Chapter three – mission report
I am re-uploading this chapter because the layout somehow messed up and I'd made it difficult to read. Sorry about that.
Warning. Violence and small amount of bad language ahead.
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Lucky sat on her large sofa sipping on a cup of coffee thinking about the day she'd had. She had managed to get a new front door she skipped on the additional locks she was offered, they wouldn't stop him getting in again, he is superhuman. She sighed and grabbed her phone, she unlocked it and noticed she had one unread message.
Don't keep us waiting, you know what happens when you keep me waiting.
She swallowed hard and let the phone slide out of her hand. She had a goal but unfortunately no plan to go with it, and this mornings drama threw her off her game she knew she couldn't let that happen again.
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Bucky entered his apartment slamming the door behind him. He had just finished an intense session with his therapist and was feeling low, he couldn't stop feeling guilt and it was beginning to wear him down. He sighed and threw his keys onto the kitchen side "How was therapy?" a voice asked from the living room causing Bucky to jump and grab his gun from inside his belt and pointing it in the direction of the voice. "Don't shoot" Sam said with a smile playing on his lips as he raised his hands above his head.
Wide eyed and confused Bucky shoved his gun back into his belt and pulled his shirt back over it. "Why are you in my apartment I almost shot you" Bucky snapped as he walked into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water.
Sam sat up on the sofa properly and rested one arm on the back of it looking over at his friend."You have a good couch, I was taking a nap. Do you always slam the door like that or did Dr doom say something you don't like?" He asked in a casual tone.
After downing his drink he placed the glass back on the side and began to walk over to Sam. "Don't call her that have some respect" He mumbled as he sat down on the chair across from Sam. He pulled his gloves off and threw them on the coffee table in front of him, catching a gimps of his shiny hand before shoving it in his pocket.
"I respect anyone that has to listen to your problems man" Sam laughed to himself. There was a moment of silence, Bucky was staring into space deep in thought as usual, Sam rolled his eyes. "You're neighbour got her door fixed" Sam mumbled snapping Bucky back to reality.
"I noticed" He mumbled. shifting awkwardly in his seat at the mention of his neighbour.
Sam smiled and shook his head. He sat forward in his seat resting his elbows on his knees his chin in his hands. "I've been thinking maybe you should go speak to her" He said causing Bucky to stare at him.
"What?" He asked in a horrified voice that Sam couldn't help but think was over dramatic.
"Like apologise" He said in a casual tone.
Bucky shook his head quickly at the idea. "I apologised last night she was terrified Sam. She screamed for me to get away from her I don't think she wants me to go and apologise" Bucky snapped.
Sam raised his hands in defeat and sat back in the sofa. "Get her some flowers?" He suggested earning a small snarl from Bucky. "Sorry I nearly killed you here are some flowers" Sam mocked in a low deep voice. Bucky glared at him with a dead expression on his face.
"No" he warned.
"Okay... so what happens when you bump into her in the hall?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow at Bucky who just shrugged.
"I won't" He mumbled. He took his hand out of his pocket and crossed his arms, he didn't need this. Therapy was hard enough he didn't need to come home and be asked twenty questions by Sam who broke into his apartment in the first place.
"You live across the hall from each other man, come on you're stupid but not that stupid" Sam told him with a cheeky smile.
"I'm lucky she didn't call the cops or-"
"You're not going back man" Sam's tone was serious and not one Bucky heard often when they spoke out of a mission, Sam was usually so casual and sarcastic but when it came to Bucky and the government or his past he became a different person, Bucky couldn't help but feel slight comfort in his soul knowing Sam was there for him. "I mean it, I won't let it happen" Sam told him honestly.
Bucky swallowed hard and his eye met Sam's "Maybe it's for the best I get locked up" Bucky said quietly. Sam jumped up and groaned almost like he was annoyed.
"Bucky stop beating yourself up. Okay what happened was a shit storm and a big mistake yes but you can not lock yourself away every time something bad happens. You are trying to be better, I see it, everyone sees it" He paced the room as he spoke.
"Evidentially not trying hard enough" Bucky mumbled still feeling sorry for himself. "You should of seen her face" He whispered, just like that he could see her face as she was pinned to the wall pleading with him to get off her.
