I nod my head, "I forgot to ask. What happened to your hand?"
"Fell off a train in the mountains. HYDRA found me and gave me this metal one."
"Leaving me there and going really did nothing for you huh."
"Thea-," he walks towards me.
I yawn, stretchi...
Monachopsis ~ the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
The next morning
"Ughhhhh," I groan. I get up, slightly limping. I was very, very sore.
Bucky sat back in the bed, leaning on the back of his elbows, chuckling, "Aw how cute. Can't walk?"
I glare at him, "You made me this way. Shut up."
"I would do it again doll," he grins.
I roll my eyes, "Whatever."
A few hours later
"Ready?" he asks me.
I nod, walking out of the tiny bathroom.
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We were on the last club and then we finally get to go home. I haven't seen anyone other than Bucky for the past three weeks. I mean as hot as that face is, you get a little sick of it.
This club was called the Wasp and was the 22nd in the chain. After we shut this down, we shut down the entire business in the tristate area, more than the police or FBI had done in years.
The system sucks.
"Okay let's go," he opens the door for me as I walk out.
As soon as we arrive to the club I whisper to Bucky, "Let's just go in and out. There are hardly any people at this place."
"Works for me," he shrugs.
I take the gun out of the thigh holster and shoot it in the air, "ALL RIGHT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO GET THE FUCK OUT."
Immediately, almost everyone scurries out of the club except for a couple men and one drunk man who passed out on a table.
I walk next to him and shoot my gun in air again, "Out."
He runs out immediately, not without taking a bottle of beer, though.
I look over to Bucky, "Hey James. Did you ever see that movie? I think it was Tony who showed it to me. It was called John Wick, I believe."
He nods, "Oh yeah. It was pretty cool."
"So I got some pencils," I grin, opening the bartender's supply draw.
He smirks and takes a pencil for me. He dived underneath the table and I join him as the 1 2 3 4 5 6, six men shoot at us.
