About a week passed with Bucky there and little problem. There was the odd fight here and there with him and Tony, but otherwise all was good. At the current moment it was pretty much bedtime. Rhodes was in the shower, Tony and Bucky were in the bathroom, brushing their teeth, Steve was just putting his pyjamas on.
As they went about their menial tasks a sound could be heard about the outside of the house. Subtle as it was there was definately movement and it wasn't just the sound of wildlife.
Bucky playfully nudged Tony as he rinsed his mouth and went to his room. He entered in and pulled his night pants on but his smile suddenly decipated and was replaced with a racing heart. Something wasn't right.
Quickly coming up the stairs and sides of the house footsteps could be heard and they were moving fast. The lights in the house were suddenly cut, Bucky knew what was happening.
"Move quickly," a man whispered, and pointed his soilders to the building.
Soon as they entered Steve grabbed one, knocking several over. Some took to him, just to get him out of the way, but others were still focused on Bucky, who they soon found, and he was not going down without a fight.
The fight went on mainly in the kitchen and living room. The soliders seemed to come in a continuous stream.
"Bring him alive!" One demanded before getting a fist.
Men started letting out a stream of bullets, Steve was able to grab his shield, sending the bullets ricochetting back to them, getting rid of several men.
A series of blast started coming toward the ground at the soliders, "Dance like you mean it," Tony smirked from inside his suit. Between that there was also a series of flashes in the darkness.
A solider grabbed Steve, giving him a German Suflex, "This doesn't concern you!"
"It obviously does," he grunted, pushing himself up and knocking the man off his feet.
"We just want the defect!" A man said before getting a shield across the face.
Suddenly Both Steve and Bucky were hit with full body blasters, sending them to the ground in painfully crippling waves of eletricity through their bodies.
"Hey!" Tony had flown back in from dealing with the soliders that were trying to enter and saw the two men on the ground.
The solider who downed them, a thin slight of a man with his face entirely covered, held up a device, "You may want to rethink that. One press of this button and they'll be convulsing in pain they've never known."
Tony put his arms down and gave a mild pout underneath the suit as he seemed to levitate, "I wouldn't like that too much, they're pretty useful for somethings."
"Then back down and let me through," he put his hand on the dial.
"Ok, what about him?"
"Who?" the man crumpled to the ground after a painful surge went to the back of his neck, delivered from Rhodey's baton.
The Lut Colonel just shook his head as he held his bath towel closed, "This is not exactly what I wanted to come home to."
Soon SHIELD arrived to the battlefield that seemed to always be Tony's house.
Fury watched as his men escorted the soliders away, carrying and dragging some, "We expected some form of...retrieval attemps," he gave a nod to a now dressed Rhodes.
The man nodded back, "I thought Hydra was out of commission. And SHIELD for that matter."
"You should know how hard it is for units like ours to ever be fully out of commission. including Hydra." he walked about the half destroyed room.
Steve panted, ears still buzzing from the electrocution, "Do you have a suggestion?"
"I'll have some of my men monitor you, keep him and you safe," He looked to Bucky, "Judging by this mess you'll probably have to find somewhere else to crash, if you'll excuse the termanology."
"Can you provide us with a safe house?" Steve asked, only a little hopeful.
"I may be able to help you with that," he nodded, "I'll get to you gentleman on a place asap, but you better pack some bags and go spend the night somewhere else."
Tony sighed as the little bit they'd grabbed before leaving was set down, "What is it about my homes where everyone feels they're perfect for wrecking? Just because I have a certain amount of wealth doesn't mean all I want to do is repair damaged property."
"Well it may not be your place's level of extravagent but it's enough to keep you guy's comfy for a night or more," Rhodes locked his doors, "And Tony was protective enough to give it security so."
Steve looked about the modest home, "This is just fine with me. Where are we sleeping at?"
"Guest room, or Tony's room, whoever is actually here," he lead them to the bedroom. It was obvious the one who normally occupied it was the metal brat, judging by the running deer night light on the nightstand.
"Well this looks like where we're sleeping tonight," Steve started towards the bed and turned to Bucky. The downcast look on his face revealed a guilty feeling, "Whats wrong?"
"Maybe I should just leave. They wont stop until they have me," He shook his head, "I just don't want to put you through this. I mean it hasn't even been a week and I've already caused trouble."
Steve walked over and looked down at him, wrapping him in his arms for a tight hug, "You can't do this on your own, and when I told you I was here for the long run I meant it. Even if you fight me or try to run away, I will find you and I will help you."
The warmth that Steve conveyed to the man made his eyes water, "Why? Why do you want to help me so much? Was I that good a friend? I can barely even even remember you!" he began sobbing into his chest.
"Shh, shh, its ok," he picked him up and paced with him as he had done with Tony on his bad days, "I know its hard, and you may not be able to understand, but I'm going to help."
Bucky just sobbed into him, clinging tightly.
"It's ok," Steve sat on the bed and pat his back, "Its ok, daddy's here," he covered a yawn.