Buried Knives (A Bucky Barnes enemies to lovers story)

Part 2: Unseen Assault

"What the hell?"

Sam was rambling in his headpiece, no doubt trying to catch his attention. Bucky was not in the mood. He was the one who said this plan was ridiculous. Infiltrate a seemingly forgotten Hydra base, what could go wrong? Anser; everything. If the stronger than anticipated security systems, renovated, unmapped tunnel systems and triple security hadn't been enough, now there was a girl where the master hard drive was supposed to be. He was going to kill Wilson. 

He was not equipped for a rescue. 

The girl in question was lean and tall with a peculiar glint in her eyes. Cowering in the shadowy corner of the room. A roughly healed scar covered most of her left cheek bone.  And was that... blood... in her hair? 

If she was insane he would be completely done. 

"Talk to me Barnes, what's the issue?" 

He held a hand to his ear, "The issue, Sam," he lowered is gun, "is that everything I said could happen did happen. Even some things I didn't think could happen happened."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean that- SHIT!"

He stumbled back. Had she just? Raising one hand he gingerly touched his temple and gritted his teeth. His face had just been on the receiving end of a pristine roundhouse kick. One he didn't see coming thanks to Sam, who was still chattering in his ear.   

"Bucky? Bucky what happened?"

"Shut up," he grumbled, ripping out the head piece and flinging it to the floor. What the hell was going on? 

He looked up but she was on him again. Kicking off the wall and flinging herself around his neck. Knocking him off balance, forcing him to drop his gun in order to stay on his feet. 

She landed, tumbling and knocking his gun away in the process. Popping up she bounced on the balls of her sock covered feet grinning at him. 

"Who are you?" Was he curious or did he just need another moment to assess the situation? 

Her form was impeccable. This girl clearly knew her way around a fight. Blood was already staining half her head. A bone-like smirk was slashed across her pale, angular face. 

Instead of answering she threw a punch towards his stomach. He blocked with his metal arm but had to spin to avoid a second kick to the skull. 

She didn't even flinch.

Was she laughing? 

It would have been one of those pretty, husky laughs. Had there not been blood on her knuckles. 

He was on the defensive. Forced to block her onslaught of punches and kicks. One after the other they kept coming. Fast, precise. 

There was something vaguely familiar about this girl. Cold, calculated. Couldn't she be....? 

He landed a kick to her chest. Sending her into a backwards tumble. The momentary relief was short-lived. Before he knew it she was on her feet. Riping a butterfly knife out of the waistband of her black cargo pants, snapping it open and flinging it at his head. He ducked and the knife embedded itself in the doorframe. 

But she was on him again. Grabbing him by the neck and slamming him back into the wall. Her unnatural strength left his head ringing. He had to grapple with his own vibranium arm to escape being choked.

A cruel smile tugged at her rosy lips as she studied his face. Her skin was deathly pale, her eyes were green. But a golden green. Like ferns, or apples. 

It was slightly unsettling. Her whole being spoke of gentle, sweet things. But here she was jamming her thumb into his throat. 

Giving him the opportunity to grab her arms, turn and slam her into the wall in his place. 

She squirmed but he held her hands firmly by her sides. 

"You know I can help you right?" He breathed through his teeth, "I can get you out of here."

She spat blood onto the floor and met his eyes, speaking with a slight accent, "What makes you think I want to leave?"

Cracking her neck, she tilted her head innocently and kneed him in the balls. 

He went down like a sack of bricks. A sack of bricks which she kicked across the floor. 

Sprawled on his back he looked to the right and saw his discarded headpiece. Grappling he lifted it to his ear.

"Sam you better get your ass down here right now or I swear-"

"Bucky what the hell is-"

But he was cut off when the girl knocked the small microphone from his hands. Replacing it with a knife at his throat.

Before he knew it she was straddling him. Her muscular thighs pinning his arms to his sides. 

"Who are you?" He gasped, her knife scraping the stubble up his neck. 

Leaning in, her chest brushing his and her breath tickling the top of his ear. "If I knew that, do you think I'd still be here?"

Before he could answer she rolled off him and across the floor. Dodging Sam, who had finally got his act together and showed up. 

"Man, what the hell is going on?" Sam growled, reaching down to tug Bucky to his feet.

"I have no fucking clue."

They turned to find the girl ripping a machete from the mattress of her suddenly upturned bed. She threw the knife in the air and caught it, pointing the blade directly at the two men.

"You think they anticipated us?" Sam questioned, taking a step back. 

"What do you think?" He spat in response. This was way too much to deal with on a Monday morning. His head was already starting to pound.

Sam cursed from the doorway. "We gotta move Barnes. Backup's on the way."

Despite everything a part of him didn't want to leave this girl. Even though she'd almost slit his throat, and knocked his brains in and... Yeah he should probably just leave her. 

He backed into the door, took one last look at the girl and ducked out into the dimly lit corridor. 

He looked back just once before turning down the next passage. He found the girl watching him from the doorway. And could have sworn he saw her collapse in a heap, like a puppet with no strings.