Chapter 8
Brooke and Clint had made pizza dough the previous day. Brooke blushed as Clint gave her a disapproving dad look for the bags under her eyes. Instead of remarking on it he focused on making red sauce. Because jarred sauce was just unacceptable.
She remembered Clint going on and on about "red sauce'' and thoguht they had made pasta but, pizza was pretty close and delicious.
"You look like you've got some sleep." Brooke nodded.
"A couple of hours this morning. I'm sorry I was so spun out these last few days, everything I've learned since being here. It's worse than what I remember."
"We've all been there. I'm here for you if you want to talk. I know Natasha would be too, if you'd rather talk to someone with the same lived experience."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."
Brooke did not want to be rude. Clint seemed like a sweet guy and he would probably be a great listener, but she did not talk openly with people. Crying in front of Bucky the other day had been hard enough. She played it close to the vest, it was comfortable and safe that way.
Letting Bucky in, was unexpected and she had done it all her life. He was special to her in that way, she knew he would listen and not judge her. Even when she tried to keep him out, he forced his way in, determined to be a part of her life and not have her go it alone. Stupid super soldier.
The dinner was nice and relaxed. Everyone was still tired from their mission and kept the conversation light. When things were all cleaned up Bucky and Brooke walked back to her room together.
"Did you decide what movie you wanted to watch?"
Brooke plopped down onto the corner of the couch and Bucky joined her, sitting on the middle cushion.
"Steve suggested Grease. He had a list of things to catch up on."
"Grease is a great movie, Grease 2 not so much." Brooke busied herself with finding the movie and pulling it up on the TV, while Bucky was busy watching her.
When the movie started, Brooke snuggled down and pulled her knees up to her chest. With Bucky beside her and the lights dimmed, it was a recipe for her to fall asleep. For some reason she was awake as ever, her mind racing with the thought that this was a normal girl and boy thing.
Dinner, snuggling up to watch a movie. It was so normal.
"Bucky?"
He turned to her, "Yeah?"
"I'm happy I'm here." She confessed, eyes downcast.
That sentence held so much weight. Bucky knew what it must have cost her to admit that to him. Brooke was happy she was here with him, living in a safe place even if it was the compound. Happy to be alive.
Bucky pulled her body closer to his and pressed his lips to her forehead. He wanted to kiss her on the lips but was not sure if that was something she wanted after their earlier fight. They also had not really established things between them. Sure she was going on a date with him tomorrow, but if she was not forced to stay here, Bucky was pretty sure she would have locked herself away in her apartment to avoid whatever it was she felt for him.
He heard the change in her breath right before Brooke turned getting up onto her knees beside him. Her soft, little hands cupped his jaw as she brought their lips together in a light-pressing kiss.
Bucky slides his hand up her thigh to rest on Brooke's hip. She used it as balance when she rocked, picking her right leg up and placing it on the other side of both of his. Bucky leaned back, drawing Brooke into his chest. Her heart beat rapidly against him, their lips consuming one another.
Brooke pulled back first, and Bucky's mouth chased hers. Their lips brushed, and Bucky felt her little tongue come out to lick at her bottom lip.
She sat back on his knees and looked into those beautiful blue-grey eyes of his. He was gorgeous and sweet, she knew how easily she could get lost in him, in these next few months. What about after? Should she really move forward with this when their future was not decided?
Brooke reached for her tank top. While she pulled it over her head, Bucky gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. The front of her frilly bra teasing him as he caught sight of her budding nipples through the lace.
Their hips shifted and pressed into each other as they made out of the couch. Bucky's hands roam her body and Brooke's played in his hair, her body bending and arching when Bucky's fingers grazed her sensitive nipples.
As much as letting Brooke skink down on top his dick and ridding him right here in her living room sounded hot, Bucky could not do it, not with this being their first time together after a year apart.
So he grabbed her ass and stood up, following the familiar path into her bedroom. His mouth playing along her neck.
"You know the couch would have surfaced." She said breathlessly, back hitting the mattress.
Bucky dropped his shirt to her floor climbing over her, dropping his head to suck her laced nipple into his mouth. Brooke's breath hitched, her hands going to his belt, pulling the leather from his jeans. His hands grabbed hers, raising them above her head, he wanted more time with her before she got a hold of him.
So he kissed and licked all over Brooke's chest and neck, stopping to give some attention to her beautiful mouth. Her hips kept trying to seek his out to release some of the need growing between her legs. Bucky pulled his hips back a breath out of reach.
