The looks on the sailor's faces were priceless.
Sauntering across the deck, he stepped closer to the Englishmen. He couldn't help but grin. It was a bad defensive plan to just waltz on board, but oh, did he look good doing it. "Surrender your ship to us, or die." He added, thinking it only gentlemanly to go through the etiquette. "But I don't think I need to explain the concept of piracy to you lot, do I?"
With that one of the men in blue uniform lunged at him with a sword. Without hesitation, Bucky blocked the hit and ran the cutlass through the man's center, brining him to the ground. Dead. In mere moments the sailors were in chaos, slicing this way and that, the sound of sword against sword ringing in their ears. But the crew of the Carina was prepared for this sort of thing, because hell, the did it everyday. Natasha, Clint, and Tony had no trouble taking out the majority of the crew to the tip of their blades, the experienced fighters they were. Out of the corner of his eye Bucky saw Natasha doing a running jump and flip, brining a poor man's head down to the floor with her thighs and plunging her sword into his back. Where she leaned to fight like that he had no idea. A few minutes later only a few of the English remained, and bodies clothed in blue uniform scattered the deck. Bucky's crew were barely scathed.
Yet there was one man, a man that caught Bucky's attention. He was a tall and blonde, in very regal British uniform. Bucky could not see his face from where he was standing, but he could tell the man was certainly putting up a fight. The Captain had not yet got to combat with this mysterious man, but in a strange way he looked forward to it. As if he was drawn to him. But he could not think of such things now, not when he was slitting another man's throat with his cutlass. Natasha seemed to be taking care of the blonde officer herself, so Bucky wasn't going to be troubled with him. She had it covered.
But he soon heard a sort of half-scream coming from his first mate, and he briskly turned around to see if she was alright. She was reeled over, and Bucky could see a gash across her eye. Rushing over to her to give his assistance, the blond turned around and swung his sword down above Bucky's head. Bringing his wooden arm up to block, Bucky managed not to get hit. But there was a big notch taken out of his oaken arm. "You're going to regret doing that." He replied cooly, before locking eyes with the naval officer. His eyes widened with surprise upon seeing the man's face. He's seen it before. Steve. Steve Rogers. Steve Grant Rogers. He knew that face anywhere.
And he wasn't the only one who had that feeling.
"Bucky?! I thought you were dead!" Steve declaimed at full volume, lowering his sword.
"And I thought you were shorter."
"Will someone care to tell me what's going on?" Natasha said, standing to her feet. There was blood dripping down her face and onto the wooden deck. Bucky and Steve barely noticed Natasha's interjection, far too busy with matters of their own.
"Steve was um... and old friend of mine."
"Emphasis on was." He spat, the pieces in his mind somehow fitting together. "You're a pirate!" He swung his hulking arm up, punching Bucky square in the face. The next thing heard is the sound of Bucky's jaw hitting the hard wooden floor.