|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

Target (Pt 1/?)

"Target in sight..." Bucky murmurs, his cold blue eyes glaring at a black man in a suit, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Do not engage unless we say so, do you copy?

Bucky rolls his eyes but complies none the less.

"Copy that."

Try and get him to notice you.

Bucky downs his beer before subtly stealing glances at the man. No doubt Bucky finds him attractive. The way the suit fits him perfectly, to the way he smiles.

Before he knows it, he's moving his way over, catching the eye of his target.

Barnes what the hell are you doing?

"Engaging."

""Well well..."

"What's a handsome guy like you doing alone?" Sam Wilson asks, his eyes scanning the agent over before a seductive smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Bucky can finally see why he's so dangerous. The lustful glimmer in his eyes, the way his eyes look through your soul, finding out your true potential...

"A dance?" Despite the protests in his ear, he nods. Allowing the man to lead him through the sea of people.

With a sudden jerk, Bucky grunts when the man starts to sway to the music. "You ever dance before?" He asks lowly, his eyes having lost their lustful glimmer and instead has been replaced with an emotion he can't quite place.

"No. I haven't."

A soft smirk appears on this face and soon, his hands are placed on his hips, as the man wraps his arms around his neck.

"Well, first, you move your right foot here..."

Wait. That's working. Keep going Buck.

"And then here..."

Suddenly, an explosion goes off, startling both men. Automatically, he tackles the man down.

That wasn't us. Get out of there!

Bucky-

Static is soon heard but Bucky is too busy trying to make sure he and Sam don't get shot.

"You okay?" He asks, noticing how Sam looks uncomfortable underneath him. "What was that-"

Not a minute later, gunshots ring out and soon everyone is screaming. Scurrying to get out safely.

"Shit..." He whispers, lifting the man up and shoving him forward. "Go straight and then turn left, there's an emergency exit that leads out to an alleyway. Stay there!" He explains and before Sam could question how he knows that, he's rushing outside the door.

Once Bucky sees him get out of sight, he spins around and talks into his earpiece, crouching when he hears footsteps.

"Is anybody there?"

No answer only static and for once, Bucky feels scared. If his team is down then that means he has to fight them off.

Checking his gun, he inhales sharply before jumping out from cover, shooting the first man he sees.

His eyes were focused, his grip on his handgun tightening as he sneaks through the room, quickly hiding behind a wall, peeking over only to flinch back when a bullet whizzes past.

A frown tugs at his lips before he's running towards the man, tackling him to the ground. He jabs the gun into his head, the sickening crack sending a shiver through his spine.  He swiftly disarms the man, slamming his head into the ground, watching as his bounces off the cement.

Staggering to his feet, he stomps on the man before swapping the gun, checking the ammo before making his way through, looking for his team. He flinches when he hears footsteps, spinning around on his feet before looking through the scope, the crosshair sitting straight on a forehead. "Bucky?"

"Steve?" He calls, his eyes wide. "Buck, lower the gun. We're fine." Hesitantly, he does only to raise it back up and shooting behind Steve.

Said man spins around in surprise, watching as the body falls limp to the ground. "Where's the target?"

"I don't think he's our target..." He says, motioning Steve and the team to follow him outside, to find Sam pacing back and forth. Noticing the team's uneasiness, he holds up a hand, slowly shuffling towards the frightened man.

"Hey-"

Sam's eyes snap over to his, relief showing on his features. "You're okay!" He breathed before bringing the agent into a hug. Bucky freezes, not used to physical attention.

Only now does he notice the team and he stands still, betrayal clouding his eyes.

"Who are they?" He asks lowly, though it isn't pleasant, no. It's dangerous.

"Shit..."