Sam marched up to him and kicked his foot. "Go talk to her" He ordered.
Bucky stood up and almost retaliated to the kick but instead gritted his teeth, Sam smiled. "She knows who I am" He confessed. "Even you can't deny it Sam the winter soldier will always be a reason to fear me" he continued his voice now low.
Sam placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder "She knows who you used to be. You're not him any more" he said patting it before letting it slip away.
Bucky nodded and a the tiniest smile showed on his face. "Thanks" He whispered.
Sam laughed and took a few steps back "I only accept cash for my sessions" He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Bucky actually smiled at him and pointed to the door. "Get out of my apartment" He ordered still wearing a small smile, it wasn't much but it was enough to make Sam feel better about leaving him.
Sam rolled his eyes and began to walk over to the door. "Okay any ways man go talk to her maybe smile, compliment here that kind of thing" He carried on as he grabbed the door handle and yanked the door open.
"Out" Bucky yelled as he dropped back in to his seat. He heard Sam laugh as he closed the door and smiled to himself for a few seconds, until he realised he was on his own again then the smile dropped and the loneliness and guilt came flooding back.
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Sam laughed as he closed the door behind him, when he turned to walk he noticed a small woman with the biggest bunch of keys in her hand trying to get into her apartment with no luck. Sam smiled knowing exactly who she was from Bucky's description. Still smiling he sauntered over to her.
"Hi" Sam called out with a smile on her face.
She turned and looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow at the man she had never met before. "Hi" She said politely as she searched for the key in a mess of other keys.
"You're Lucky" Sam observed making her stop for a second and look back up toward him.
"You have me at a disadvantage I don't know who you are" She said in a slow voice staring at the man trying to decide if he was a threat or not.
Sam's eyes widened at the realisation of how creepy that was and held his hand out for her to shake "Sam Wilson" He introduced with a big smile on her face, she smiled back and grabbed his hand shaking it.
"Nice to meet you Sam Wilson, you live here?" She asked.
He nodded. "Tenth floor" He told her she smiled and nodded and looked down at her keys, finally she found the right one. "I was just visiting a buddy of mine" He added as she shoved a key into the lock on her door.
She looked up and Sam gestured toward Bucky's apartment. She cocked her head at Sam "The man who lives there?" She asked in a quiet voice, he voice had an element of fear in it Sam sympathised with straight away.
"Yeah, listen I heard about what happened last night and I just want to say I'm sorry, Bucky was out of order. He is in there beating himself up and feels awful if that makes you feel any better" Sam told her in a hopeful voice, she pouted and crossed her arms over her body.
"Not really" She mumbled.
"No I mean he is really down, like picture the most broody, devastated pathetic mess you have ever seen and times it by like fifty maybe" Sam told her adding a smile when he had done talking, she smirked a little.
"You speak so nicely of your friend" She said in a lighter tone clearly feeling more comfortable around him.
Sam laughed and nodded "He has been through hell and I'm sorry that he hurt you, but you have my word he will never do that again" Sam said placing his hand over his heart, and he meant it.
She was silent for a minute but nodded at Sam's words, her eyes flicked back towards the apartment that Bucky was currently in. She nodded her head in that direction and looked back at Sam "What about his word?" She asked in a more confident tone than she had used before.
"Bucky... Bucky is strange" he began causing her to laugh. "He is a good man he-" Before Sam could finish she cut him off.
"Is the winter soldier" She said bluntly.
He raised on finger at her as if to say 'wait'. "Was the winter soldier. He is just Bucky Barnes now, he has a lot of trauma and last night you spooked him, it wasn't your fault and it's no excuse" Sam continued."I just really don't want you to be scared of him or feel unsafe because your not" He told her. Sam was surprised she had even stood here long enough to hear him out, maybe Bucky had a point and she was... nice.
"Thanks Sam" She said in a smile as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Sam smiled and began to take some steps back giving her space. "And anything you need I am only downstairs apartment 60" He told him with a smile.
She smiled at the generous offer of help from the man she had just met. "Thank you" She nodded towards him.
