Fireworks: A Bucky Barnes Romance

Chapter 4

Bucky landed on the Jeep with bruising force, taking the hit in his super soldier knees.

With the force of his fall, he also drove his metal fingers into the roof and latched on.

The driver immediately swerved, but Bucky already had a grip. His feet lost purchase on the slick roof, but his hand held steady.

Flattening himself against the Jeep, he found a handhold with his flesh hand on the roof rack.

Anchored. Steady.

He was already making calculations. Couldn't pull Sarah out of the car going this fast. Last resort.

Sam would be here in a matter of minutes. He'd only been a mile ahead.

Bucky would extract Sarah the moment Sam arrived.

With a grunt, Bucky peeled back one of the top panels off the car. The whole center rectangle was missing now. He could look straight down on their heads.

Split second evaluation—

But Sarah looked up at him, and despite the swerving vehicle, the roaring wind, the thug holding onto her arm, she smiled. "Hi, Bucky."

Bucky almost lost his grip. For a moment he didn't hear the roar of traffic, the blare of horns, he didn't feel the wind tugging at his hair and jacket or the sharpness of metal under his fingers. Damn, she was the best.

"Hi, Sarah," Bucky yelled over the wind. But he'd snapped out of his stupor.

Evaluation:

Metal exoskeleton, must be Sandhurst.

Two thugs.

Sarah.

She was nearly pinned behind the front seat.

Sandhurst's hand shot to Bucky's wrist, but it wasn't as fast as Bucky expected, honestly. Either the guy was surprised to see him, or his reaction times weren't all that good.

Bucky met his hand with a fist and the clang of metal on metal was audible over the roaring of the wind at seventy miles per hour.

Bucky wanted to rip this guy limb from limb, but Sam wasn't quite here yet.

Come on, Sam.

Making a choice, Bucky pivoted over the far side of the car, away from Sarah. He rammed his feet into the back window. It shattered over the thug next to Sarah.

Bucky yanked the man out. Seatbelt snapped. Or maybe it was the guys shoulder.

Sent him tumbling down the highway in their wake.

Sarah was already unbuckling.

Bucky heard Sam's voice in his earpiece. "On your left."

Getting another good grip on the roof rack, Bucky swung himself in feet first.

Lost some skin on the edge of the window. Didn't affect his capability, didn't enter his calculations.

He was crouching on the backseat, bent nearly double.

Sandhurst was reaching for them. Bucky didn't give him time.

He grabbed Sarah around the waist and jumped. The new skylight he'd made easily allowed for their exit, and Sam was headed right where he needed to be. He was good about that.

"Hand-off," Bucky said. Sam could probably carry the weight of them both, but Bucky didn't want to risk hurting Sarah that way. Inertia and flight could be a funny thing.