Bucky jumped from the building swiftly. The Black Panther remained close behind him.
He landed on the sidewalk and bolted, running as quick as his legs would take him. The Black Panther was still, much to his annoyance, following him.
God, this man in fast.
Steve dropped onto the sidewalk, using his shield to absorb most of the force from the impact. He chased after both men. He was unsure who the man in the costume was, but he would make sure he found out. Whoever it was, clearly wanted to kill his friend. Sure, Bucky likely didn't remember everything, but he could tell he was lying in the apartments.
A helicopter followed above them, 2 men sat at the side, guns aimed. They fired, and Steve managed to make out Bucky's figure jumping into a large opening, down onto a highway.
The Black Panther followed quickly behind. He shot forward with determination to kill the man who had murdered his father.
He kept his eyes locked on his target, even as officers raced up in vehicles behind them. If he let his father's murderer get away, he could never forgive himself. He'd have failed Wakanda.
Steve was only a few feet behind him. He continued to run, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him. If Bucky got away again, he didn't know what he would do with himself.
Someone spoke through a speaker of one of the vehicles behind him. "Stand down!" He ignored them and kept running, even after the same words were repeated and the officer made to swerve in front of him.
He turned and jumped onto the hood of the car, nearly shattering the glass, but it held.
The driver slammed on the breaks, but Steve managed to keep a firm hold.
He rolled off, went over to the driver's side door, opened it and then threw out the driver. Once doing so, he jumped in and kicked out the already broken glass before closing the door and slamming his foot onto the gas pedal.
As he chased Bucky, a sudden thump was heard on the back of the vehicle.
Crap..
The Black Panther had a firm hold of the SUV. He used it to his advantage to get closer to his target more efficiently.
Steve swerved the car, but the Black Panther still hung tight. The man seemed determined not to let go. He grunted in frustration.
"Sam, I can't shake this guy," Steve spoke into the com.
"Right behind you," His friend responded.
A few moments later, Steve noticed Bucky throw himself onto a motorcycle and drive off. He had to admit, he was pretty impressed.
With the Black Panther still on the back of the vehicle, Steve continued to swerve through the road in order to keep view of his friend.
They entered the tunnel, and Steve could spot Bucky a few feet ahead. The Black Panther suddenly ran across the top of the car and jumped, but Bucky threw out his flesh arm and grabbed the man by the neck.
The man suddenly used the top of the tunnel to flip himself over, along with the motorcycle coming dangerously close to tipping. But Bucky's metal hand dug into the road, sparks erupting as he drove sideways down the side of the road.
He used his foot to kick the Black Panther off and straightened out the motorcycle.
Steve watched the whole thing go down and was now extremely impressed and relieved at the same time.
The Black Panther jumped and grabbed a hold of Sam's wings, using him as yet another way to get closer to Bucky. Sam kicked at the man, trying desperately to get him off, but his grip was tight and soon the Black Panther had managed to crawl onto his back.
Steve noticed Bucky throw some sort of bomb onto the top of the tunnel. It exploded with a loud bang and debris fell and blocked most of the road. It was at this moment that Sam had threw the Black Panther off him, but he blew through the rubble after Bucky, blowing the tire and causing both of them to fall and roll across the ground.
Steve jumped out of the SUV just as it flipped over and ran toward them. He grabbed the Black Panther and threw him to the ground before getting up himself to stand beside Bucky, arm stretched protectively in front of him.
The sound of sirens approaching got closer. He heard the men shouting in German and then heard a quick gunshot. He winced as it made contact with his shoulder and he instantly spun to face the man who had done it. His eyes narrowed and he looked like he was about to throw his shield toward him before turning back to face the man in front of him, barely noticing how Bucky's gaze was directed at Steve's now-bloodied shoulder.
Rhodey landed in front of them. "Stand down, now!"
It was a few moments of silence as Steve raised his hands into the air before Rhodey spoke again. "Congratulations Cap, you're a criminal."
Steve watched painfully as Bucky was shoved to the ground. Men came behind to cuff Steve before he took a single step forward and 2 bullets were fired. Both struck him in the stomach and the leg and sent him to the ground with a surprised yelp.
"Steve!" Rhodey shouted, then aimed the repulsors at the other men. "Hey, stand down! Stand DOWN!"
The men obeyed and backed away as he rushed over to Steve. The helmet of the suit came off. "I'm calling a medic," He growled.
Bucky blinked and looked over, eyes lowering to the blood that was slowly forming a puddle under Steve's shaking form. He swallowed and crawled over. "S-Steve?" His flesh hand slowly reached out and he turned Steve onto his back.
The man's eyes were glassy and unfocused, but the managed to land on Bucky's face. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Don't talk.." Bucky rested his metal arm on Steve's chest.
The Black Panther, who was revealed to be T'Challa after taking off his mask, stood back and simply watched, a bit of worry etched onto his features.
Steve grimaced, then coughed. He took in a heaving breath, which shook his body. "Ouch..that hurt.."
Bucky blinked, then stared at him. "Of course that would hurt, you idiot. Did you think bullets were made out of marshmallows?"
Steve didn't have the strength to laugh, so he only let a small smirk appear on his tired face.
Rhodey finished with the medics and knelt down beside them, clearly not mind that Bucky was there. "Medics are on their way."
Steve nodded, head resting back as he closed his eyes. The cool metal he felt on his chest disappeared, and soon he felt a warm hand around his wrist. His eyes slowly opened to only a small sliver, but enough to see that Bucky was using his flesh hand now, instead of his metal. He closed his eyes again and sighed. "Thanks, Buckā¦" He breathed.
The man simply nodded as he watched Rhodey step out of the suit, kneel down, and put pressure on the bleeding wound on Steve's stomach. It was much more severe than the one on his leg, which would be dealt with later.
It earned a pained moan from Steve. Bucky's heart clenched as he watched Steve shift slightly, likely from the pain.
"Sorry man," Rhodey breathed. "It's for the best."
Steve groaned again and his head rolled to the side. Bucky hesitated for a moment, clearly remembering the events on the helicarrier, before he gently moved his metal hand to the side of Steve's face.
The man didn't open his eyes, but a small, relaxed smile graced his features and Bucky could feel the tension in him recede.
Rhodey watched the exchange with a small smile on his face as well. Faint sirens could be heard in the background, growing steadily louder as they grew closer.
By now, Sam and T'Challa had already been taken into custody, and the remaining German officers had broken up and left, leaving only a small amount now.
Bucky's flesh hand was gripping Steve's right wrist, while his metal arm was stretched across and gently laid against the left side of Steve's face.
Upon seeing the ambulance that awaited them, Bucky slipped his arm under Steve's legs and another just under his neck. He lifted him up into a bridle-style carry, holding him against his chest and not caring about the blood getting on his clothing.
Rhodey seemed a bit hesitant, but didn't say anything as Bucky walked with Steve over to the ambulance and helped lay Steve down himself.
After that, he stood back as the doors closed and the ambulance drove off, sirens blaring until they faded away into the distance.
He turned back to Rhodey and then nodded.
The man smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to visit him."