Sam smiled and turned around walking towards the stairs. "Anytime, nice to meet you tiny" He called out.
Her mouth dropped open and she laughed at the over confident man she had just met. "It's Lucky" She called back with a smile on her face.
"I said what I said" she heard Sam shout from the stair, she laughed and shook her head. She walked into her apartment and closed the door. She stood in the empty home for a few minutes thinking about what just happened. Sam seemed nice and he seemed genuine, not like he was trying to trick her, he sounded like a man genuinely concerned for both her and Bucky. She thought about Bucky the scary ex assassin who had he pinned up against the wall of her own home the night before. She bit her lip nervously at the thought of having to see him again but she knew she would eventually have to. With that she turned back around and exited her apartment taking slow steps over to him.
She held her breath as she raised her hand to knock on the door. There wasn't an answer after about twenty seconds so she knocked again thinking he may not of heard her the first time.
Bucky stood on the other side of the door resting his head on it, he heard her coming and watched through the peep hole as she deliberated weather she should knock or not, he could see the nerve in her eyes and she stood awkwardly at the other side of the door.
He hoped she would turn and leave but she didn't she just knocked again. "Bucky … It's Lucky, I just want to talk to you. I know you are in here" She called out from the other side of the door. Bucky frowned and pushed himself away from the door slightly and opened it. He lingered in the gap in the door and looked down at her, she was dressed in a black shirt with a green logo on it and had on tight black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a tiny pony tale and her lips where stained a nude colour, she flashed him a tiny hopeful smile.
He cleared his throat when he realised he was staring. "Do you want to come in?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Okay" She answered quickly. He stepped back and held the door open for her, her shoulder brushed his arm as she walked past leaving a floral smell in her path he thought was quite lovely.
She stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room turning around to look at Bucky. He was dressed in all black, black pants and a black leather jacket. She noticed his metal hand was shoved into his pocket, she wondered did he hide it on purpose. "Please sit" He told her in a soft voice. She nodded and sat down on his sofa. She looked around the room and took it all in, the art, the plants and the fancy furniture. Not the type of apartment you'd think an assassin would be living in she thought to herself.
"Can I start?" Bucky asked as he sat down in the chair that was the furthest away from her. She nodded. "I don't know why you have come here, I wouldn't after what I did. I'm glad you did because I am so sorry" He told her, his eyes where soft as was his voice as he spoke to her. He had a hint of a New York accent, but she already knew why.
"I know" She replied softly. "Bucky I did some reading today about you, about your past and your time as the winter soldier" She admitted not daring to make eye contact with him, she looked down at the floor and shook her head at the story's she knew about him. "It must of been hell, you must of been so scared" She continued. She looked up at him and he was staring right back at her, his soft blue eyes filled with so much raw emotion and unspoken feeling. "I am sorry that I spooked you I just want you to know that's I'm not a threat, I'm not a spy nothing like that. I'm just Lucky a Starbucks barrista who lives down the hall" She told him with a small smile on her face. She needed him to trust her, it was important. "If you ever want to talk about it I'm here" She added.
He swallowed hard and took his hand out of his pocket to run it through his hair, he didn't understand the woman, he didn't know if she was extremely stupid or forgiving, he wasn't complaining though. "Why?" He asked his tone laced with confusion.
She simply smiled and shrugged. "Because everyone needs someone they can talk to. Life can be dark sometimes, you can feel like there is no way out and you're stuck. Sometimes your stuck and no matter how hard you fight you can't get out but then someone comes along and they pull you out" She said with another shrug, he noticed as he words got deeper her smile faded.
"I almost killed you last night" He reminded her, she nodded.
"Are you going to try and kill me again?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him.
"No" He answered quickly.
She nodded and smiled at him again. "Then I forgive you" she said simply.
He shook his head. "I don't deserve your forgiveness" He told her.
"We all deserve forgiveness, especially when our actions aren't truly our own" She all but whispered. She stood up and crossed her arms over her body and looked over to the door, she knew she shouldn't stay much longer she didn't want to overstay her welcome.
