Hey guys, I hope I haven't disappointed you all in the long wait, but I've recently started a new job so that's been hectic and I've been on holiday for the last two weeks.
Sorry for any mistakes found, but I do hope that you all enjoy this.
Thanking you all, Comet96 xx
"Ba, bah bah, ba dah dah, bah bah bah, dah dah." I glanced at Bucky as he stood stiffly in the elevator and turned back to face the closed door. "Bah, bah bah bah, dah dah dah, da da da."
"Why in the hell does Hydra have elevator music playing?" I asked, finally having enough of the stupid music. "It's like going to a funeral and someone playing Happy Birthday. Who thought it would be a good idea for an evil killing cooperation to have uplifting elevator music?" I glanced at Bucky, who was staring at me, his icy eyes penetrating through me as if he could catch a glimpse into my mind. "Do you even like this music?" He turned to face me, his hair brushing his cheekbones as he looked down at me, his eyes once again roaming over my figure. "You should make a complaint. Wait, you can't, there's no one left for you to complain to. Perhaps I'll get Frankie to hack into their system and stop this awful music." Bucky shifted towards me making me take a step back as his towering form loomed above me. He took another step towards me, and another until my back hit the metal wall of the elevator and he placed his arms on either side of my head.
"Stop," he said, leaning his head down until his eyes were level with mine. His hair brushed against my face as he dipped his lips down by my ear. "You need to stop." He pulled back, his nose brushing against my cheekbone as he moved. "You're distracting."
I slowly nodded my head, my eyes wide and my cheeks burning in shock. What had he just done? Why had he gotten so close to me? I thought he was all half-Bucky half-Winter Solider mode right now, or at least 72% the Winter Soldier. Basically, I thought he was more killer robot than man-out-of-time.
"Oh, right," I said lamely, still flustered by how close he came. He glanced at me once again before taking a step forward just as the door opened and he stepped out.
"Come on, stick close," he ordered, his hand resting on my elbow as he helped me out of the elevator. It's not like I couldn't get out all by myself. It wasn't like I was a big girl or anything. "You're speaking out loud."
"Really?" I asked, my voice flattening at his implication. Did I really speak out loud?
"Yes, really. Now shut up and get behind me."
"You're so bossy," I grumbled, moving behind him and pulling out my taser-gun in case I needed it.
We slowly turned around a few corners until we came to an open vault door where two men stood arguing. They looked like scientists to me, their long white coats hinting at their profession. To be honest, I was finding it hard to understand why anyone would want to work with or for Hydra.
Bucky paused as we came closer to the vault and I realized that this must have been where he was kept sometimes during his cooling down periods. Peeking into the vault I could see all kinds of strange things and I was sure that funky looking chair wasn't comfortable.
"Hi," I said lamely as we approached them. Bucky snapped his head to me, sending me a murderous glare – it didn't really do much, once you've received the death glare form Pepper, no one scares you. "What?" I grunted, not liking the look he was giving me. Shouldn't he be focused on those two?
"Oh, shit," one of the men said as they both moved further into the vault and away from us. Hell, they were moving away from Bucky. I must have looked like a freaking angel to them compared to him.
Bucky lowered his gun and shot forward grabbing hold of the taller of the two and pinned him against the wall.
"Where did everyone go?" he growled, his metal arm tightening around the man's throat. The man coughed, his hands reaching up to try and loosen Bucky's grip. "Tell me where they are!"
"Bucky, I don't think he's able to answer you with your hand wrapped around his throat," I muttered, coming forward and resting my hand on his metal arm. I was stood close to the scientist now and from the look Bucky was shooting me, I knew he didn't like it. "Let him go."
Bucky's smooth fingers released the man and quickly pulled me back to his side before turning to face the two scientists.
"What did they do to me?" he asked them, his eyes flicking between them and the computers.
Okay. That wasn't the question I had been expecting.
The smaller of the two started mumbling about something, his words muffled by the shaking of his voice. I knew it was getting on Bucky's nerves by the way his shoulders tensed, and he took the smallest step forward.
"Have you killed anyone?" I asked, taking control over the situation before Bucky intervened. I did not need to see two more people die today.
"Wh-what?" the man stuttered, his eyes staying focused on Bucky as he answered my question.
"What did you do for Hydra? Have you killed for them?" I repeated, stepping closer to him and covering Bucky slightly with my body. There was no way I was hiding Bucky, but hopefully, I could lock the man's attention on me.
"No, no. We stayed inside the lab logging data. We've never actually worked on the Asset or anyone else," he said quickly, his eyes flashing to me for a brief second before shooting back to Bucky.
"I'm still going to kill you," Bucky hissed, raising his arm and no doubt his gun.
"Okay," I muttered, raising my stun gun and shooting them both before Bucky could have a chance. He immediately turned to me, his gun slightly raised and a pissed off look on his face.
"Why did you do that?"
"I didn't see the need in killing them off they didn't hurt anyone," I muttered, sliding my gun into the back of my jeans before walking over to one of the many computers.
"We needed them awake to get answers," he argued, following me over to the computer where Frankie was already hacking away at the information.
I turned to him, my arms crossed as I leaned back on my heel and gave him an unimpressed look, my eyebrows raised.
"If I'm not mistaken, you had your gun out to shot them. And unlike my gun, yours would have left a hole in their head." He did deny it, but he also didn't lower his gun. "How would that have gotten us answers any better than me knocking them out?" I asked reaching p and pushing his hand down. I felt slightly better now that he didn't have his gun pointed at me.
