Buried Knives (A Bucky Barnes enemies to lovers story)

Part 5: Lighter Binds

"Barnes, I swear if you-" Sam stumbled to a halt in the doorway. Then swivelled to glare at Bucky. "What the hell Barnes?"

"What?" He shrugged. Not breaking eye contact with the girl.

They were in the middle of an intense battle of wills.

She was glaring at him. The literal embodiment of the word "Seething". He had her tied to a dining chair with some electrified cuffs. Her lip was split, dried blood stained her pale neck, and a large purple bruise marred her face's right side, making her eyes look even more piercing. Only now did he notice a large, badly healed scar under her left eye. 

Well, at least now they were matching.

Despite all of her injuries, she didn't sulk or slouch or wallow pathetically. Her back was pin-straight, her eyes burned. Her calm was slightly unnerving. A tiny traitorous part of his heart clenched, she reminded him of Natasha.

He shook his head. "I found the girl," he announced.

"I can see that," Sam answered, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. "But why is she tied up in your hotel room?"

"Where else was I supposed to put her?"

"Anywhere. Literally anywhere else." Sam shook his head. "How are we supposed to get all that blood out of the carpet?" He gestured to a particularly gruesome splattering.

Bucky didn't even know if that blood was hers or his. "Hydrogen Peroxide," he mumbled and went back to watching the girl. Something about her intrigued him. For one, if she hadn't slipped he was doubtful he could have overpowered her at all. Not just anybody can manage that. 

"Bucky you're not even listening," Sam grumbled, waving his hand at Bucky."We've got an unsanctioned hostage tied to a chair in a hotel room. S.W.O.R.D are gonna be pissed. And you're too busy having a staring contest."

Finally, Bucky glanced at Sam, "She is some type of Hydra assassin. She attacked me in the bathroom at Grind Jar looking for the Drive." He dug the small USB out of his pocket and flicked it at Sam who caught it with one hand, inspecting it for damage. 

"What did you expect me to do?" Bucky continued, "I brought her here to ask some questions."

"OK, but why does she look like she got hit in the face with a jumbo jet?"

Bucky crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. "She wasn't cooperating," he grumbled

Sam scoffed and stepped closer. Eyeing up the girl. She lifted an eyebrow at him but other than that was blissful silent.

Trying to get her out of the coffee shop bathroom and to his hotel had been tricky, to say the least. When she wasn't knocked out she was snarling and cursing, doing anything she could to break free from him. In the end, he'd had to gag her simply to shut her up.

"I wouldn't get too close," Bucky advised. "She spits. Like a llama."

Sam snorted. The girl's eyes snapped to Bucky, burning. He just smirked at her. Oh, how the roles were reversed.

"You know I've gotta call this in right?" Sam gestured to the girl with a thumb, already pulling out his phone.

"Why?"

"Because the Commander will have my ass if I don't." Sam didn't even look up, he was already thumbing something into the keypad.

The phone started dialling and Sam made to step out of the room. He stopped the phone to his ear and pointed at them both. "Don't pull any more of that jumbo jet shit while I'm gone."