"Stop teasing." Brooke pouted, squirming.
Bucky chuckled, kissing her lips he pulled back to his knees. With a flick of his thumb, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her hips. Dropping them to the floor he worked his off his body as well and his underwear. Brooke had sat up, pulling her bra over her head and throwing it at him.
The soft material hit his face, Bucky snorted and climbed back over Brooke before she could shimmy out of her panties. Bucky pulled the fabric to the side, letting his knuckles graze her wet slit. Brooke's whimper and roll of her hips send his dick twitching, she was so responsive.
Bucky laid his body over hers, his hips rolling against hers, running his dick over her slit. Brooke rolled her hips in time with his, his warm skin heating hers. They moaned into each other's mouths.
Brooke's small hands squeezed his back, her thighs over his hips pulling him tighter against her. Bucky's metal hand caressed her side, while the flesh one abused her nipples. Brooke's skin dampened, her breath coming out in little warm puffs. Her hips snapped up into his and he reciprocated by rutting down into her.
"Fuck," She whined loudly.
Bucky dropped his lips to her neck, her collarbones, and her chest, following that sexy blush down her body. Brooke whimpered "No" when he pinned her hips down, pulling his slick dick from her warm lips. He wanted her to come on his tongue before she come on his dick.
He remembered the taste of her, remembered feeling her whither on his tongue. The memory having faded with time, he wanted a newer sharper memory. Wanted to watch her face over her curves as he fucked her with his tongue.
Keeping her searching hips pinned Bucky teased her with his tongue, groaning his approval. His suction on her clit was harsh and unyielding. He heard one of the disks in her back crack as she tried to push her hips up, unable to as he forced them to stay on the mattress.
Her fingers knotting in his hair, her body thrashing wildly on the bed as she begged him to let her come please, please, oh fu-, don't stop.
Bucky let a deep grunt sound in his throat, demanding her attention. With a furrowed brow, Brooke look down her body at him, her mouth open gasping for air. He held her gaze, sliding two of his fingers inside her. Brooke's eyes rolled up, her head dropping back down onto the mattress, Bucky lightly slapped the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Brooke's chest huffed for breath, she forced herself up onto her elbows so she could watch him. Both her hands fisting her bed sheets. She was flushed and her hairline was damp.
Fuck she was a sight, his dick was dripping with precome. Brooke was so goddamn sexy it made him ache. Pulling his fingers from her, Bucky grazed his teeth over Brooke's clit as he replaced his fingers with his tongue.
Brooke nodded at him her bottom lip harshly being bit between her teeth. Her legs started to shake as he brought her closer to cumming. Bucky's fingers, slick with her reached up to pull her lip from the vice grip of her teeth before she bit a hole in herself.
Brooke's body tightened and Bucky raised slightly Both his hands went under her ass and pushed her hips up into his mouth. Her movements now free , Brooke snapped, her hips ground up on his mouth, shaking and writhing. Bucky fucked her through her orgasm and hands soothed her sides as he settled her back on the bed. Her body twitching and cooled.
He licked her clit a couple times, smiling at her hips jumped at the contact. As he brought his body back over her's, Bucky slowly dragged his dick over her swollen lips.
Brooke hissed at the contact on her clit, gripping Bucky's biceps as he settled over her, her legs opening wide for him.
He kissed her forehead softly, then her lips. Brooke was slow to respond, her body still active from her orgasm and sensitive that when her nipples rubbed against his chest, Brooke pushed slightly against his body to gain a little distance.
"Too much?"
Brooke whipped her head from side to side. She was so turned on right now, her body humming. Using the little space between them Brooke twisted her body until her chest was pressed into the soft bedding and her ass was grinding against Bucky's dick.
"Sweet Jesus." Bucky huffed biting Brooke's shoulder as she wiggled back against him.
Rounding his back so he could get enough distance between his hips and hers, Bucky pushed inside her in one smooth slow thrust. Brooke's ass pushed back into him, she wiggled taking each inch of him, loving the stretch she felt.
The head of his dick kissed her cervix as he bottomed out and Brooke clenched down hard on him. Her thighs squeezing the outside of his. Bucky kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders as she panted below him.
Metal hand grabbing the top of the headboard, Bucky intentionally pressed each digit of his warm hand into the flesh of her hips, seeing the little dents they made. Brooke moaned rolling her hips around.