Bucky stood slowly and looked at her, there was a good distance between them but he could smell her perfume again, so light and fragrant. He shook his head and tried to think of something to say, he didn't deserve her forgiveness he knew that and nothing he could say would ever seem enough. "I don't know what to say" He bumbled awkwardly running his hand through his hair.
She smiled "You don't have to talk right now. When and if your ever ready you know where I live" She told him softly. He stood and stared as she walked towards the door.
"Lucky" He called out.
She turned and smiled. "Yeah?" she asked.
"What's your last name?" He asked.
She paused for a second as if she was taken aback by the question. "..Jones" she said finally. "Take care Bucky okay" She said softly as she turned to open the door, the lock wouldn't turn she frowned and tried it again, Bucky walked up behind her without thinking and lent over her and pulled the lock with some force managing to move it. Lucky looked to her side and saw the vibranium limb in all it's glory, black and gold, the work looked so intricate and detailed, she wondered where he got it from and who made it.
"Sorry" He he whispered quickly pulling his arm away from her.
She stopped and turned a little "No it's fine.. can um .. can I touch it?" She asked in a quite voice, she looked up at him and he looked shocked but stepped closer to her anyway holding out his arm in front of him. She swallowed and held her hand out and traced her delicate fingers along the limb. It was colder than she had expected she didn't know why she thought it would be warmer but she did. "Wow that's something" She mumbled to herself as she traced along the golden lines. She looked up at him and saw his eyes following her fingers. "Can you feel that?" She asked.
He frowned and shook his head. "It's hard to explain" He told her bluntly she nodded and pulled her hand away from his arm quickly.
"I'm sorry I don't mean to pry" she told him.
"No it's fine, no one actually asks about it so I don't really know how to explain" He told her honestly.
She smiled and nodded. "That's okay. Well I won't take any more of your time Bucky have a nice night and if you need anything just come knock on my door" She reminded him. Just like that she left his apartment. He closed the door behind her slowly and waited until he heard her door close before breathing again.
He stood with his hand against his mouth for a second. Most of the time he was confused that was a given he was an 100 year old man living in 2020. He decided that this was the weirdest and most confusing thing that had happened to him since he came back. Not knowing what else to do but feeling like he needed to talk about it he pulled out his phone and began to write out a message to Sam.
Sam I am very confused - Bucky
Look at you texting! Did she come over? - Sam
How did you know? - Bucky
Bumped into her in the hall and we talked about you! All good I swear ;) - Sam
What did she say about me? - Bucky
Wow texting and gossip what have you become?! can't talk now I'm heading out on another date. Peace – Sam
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Two weeks past and Bucky had been busy, he was still trying to locate the lost children from the Misson with Sam, and when he wasn't doing that he was going to therapy and catching up on his reading.
He had bumped into Lucky a total of five times in the two weeks, he kept count. Every time he saw her he started to feel more comfortable around her. They only said hi and asked each other how they where in passing but it was something that made him feel warm, he found himself hoping as he ran up the stairs she would be on her way out so he could say hi. Something about her brought calm to his chaotic mind. When he was having a bad time he didn't want to call his therapist any more he wanted to knock on her door and take her up on her offer.
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He gasped as he shot up in his bed, his heart was hammering against his chest so much it was actually physically hurting. His forehead dripping with sweat, he blinked tightly and opened his eyes again. "Just a dream" he whispered to himself as he tried to control his breathing, his chest heaving up and down. His blood felt cold in his veins and he was struggling to keep the images out of his vivid dream out of his head.
He dragged the cover off his body and rolled out of his bed walking into his en-suite. He lent over the sink and splashed water over his face before drying it with a towel. He draped the wet towel over his vibranium shoulder and looked at his reflection. He almost recognised the man staring back at him.
He stood wearing nothing but black jogging pants. His eyes dared to look over his body, scars here and there on his torso he couldn't remember if they where from the war or his time as the winter soldier, he assumed the latter. His eyes travelled up his reflection and landed on the shoulder where the towel was hanging, slight scars poked out from the damp towel they where jagged and ruthless, again he didn't know if that was the trains doing or Hydra.
He closed his eyes at the memory of it and took a deep breath to stop himself shedding any tears. When he was ready he opened his eyes again and looked at his face, he had aged but not a lot, the stubble on his chin added a couple of years but he liked it, he remembered when he first joined the army and he was told he had to be clean shaven, he enjoyed any freedom he could take now.
