The Night We Met | Steve / Bucky

thirty-four - you broke me first

Life in Lebanon was not what Katherine had expected. Upon her arrival, Katherine assumed she would be kept locked away, weaned off of alcohol and pills - she assumed it would be miserable. Instead, she found hope, confidence and let herself open up around those around her. 

In the early mornings, Katherine would climb from Steve's warm embrace and head to the shower. Katherine loved a cold shower. She threw her hair up into a bun, the Lebanon heat almost being unbearable at times. Katherine would emerge from the tent, getting dressed in her combat trousers, boots and top. Katherine would proceed to work out - a morning run, general cardio and strength conditioning. Most of the times, Sam and Steve would tag along. It was almost routine.

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Katherine ducked behind a large crate, a finger to her left ear. "I'm in position." She spoke quietly. Sam awaited in his position on the roof of an adjacent building, Natasha ducked behind a shipping container across the warehouse while Steve waited outside. 

The large warehouse was quite dusty - a place that would not be visited or used often. Shipping containers and crates littered the interior of the warehouse. The containers were filled with weapons - Chitauri fueled weapons. Steve, Natasha and Sam had been working down the dealers of these weapons for months and now that Katherine is strong enough - she is too much of an asset to not have involved. Katherine was excited to be involved - she felt back to herself, well as much as she could. She assumed this was what she should feel like. 

Several trucks were parked outside of the warehouse - several men loading the weapons into the trucks. There were five trucks, each with a driver and passenger while seven other men loaded the weapons to the respective trucks. They were severely outnumbered but they didn't see it that way. "Alright, Kat." Steve spoke, "You're up." 

Katherine took in a sharp breath and stood up straight. She brushed herself down - wearing new clothes she had managed to scramble from locals on previous missions. She wore a long sleeved white top with a black corset around her waist and high waisted black trousers. Along her corset sat a holster of selected knives she'd picked up from previous missions. She wore a black scarf loosely around her head as a hood, shielding her hair and making it easier for her to fit in with the small amount of locals she had encountered since arriving in Lebanon.

Katherine emerged from behind the container, slowly coming into the view of the men loading the trucks. They all sported similar camouflaged clothing, making it easier for them to fit in with the desert surroundings, but not in this warehouse. Katherine took a few steps forward, her heels clicking with every step. She pressed her teeth against her lips and blew - whistling. This quickly got the attention of several of the men, "Hey, boys." Katherine spoke, now all seven men turning their attention to the unacquainted female. "Those weapons don't belong to you." She spoke continuing to walk forward. Two of the men immediately drew their weapons and aimed at Katherine. Katherine pouted her lip and tweaked her head, "Now, I thought we could be civil." 

Katherine didn't hesitate and held her right hand out in front of her, she flicked her two index fingers in opposing directions. The guns, heavy machine guns, flew in opposite directions. One landed into Natasha's hands as she emerged from her position, the other landing in Steve's as he entered the building. Katherine took another few steps forward, the look of fear entering the eyes of the men. 

Slamming doors echoed throughout the warehouse, the five drivers and their associates entered. Katherine sighed, "I guess you guys want to fight." Katherine spoke holding her hands out in front of her intertwining her fingers and cracking her knuckles.