Bucky fucked her shallow. He had been demanding and rough between her legs and he wanted to slow them down a little now. This woman trusted him with her body, had trusted him with it long before now, enough to let him back into her bed again. Last time he had not been quiet himself, had been a bit distracted, but not this time. This time, every single one of his senses honed in on her.
"Fuck you're beautiful." He breathed against her neck, Brooke clenched down on him, "You feel so good."
Brooke slid her arms up the bed her hands pressing into the headboard, she took him by surprise fucking back onto him. Bucky's eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. He pushed up on his knees, both hands now a gentle guild on her hips, as he watched her fuck herself on his dick again and again.
"Atta girl." he praised her, jaw slack.
Metal hand sliding over her hip and down her mound to flick her clit. All the muscles in Brooke's back tightened and she spasmed on his dick. He flicked and teased her, his flesh hand now pulling her back onto him as she got closer to her second release.
Brooke pushed up onto her hands and knees, her arm reaching back for him. Bucky compensated their angle, leaning back slightly so he could pull her up against his chest. They both groaned as he sank deeper into her.
Bucky's fingers flicked, pulled and rolled over Brooke's clit. Her hand now covering his, forcing him to be rougher with her. His hand on her now holding her steady so he could fuck up into her body. His hips slapped against her ass, Brooke's head thrown back resting against his shoulder as she came. He fucked her harder Bottoming out each time forcing her orgasm to drag on.
Bucky revelled in Brooke's weight laying on him, her body pressing back into his.
Brooke's nails dug into him as she was forced to take every single pleaser he gave her. When she could not help but whimper Bucky kissed her cheek, bringing her down to the hilt on him so he could grind into her. Letting her catch her breath and wiggle her hips as much as she needed as her cunt clenched down on him repeatedly.
Her small hands pushed away his that was still playing with her clit. Brooke turned her head to the side pulling him into a kiss, her lips hungry as she slid herself off his dick so she could turn to face him.
He pulled her heated body against his, both kneeling on the bed, both softly running their hands over each other. Brooke's hands ran between their bodies, she boldly grabbed his dick, stroking him slowly.
"Lay back." He muttered into her lips.
Brooke bit her lip and with a flirty look in her eyes, she fell back onto the bed.
Bucky followed after her, guiding her legs up over his hips. Brooke's hand returned to him, she pulled his dick to her entrance, guiding him in. They both looked down at their bodies, watching him disappear inside her.
Bucky rest his forehead to Brooke's, his body pressed to hers, hips snapping downward. Each thrust sent a sharp breath from her mouth, Brooke's eyes fluttered but she kept her eyes locked on his.
Fuck, this was intense, he knew she felt that as much as he did. Damn, that animal part of himself was so heightened, mine, he wanted to mark her, claim her. Wanted her in his bed every night instead of out fighting this frigging war.
"Look so good taking my cock like that."
Brooke's hands gripped him and pulled him tighter to her body. Bucky moaned loudly hearing the wet noises they were making, Brooke's cum dripping out of her.
"God I'm going to cum again."
"Yea?" Bucky asked sweetly, he could feel her tightening around him. "Fuck, you going to make a mess for me?"
"Shiit."
"That's it." His spine tingled, his own orgasm rushing over him. "Cum on my cock."
"James." His name was a panicked mew, her hips fucking him roughly.
Brooke tore her forehead from his, her teeth biting down on his forearm.
Bucky dropped his lips to her ear, "fuck, that's a girl."
His thrusts were punishing as he pushed them through their orgasms. Brooke's trembling hands on his back. Her legs fell wide onto the bed, her teeth releasing his arm.
Bucky was trembling too, his body warm and relaxed after finally getting his hands on this stunning woman. He dropped a kiss to her shoulder, much like he had done a year ago, pulling out of her and dropping onto his back.
"Guess we couldn't have done all that on the couch."
Bucky laughed, pulling Brooke toward him and pulling the displaced blanket over them. His fingers grazed her side, he listened as her heart slowed back to its regular rhythm.
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"Brooke." Steve rounded the counter at the same time she did, both nearly running into each other.
Masking her anxiety Brooke smiled at him. Steve was Bucky's best friend and she knew she has not made the best impression on the Avengers and their support team. Steve is important to Bucky and she hoped with a little time and better circumstances, Brooke could show Steve that she was not "that person" the one they tried to make her into.
Brooke was flying solo this morning, having just come from eating some breakfast. Bucky was called into Tony's lab, he had messed up a couple plates and things on his new arm and would be busy most of the day getting it repaired. She could shiver thinking of the way the cool metal had slid over her body two nights before, and then last night after their date.