He looked into his eyes they where probably the most different thing about him, he remembered the pictures Steve had shown him that where hanging in a museum for everyone to see, a young Bucky Barnes confident as hell and a charming son of a bitch. Now he saw nothing but sadness staring back at him, the light was gone and he didn't know if he would ever get it back. He grabbed the towel with his free hand and pulled it away exposing his black and gold limb to the mirror. Just like that he saw the winter soldier staring back at him.
He threw the towel on the side and marched back into his bedroom trying to shake the feeling. "That's not me any more, I'm Bucky Barnes" He whispered to himself reminding himself not to loose his head. He perched on the end of his bed and stared down at his curse, he remembered the smile on Lucky s face as she ran her fingers across it, she didn't think it was bad at all even though she knew the damage that could be done with it, he smiled faintly at the memory.
Before he had time to change his mind he grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it over his head, exiting his room barefoot. He jogged down the hall and knocked on Lucky s door loudly, forgetting all about the time.
About 10 seconds later the door opened, Lucky stood dressed in a pair of white shorts and an oversized white t-shirt with 'Sleepy head' written on it. She didn't even have time to greet him before he started talking.
"It feels like when you sit on your hand and you loose the feeling in it, it goes all tingly and you can't feel it when you touch things but you can feel the pressure. Like it is asleep all the time, I feel that I am touching something but I don't know what. Does that make sense?" He asked looking down at her, she stretched and yawned at the same time before nodding.
"Perfect sense" She said in a sleepy voice.
Bucky came to the sudden realisation of what he had done. He saw the clock hanging on the wall in her apartment behind her. "I'm sorry" He said quickly.
She cleared her throat "What for?" she asked stretching again.
"It's 4 in the morning I just figured when I saw you out that night you would already be awake" he rambled again.
She pushed her set of the door frame and walked back into her apartment leaving the door open for him to follow her in. "I had a nightmare that night, coffee?" She asked her voice still raspy from sleeping.
Bucky's eyes softened as he saw her drag a chair over to her counter. "I don't want to keep you, I'll go" He told her, she shook her head and jumped onto it to grab the coffee from the top shelf of her cupboard.
"Sit down" She ordered. Bucky awkwardly closed her door and walked into her living-room only just noticing the fact he had no shoes on. He mentally scolded himself for waking her up for a stupid answer to a question she asked over two weeks ago. "So you have an arm that is feels like its asleep?" She asked snapping him away from his mental telling off.
He was watching her the whole time as she brewed two cups of coffee, she wasn't looking at him only listening. "Only to touch things. For me it just feels like a arm" He mumbled.
She grabbed the two cups and walked over to him setting his down in the table in front of him. She went and perched on the sofa next to him, there was still a large gap in-between them. She turned to him and sat with her legs crossed as she held her cup with both hands. "That's … pretty cool to be honest" she said with a smile on her face. "Do you like it?" she asked curiously watching him as he stared down at his hand.
"No" He said bluntly. He looked up his cool blue eyes meeting hers."Reminds me of him" He added in a low voice.
"The winter soldier?" She asked.
He nodded. "Yes".
She sipped on her coffee and watched him do the same. "Tell me about him" She said softly.
He frowned into his cup and was quiet for a few seconds before he opened his mouth. He never really talked about it, people usually knew better than to ask. He didn't even fully open up to his therapist. "When they where in my head. They had full control, like I was in the driver seat but I wasn't steering the car" He began still staring into his cup.
She shifted in her seat a little making him look up at her, she had a soft look on his face, he had her full attention. "They gave me my orders and I complied, didn't matter what the mission was or who got hurt I did as I was told. I felt nothing" He continued his voice got rougher toward the end of his sentence, he remembered how it felt at the time killing people and how he felt no emotion to it.
"Nothing?" She whispered.
He shook his head. "When I killed I felt nothing" He told her, her eyes changed Bucky had seen that look enough times to know what it was, sympathy. "When I was alone, in training or in my cell I felt... lost and confused sometimes" He added. He remembered the times when he 'woke up' he began to feel emotions but they would just put him back on ice usually or use electric shock therapy to make him forget again. He felt cold at the thought of it.