"I should have left you in the car," he grumbled, moving away from me and looking around the room.
"Yeah, and we both know I would have left to find Steve as soon as you entered the building," I shot back turning to the computer and pulling up a file that looked particularly interesting.
I heard Bucky making some noise behind me and glance at him to see him grabbing a green duffle bag from one of the tables and started filling it with the medical supplies scattered around the room. At least one of use seemed prepared to become a fugitive on the run.
"Bucky," I called to him, keeping my eyes on the map in front of me. If I was right in my assumption, then this was a map indicating all the Hydra bases around the world. "Are you going to start hunting Hydra down?" I asked already knowing that was what he was planning to do.
"Why?" he questioned making me jump as his voice sounded right next to my ear. I didn't even hear him sneak up on me. "What's that?"
"It's our lead for your new mission."
If I thought that one day I would be sitting in a car with a mass murdering arguing about where was safe to buy a few supplies, then I would have checked into a mental institute within minutes.
"You're not listening to me," Bucky growled, his right hand resting on my left arm as I went to leave the car. "We can't go in there."
"I swear you were a dog in a past life," I grumbled, turning to face him giving him a pointed look to remove his hand. He didn't. "All you do is growl at me." I think he thought his non-stop stare was intimidating. "Look, I already told you that Frankie has control of all of the cameras. No one is going to see us."
"This isn't a good idea."
"Okay, if you don't think it's a good idea, then you can stay in the car while I go get us some new clothes, but I swear to God, Bucky, if you don't let me buy new underwear I will shot you in the arse," I hissed yanking my arm from his hand and stomping out of the car, slamming the door behind me.
Running my fingers through my hair, I straightened my shoulder and headed into the busy mall. It was a big place I was convinced we were far enough away from DC to be noticed.
"You're a pain in my arse already," Bucky growled, his shoulder brushing against mine as he followed me further into the mall. There he goes growling again.
Looking around at some of the people in the mall, I could see the looks they were giving Bucky. He stood out because he looked cold. He stood out because he made himself different from everyone else and it had nothing to do with his arm.
I quickly took his right hand in mine as we walked into a unisex store, ignoring the look he shot me as I smiled sweetly at the lady that greeted us.
"What are you doing?" he mumbled close to my ear as he bent down. I glanced up at him, raising my right hand and tucking his long hair behind his ear, slightly impressed that he didn't move away from my touch.
"We're meant to be blending in. You stand out too much so I'm trying to make you blend in," I replied, shifting through a rack of shirts with one hand while I kept his hand in mine.
"And holding my hand is meant to help with that?"
"A husband generally holds his wife's hand when they go out together," I said, holding up a light blue shirt and decided I liked it.
"Husband?" he asked, his voice staying the same tone as before, but I could sense his discomfort in the way his hand twitched.
"It's just our alias, Bucky. A face for everyone around us. They're looking for a single man and woman, not a married couple." It wasn't rocket science, and I was sure he knew what an alias was. How many people had he pretended to be, so he could kill someone?
"Okay." His tone was stern, and I was afraid he'd gone back to The Winter Soldier again. Had I really cause him to revert to the killing machine?
Glancing up at him I could see that he was looking around the store, his eyes settling on everyone that entered and milled about. He was tense next to me and I knew his left hand was hovering by his gun.
"Bucky, why don't you go look for some new clothes?" I suggested, glancing at the awful outfit he'd changed into at the Hydra vault.
With a nod, he pulled his hand from mine and wandered over to the men's section.
I was trying to decide between a loose tank top and a button up shirt when a shadow cast over me from behind. Thinking it was Bucky, I spun around holding up the white shirts to ask for his opinion.
"What one?" I asked, blinking furiously when I realized it wasn't him, but rather a blond man that looked to be in his thirties.
"I would say the button up, I can just imagine you slowly unbuttoning it and revealing sexy red lingerie," he said, leaning on the clothes rail behind me as he leaned down, a smirk on his face.
"Umm," I muttered pathetically, trying to find something to say. I wasn't unaccustomed to men hitting on me, but I wasn't really expecting it today.
I was only prepared to be a fugitive shopping for supplies.
"Now, now, babe, no need to get all flustered over me. We can slip into the changing rooms and have a quick one if it suits you better," he suggested, and I flinched in repulsion.
"It doesn't suit her," Bucky said, his voice hard and edgy as he towered over the blond man trying to hit on me.
Blondie rolled his eyes and turned to face Bucky, his eyes widening in fear as they settled on him. there was a great difference in their height, with Blondie only reaching Bucky's shoulders.
"And who are you?" Blondie asked, puffing out his chest as he spoke. No matter how hard he tried, his fear of Bucky was obvious in the shaking of his voice.
"Her husband," Bucky replied, reaching over and slipping his arm behind my back, his metal hand settling on my hip as he tugged me into his chest. "Beat it, punk."
Blondie ran off. Like, literally ran off as Bucky glared him out of the store.
"Did you just call him Punk?" I asked, flustered by how much Bucky reminded me of Steve in that moment?"
"Yeah?" He sounded so unsure of himself, almost like he was afraid he'd done something wrong.
"You sounded like Steve for a minute there." Glancing down at the shirts in my hands, I decided to buy both and added them to the pile I had made by my feet. "Come on, let's buy our stuff."
Thank you for reading xx Comet96 xx