*Last night*
Bucky had taken Brooke about an hour into town, the restaurant a little hole-in-the-wall. Apparently, it had been a New York staple when Bucky and Steve were growing up. The family who owned the place just kept passing it down and it was still pretty much the same as he remembered it.
"I think the hardest part was not knowing if I could get it back."
"You're memories?"
"Who I used to be." Bucky shook his head. "He's not gone, I thought he was and maybe in a way he is, but the way I've come to look at it. This would have been me returning after the war. PTSD a few scars- I just served a longer deployment than I planned."
Brooke smiled, "It's a nicer way to look at it."
"My therapist sure seems to think so." They both chuckled.
"Did it help, having Steve there?" Bucky's gaze dropped like he was caught up in a memory.
"Yes and no. I know he meant well, he was excited I wasn't dead and the only me he remembers is from back then. We both had to learn to be ok with me being a little different."
"And Sam," Brooke smirked. "Still an acquired taste?"
"Sam's a pain in the ass."
"He's funny and I think you actually like him."
"Oh yeah, I love the way he gawks at you when you walk out of a room."
Brooke smirked, "First of all, gawks? No one says that anymore. Second of all, he's just playing around because he wants a reaction from you."
All she got for that observation was an annoyed eye roll, "Uhuh."
"Is your arm ok?" She had noticed him rolling his shoulder a couple of times.
"Yea, Tony's going to touch it up tomorrow morning, it'll take most of the day but if I don't let him do it now, he'll just complain till I give in."
"Are your blue eyes from your mom?" Bucky blinked rapidly, memories of his mother rushing back to him. "All the pictures of you and Steve growing up are black and white, so my digging only got so far."
"When'd you have time for that?"
"While you were snoring." She teased, "While I was with Jesse, I would tell him stories and we would go online and look at funny videos and things together. I tried to teach him things, history, math, literacy. He got too sick for it after a while, but I figured it couldn't hurt."
"That was nice of you." His heart ached with how sweet of an act that was, "You had access to the internet?"
The implication was there, why did she not reach out for help via online channels?
"Till we started looking into history and the Second War a little too much. Your names were flagged on the computer we were using, Kai already had restricted access, but he password-locked everything after that."
"My mother, she had blue eyes." Brooke nodded.
"Mine did too- green ones." She too had her mother's eyes.
Their conversation got a little more personal as they opened up, talking and eating well into the night. Both still keeping things close to the vest, some things were just too personal to share on a first date, others they would never share.
When the night ended, they fell into bed together. Their body moved softly against one another, their words and movements tender compared to the night before. Not better, just a different version of themselves.
*Back to present*
"Hi, Steve. Busy day?" The stack of papers he was holding tipped her off.
"I give myself busy work most of the time." He found stillness hard, like Bucky, like she did. "Where are you headed? I'll walk with you."
"I was looking for Clint, I know he mentioned he doesn't really go on missions anymore. I was going to ask if he could take me off compound today."
Steve turned a kind smile on his face, "I could accompany you wherever you'd like to go. Like I said, this is busy work."
"Oh, no you only just got back, you should be sleeping in or lazing around watching TV."
"It's never been my style."
Brooke wanted to turn him down if only to save him the trouble. She had formed a bond with Clint the last few days and felt less judged by her mistakes from him. This was Captain America and the guy she likes friend. There was something to lose if he decided to officially not like her for who she was, instead of her earlier actions in moments of trauma and panic.
On the other hand, Tony and Fury were against her, Steve was too, though he tried to be nurtural for Bucky's sake. She had seen that effort shine through a couple of times, it was probably one of the main reasons she was here and not locked up.
"If you're sure." Steve smiled brightly at her.
"Absolutely, when would you like to leave?"
"An hour? I start training with the recruits tomorrow and starting in the lab, so if I can get this done today that would be great."
Steve nodded, Bucky had vented to him about her joining the trainees. He worried they would lash out at her or hurt her by mistake being so green. Steve reminded him these were some of the best and that Brooke would hold her own.
"I'll meet you down in the garage at 10:00"
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"Where are we headed?" Steve asked, ready to type an address into his GPS.
Brooke buckled her seatbelt. "My mother has a safety deposit box. I found my father's key last year, I was on my way to open it when Kai picked me up. I want to know if there is anything important in there. My mom was silenced by my father, the danger with silencing someone like that, is they have a lot more time to listen."