"You where lost" She told him offering a small smile.
He swallowed hard feeling a lump in his throat, he had cried so many times about this but he refused to do it in front of her. "Sometimes I still feel lost" He admitted.
She lent over to the coffee table and set her drink down and shuffled a little closer to him, not intentionally more instinct to comfort him. "What makes you feel found again?" She asked.
He gave the tiniest shrug "Sam, Steve sometimes" He mumbled. He paused for a second and looked at Lucky, a little smile was sitting on her lips, he smiled himself "It feels good to talk" He admitted.
"I'm sure it does" She said quietly her smile fading a little, she shook off what ever she was feeling and smiled Bucky again. "Glad I can help" She told him in a bright voice, bright for someone who had just been woken up.
Bucky remembered the time and sighed, it felt good to talk to her like he could really open up but he knew it was the wrong time. She yawned and covered her mouth, he smiled a little. "You look tired I should go" He said standing from the sofa, for a second she looked shocked before rising herself.
"Sorry I just don't sleep to well" She told him.
He smiled and looked down at the floor. "Join the club" He said in a joke tone
She giggled as she walked him to the door. "The midnight club" She said making herself laugh again, Bucky laughed too.
He reached forward and grabbed the door opening it. "Coffee doesn't really help" He told her with a smile.
She shrugged at him still smiling. "Taste good though" She stated matter of factly.
He chuckled and walked out into the hall, she lent against the frame and watched him. "Thanks for listening... and the coffee" He was smiling the most genuine smile, she had never seen him smile like that, her automatic response was to smile back, how could she not his smile was beautiful.
"You're welcome and you're welcome" She told him trying to act casual as she lent against the door ignoring the little flutter in her chest as he stood in front of her smiling.
"Bye" He finally said before turning and walking away back to his apartment.
Her smile dropped as her eyes followed him. "See ya Bucky" She called, he turned and smiled one last time before walking into his apartment and closing the door. She remained there for a while and let out a deep sigh. That's enough of that thinking Lucky, we've got work to do, she thought to herself.
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Three days later on the outskirts of New York Sam had found a lead on the current mission he and Bucky where working on. Bucky was overly invested in this mission, the lives of children where at stake and it only made him more angry when no one would give them answers.
They where in an almost empty warehouse, empty boxes and garbage scattered along the floor, Bucky was on the second story, his from led on his front holding a gun through some metal rails waiting for his target.
He heard a voice through his ear piece. "Mission report?" Sam asked.
Bucky saw a tall blonde man enter the warehouse carrying a briefcase he fit the description of a name they had been given by the last man they had beaten, Bernard Blake. Bucky exhaled as his finger sat on the trigger and he looked down the scope of his gun. "Eyes on target, warehouse bottom floor" Bucky whispered in response. Bucky pressed down on the trigger and a bullet flew from his gun and missed shooting the floor next to the man, he turned and saw Bucky and began to run. "Fuck" Bucky groaned jumping up from his spot.
"You missed" Sam called through the ear piece.
A furious Bucky leaped from the second floor to the first and began to chase the man. "I see that" He growled as he pulled his hand gun from his belt. He ran out of the warehouse to pursue the man. As soon as he stepped out of the warehouse he was immediately shot at by another man. A bullet ripped straight into his torso, he grunted in shock and his hand instinctually covered the wound.
Before Bucky could turn to shoot the man he was already lying on the ground. "Got him" Sam's voice called through the earpiece again. Sam suddenly landed next to Bucky retracting his wings. "What's going on with you?" Sam asked pulling Bucky's hand away from his chest to examine the wound, fatal to most people not to the super soldier he thought to himself.
Bucky grunted and took a shooting stance with his gun again. "Nothing" he mumbled as they quietly walked together to find the hiding man. Sam drew his own gun and walked backwards to cover Bucky.
They made there way slowly around a junk-yard listening for the sound of footsteps or anything for the man to give away where he was hiding. "Is it your neighbour?" Sam asked in a suggestive tone. Bucky didn't smile he didn't have time to think about that now, he had only one goal, to find the man and get the location out of him.
