked with each other without communication. Huh.
As I was only a few feet away from him, I knew I only had one option.
And yeah, it'll make me sound cliche, but that's okay. I'll save someone I think I... love. Oh my god, I love him? Do I? I think so. Oh, well that explains a lot. Well, actually, I should've thought of it sooner. I guess I was in denial. Either way, yippee doo, I'm saving the guy I love the most.
So I jumped at the hail of gunfire towards Bucky.
Well, wow. That was fun.
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