"Did you see Buck on your way out?"
Brooke shook her head, finding the address to her mother's bank, "He's busy with Tony this morning getting some wiring fixed in his arm. He left before I woke up."
Steve hid his reaction to finding out his friend and the pretty girl sitting next to him had shared a night together, had sex. At least he was pretty sure they had. He supposed they could have just slept beside each other.
"You did not want to tell him you were headed out?" Brooke frowed.
"Was I supposed to? I thought as long as I had someone with me I could leave the compound."
"No, no, you can. I just figured you might drop in to tell him you were headed out is all."
"We'll only be gone a few hours, I doubt Bucky needs a play-by-play."
Steve nodded dropping the topic. He had told Natasha he was taking Brooke off base, she was on standby in case anything came up. But Bucky was outta the loop and Steve knew, whether he voiced it to Brooke or not, he would have liked to know they were leaving the compound. Would have no doubt preferred to escort Brooke himself or join them given the chance.
Before they pulled out of the garage Steve sent off a message in their group chat.
SR- Brooke and I are headed off the compound for a few hours. We'll pick up pizza on the way back. Submit your orders.
He was not trying to tattle, but Steve felt better now that Bucky was in the know. Steve did not get the feeling like Brooke was trying to be sneaky or hide things from Bucky, and maybe he was just being "old" but, if he were headed out for the afternoon, he always informed his family where he was going. Maybe people these days did not feel the need, because they could just text or call someone's cell to find out where they were.
SW- American Bacon! And... Should the two of you be alone? Don't you need a chaperone if you are going to be alone with a girl?
Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky could have used a chaperone back in the day, all the things he and those girls got away with.
SR- Before my time.
SW- Alright, well, keep your hands to yourself, I will be checking hymens upon your return.
NR- Sam, Ew! That is disgusting and barbaric.
SW- Does Bucky know you've stolen his love away for the day.
For his own Santity Steve decided he was done with this conversation. His phone buzzed a couple more times in his pocket as they pulled onto the main road. No doubt, Sam and Natasha trading jabs back and forth.
"How are you settling in so far?"
"Pretty good, I've never been in one place for very long, being here is a little weird. I constantly feel like I should be doing something."
"Is that why you wanted to start training?"
"Partly. I am in this now, with Hydra, and the red room. I don't want to be dead weight when they track me down, I can only hide out with you guys for so long. I know you have a stake in this, but this is my battle too."
Steve snuck a glance at her, "You could stay you know. At the compound, even after your probation. I know it would make Bucky happy if you did. I never had the chance to thank you, for helping him get away from Hydra. He told me all about it. I know what you risked for his freedom, saw the result of you exposing yourself to them again. Thank you for doing what I couldn't."
"He'd do it for me." She shrugged, and he had.
"I'm sure Nat and Wanda would be happy to have another girl around."
"I thought I was going to die in that facility, was willing to die if it meant saving Jessie. I stopped planning for the future a long time ago. And haven't given it much thought since being here."
"The invitation still stands."
Brooke played with the rings on her fingers, "Thanks."
Steve thought's drifted to Bucky. If Brooke did not stick around, would Bucky follow her? It was weird to think about. Once Bucky had been back in his life, to lose him again, even if he was just living somewhere else, it was hard to imagine.
Their drive was mainly silent, both Steve and Brooke slipping into their own thoughts. It was not till they took the exit ramp off the bridge to head toward Manhaton they picked back up.
"It must be weird to see the city like this."
Steve nodded, "It was a lot to get used to, but some things are still the same if you look hard enough. I always thought I would come home after the war to..."
"What?" Brooke straightened up, alert.
"This will be our fourth right- If this black SUV makes it with us-" Steve pressed a couple of numbers on his phone, switching lanes to get back to the highway.
If someone was following them, they did not want to get stuck in tracking and have a fight break out around so many civilians.
Brooke leaned down and pulled the handgun from under her seat to her lap. "Hydra?"
Steve signalled and turned right, eyes looking in the rearview, daring that SUV to make the turn.
"That's four." He pressed the call button. "Nat, we have a tail."
He speeds up, cutting through traffic as much as possible without causing an accident. Headed for the highway.
The spy clearly taking this seriously responded, "On foot or in vehicles? how many? Get Barnes and Stark."
"One black SUV curled the block with us. I'm headed back out of town, taking the Highway, Bridge over water is too risky."
"Tony will fly ahead, Barnes, Wilson and I will be behind him. Get your comms in."