"No" He muttered.
Sam smiled to himself as he kept a keen eye out for the man. "What's her name again Lara?" Sam whispered knowing that wasn't her name.
Bucky frowned "Lucky" He corrected instantly, he heard Sam laugh quietly. "Shut up" he whispered.
Sam turned and grabbed Bucky by the shoulder to stop him. "You know maybe you should ask her out" He suggested, Bucky pushed him and gritted his teeth. It annoyed him how Sam wasn't taking finding the man seriously.
"Focus" He hissed.
Sam raised his gun and aimed it at the double doors in-front of them. "More behind the door" He whispered, Bucky looked over and saw the Shadow of two men one stood in each window, they both raised their guns and shot at the same time taking one man out each. Sam causally dropped his gun but Bucky remained in that position as he carried on walking. "I just think its time for you to get out there Bucky you know enjoy some of the finer things in life" He carried on.
Bucky gritted his teeth as he turned the corner of the building he saw the man stood right there with a smile on his face, the case was still in his hand. "I'm busy Sam" Bucky hissed again. Bucky walked out a little future until the man was in his full view, the man smiled at Bucky as he held his gun out aiming at him.
"Guns don't keep you warm at night" Sam commented as he stood by Bucky's side raising his gun toward the man. "Drop the case Bernard we have you cornered" Sam called to the man.
The man chuckled and shook his head, not the usual reaction someone has when two guns are pointing at them. "You don't want to pull that trigger" Bernard warned with a smug smile on his face.
Bucky took a step closer his eyes where burning with fury, it took everything he had in him not to shoot. "Where are the children?" He spat, emotion evident in his voice.
Bernard flashed a pearly white smile at Bucky. "I don't know what your talking about" He said in a fake shocked voice.
Bucky gritted his teeth so hard he thought they would shatter from pressure, his finger sat on the trigger twitching to pull. "You know exactly what we are talking about now tell us" He hissed at the man.
Bernard laughed and shook his head. "You're a very predictable duo, you realise that don't you?" he asked hypothetically, Bucky and Sam both frowned at the comment. "Hail Hydra" Bernard said slowly. Bucky's eyes widened before he could think of anything his finger pressed down sending a bullet flying though the chest of the man that stood in front of them, the case dropped from his hand and began to beep. Sam noticed the red button on the handle of the case and his eyes widened.
"Down" Sam shouted as her opened his wings and jumped on top of Bucky. A hot wave of fire passed over the two on the floor and debris flew at them, Lucky for them Sam's wings took most of the damage.
Bucky led breathlessly on the ground his eyes wide in shock. "He's hydra" He choked.
Sam knelt and grabbed Bucky's hand pulling him up. He was also breathing heavy, he turned to where the man had been lying now his body was a pile of ash. "I thought they where gone for good. These fuckin' cockroaches what will it take to end them" Sam yelled punching the floor next to him.
Bucky sat on the floor shaking his head. "Cut one head of and two shall grow in it's place" he whispered to himself.
Sam stood up and retracted his now burnt and bent wings. "We need to call it in" he said Bucky didn't answer he remained sat on the floor. Sam knew he was in shock "You okay?" Sam asked walking over to him offering him his hand.
Bucky took it and pulled himself up, his hand went back up to cover the gun shot wound. "It will heal" Bucky mumbled.
Sam grabbed his shoulder and forced him to look at him. "I mean are you okay?" He asked again. Bucky knew what he meant, he wanted to know if he was going to be okay still working the mission now they knew hydra was involved.
"I'm fine" He lied.
The car ride back home was a quiet one, Sam was unusually quiet he didn't even make a joke when Bucky yelped a little in pain as he pulled the bullet from his chest, he didn't even complain when he got blood on the seat of his car. Bucky knew he was worried and with good reason, but he also knew he owed it to the lost children to keep his head and keep working the mission.
Even it it was his worst fear, Hydra.
-Okay so I'll admit that was a lot of information for one chapter, but we got to see Bucky and Lucky have a cute little talk and more insight into the mission Sam and Bucky are working together. And would you believe were only just getting started.
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