Datura - Bucky Barnes

Eccesdentesiast

Eccedentesiast ~ one who faked a smile all the time, when all they want to do is cry, disappear, or die

Okay. Too many people to count. Lotta guns. Is that a damn grenade?

I grin widely, "Ooh this is gonna be fun, Buck."

"We have very different definitions of fun," he furrows his brows, "Come on. We gotta beat up some guys."

I cock my gun as the men finally catch up to us. Bucky and I jump over a table, using it as a shield.

"Hey Bucky?" I look at the hundreds of men shooting at us, "Remember what I said about this being fun? We need backup. Or this is not gonna be fun."

"Yeah no shit," he glares at me.

I shoot my gun at one of the men and give him a look, "What are you mad at me for?"

"I'm not mad at you," he blatantly lies. One of the gangsters had tried jumping over the table, but Bucky chokes him with his metal arm.

That's fucking hot.

"You weren't the only one trained to detect lies, you know," I tell him. I look above the table to see the floor littered with dead bodies. We had killed enough people for me to be able to count. About 40 men and 20 women. The grenade was still in the game.

"Whatever. I guess I'm kinda nervous," Bucky admits, shooting his last bullet.

I shoot a couple more bullets, emptying out my own gun, "Nervous about what? Killing people?"

"Asking you this," he chucks a knife at one of the men and looks at me, "Thea, will you be my girlfriend? I know it's dumb, but I know you can feel this too."

I throw my own knife, "What? No."

"No?"

I throw my nunchucks and they wrap themselves around someone's head. I sigh, "Bucky. I do feel it. But we can't. We shouldn't. We're both master assassins and HYDRA is after both of us. Getting closer is just worse. HYDRA might use one of us against the other. They can already use Steve against us. He may be a grown man who can take care of himself but he's still my brother and your best friend. I can't put another person in that situation and I don't think you want to either."

I look around and notice that the gunfire had stopped. We jumped around the table and I grabbed my knife and nunchucks off the table. As I was distracted, a guy punched me. I glare at him, feeling the blood in my mouth. I started whacking him with the black and gold nunchucks, over and over again, finally hitting him over the head until he passed out. I blow the hair out of my face, "Asshole."

"Thea. I'm willing to take the risk. I like you a lot," he punches a guy in the face and looks into my eyes.

I stare at him for a moment, thinking, "Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah sure. We're master assassins. A little normalcy would be nice," I shrug. I look at the ground, by one of the bodies, "Look, the grenade."

Dating isn't that big of a deal, right? I remember back in the 30's it didn't mean too much. Just a title, really.

"If we can get away enough we can throw the grenade and get outta here," he stares at the grenade.

"Yeah but we have to get it first."

At this point, all weapons were either broken or out of bullets. I jump for the grenade, but one of the guys kick it away from me.

I grin, "Keepaway, huh? Okay."

I grab a broken glass shard off of the ground and stab it into his eye. The grenade was about twenty feet away and I watched as Bucky lunged for it. A random woman tried to stab him but I grabbed a gun off the floor and shot her. Bucky grabs the grenade, looks at the bleeding lady, then looks at me, "Thanks."