Steve reached over Brooke. Opening the glove compartment and pulling out a sleek grey container. Handing it to Brooke, he motioned for her to open it. He ended the phone call, both hands taking the wheel as they merged with freeway traffic.
Inside were small inner ear devices, Brooke took out one and handed it to Steve, and he immediately put it in his ear. She was not sure if she was supposed to wear one as well, but Brooke picked up the smaller one and put it into her ear flipping the small switch on the side.
There was no noise on the other end, the others had not Put their comms in yet. Brooke's heart raced, all she could do was sit in the passenger seat and cling to the gun in her hand.
"Brooke I need you to climb into the back seat and get the other two guns."
Captain America said, his tone firm and clear, an order. He slipped into the role in a blink of an eye and Brooke was happy for direction, something to do. Unbuckling she climbed into the back seat, eyes clocking the SUV that was several car lengths behind them. Keeping her head down she retried the other weapons, finding a couple of spare mags and knives.
"Where are you?"
Bucky was first on comms, his voice demanding and stern.
"Interstate 87. One following vehicle looks armoured. No contact, they're keeping their distance."
"Probably waiting till you're more isolated." Natasha. "We're in the car now, 25 minutes."
"Engaging in 10." Tony. "Get off the Freeway and head toward the state park, one way in one way out. Fewer civilians."
"Steve, what do you have on you?" Sam.
The group seemed to know when it was their turn to talk, and what their roles were. It was overwhelming to Brooke, she was always alone, never part of a team. How they all did not talk over each other was news to her. She stayed quiet, making sure her's and Steve guns were loaded and ready to go.
Steve looked at Brooke, she startled but quickly spoke up. "Four knives and three hand guns."
"Brooke." Things quieted down as she zeroed in on his voice. "Take the semiautomatic, it had less kickback."
Steve pointed to the silver and black gun, the one she did not have clutched tight in her lap. Replacing her fingers she traded guns with Steve, giving him the solid black metal.
"Got it." She told Bucky.
The red room was big on hand-to-hand combat, usually, she was far too close to her 'objectives' to have many weapons on her. A knife, if she was lucky.
Everyone fell quiet, each focusing on their objective. Steve and Brooke headed down a back road, as soon as he was not surrounded by traffic Steve sped up.
"We're off the freeway. Tony?"
"Six minutes"
"Buck?"
"Eightteen."
Brooke could hear the stress and anger in his voice, either from the situation itself or from still being so far out from the encroaching danger.
"Don't engage first," Bucky demanded of Steve.
Steve might have been able to evade the following vehicle till the team got there if two motorcycles had not come up from behind them. They caught up to the SUV and would be one of them in less than 30 seconds.
Steve rolled down their windows, and Brooke's hair flew everywhere covering her vision.
"Aim for their tires," Steve ordered her shooting out their rear window. "Two new hostiles on motorcycles. We've got twenty seconds."
Bucky swore, and Tony told them he'd be on top of them in four minutes.
Brooke leaned out the window and felt the wind steal the breath from her lungs. Pressing her body painfully hard into the dashboard Brooke fired. She tried to aim for both the human and machine not caring what she hit as long as she stopped their pursuit.
"Hey," Steve called for her attention, yelling over the wind. "Arms out straight, both eyes open, hold your breath, pull the trigger."
Four more shots left the chamber of her gun, non-landing.
"Re-load," Steve told her, hearing the empty gun clicking as Brooke frantically tried to keep firing. "Breath in, fire, breath out."
His tone is more stressed and less reserved. Brooke grabbed the new magazine and loaded it into the gun. Steve had talked her through it as they made their way back out of the city. With uncoordinated hands Brooke reloaded.
A muddled shot rang out, Glass exploded around her, and Brooke dropped forward into the passenger seat. Shit, shit, shit. she muttered to herself, grabbing for her gun and getting back into position.
"Get back in your seat." Steve threw his arm over her chest to brace her, the engine roar of the bikes was at their tail lights. "Run for the trees."
"I'm not going to leave you to fight alone them alone."
"Yes you are, you're the target."
Brooke's laboured breath was loud, blood rushing in her ears. They were out of time.
"Engaging in 5,"
"Two more minutes", Tony.
"Steve, Wait for Stark!" Bucky.
"4, we're out of options, 3."
Brooke wanted to say something to Bucky, anything. She could not think of something in the next two seconds that would encapsulate all the things she wanted to say. Or thought she should.
"2, brace," Steve warned her.
"1."