It was Hell on Earth.
People were screaming everywhere, but it was nothing compared to the loud squeaking noise of the machines and the reeking, hot scent of butter and sugar. The fair..., you shivered.
Families and groups of friends were happily running around, making you feel dizzy as you tried to find your target. You wanted to push everyone out of your way, but instead you dodged between them. You stopped to have a good look around at your surroundings, turning on yourself in the crowd.
Soon people started to raise eyebrows as they walked past you, their eyes scanned you from head to toe. You rolled your eyes, choosing to focus on your mission rather than their sly smirks.
Yes, you were wearing a tight spandex black suit, so what? It was your battle outfit and it made you feel confident and strong. The kind of feelings that make saving the world a bit less stressful.
"I lost him, he was heading for the wheel," Natasha said through the com, she was obviously running.
The wheel was at the other end of the fair, where Steve was supposed to be. "Cap?" you called out twice.
"Kinda distracted at the moment," he replied, talking over the uproar of people cheering in the background. "You know what happens when a man dressed as a flag enters a fair?" he asked sarcastically and before you could reply Tony interrupted.
"Is it the same thing that happens when a guy walks into a fair wearing a gold titanium alloy? 'Cause I might have a slight idea," he remarked in the same tone.
"Enough with selfies, we have work to do!" Sam grumbled and you saw him fly above your head, heading straight to the wheel.
You could have sworn that Tony muttered a he's just jealous and you would have said something, but the dangerous criminal was standing in front of you. You immediately ran after him.
"I have eyes on the target." Your voice was breathless. "He's- oh, shit!" you gasped out loud, scaring your fellow teammates.
"Talk to me! What's going on?" Steve shouted.
"He's just entered a fucking corn maze," you explained, following the man with apprehension.
Your teammates asked you to be careful, Sam mentioned he was on his way. You mentally cursed yourself for following without backup.
You turned at a corner, your gun raised high. Your eyes quickly scanned your surroundings, but no one was there. It was nerve-racking. Your hands were shaking with concentration and fear. A corn grazed your shoulder making you jump out of your skin, your index finger tickling the trigger.
"Sam, I saw four birds fly over me. Where the hell are you?" you muttered under your breath, slapping the facetious corn out of your way.
"Wings are down," he replied out of breath. He must have flown into something.
You realised that you were now on your own and swallowed nervously before you continued to walk deeper into the maze. The day was waning, the sun was setting and the dusk cast ominous shadows over the corn maze. Slowly, you moved forward when a man holding a chainsaw came out of nowhere.
You closed your eyes shut and screamed, the sound echoing around the maze. The man covered with fake blood shouted louder until he noticed your gun and backed off, tripping over his own feet in his haste.
"Don-don't hurt me!" He discarded the chainsaw and put his hands up in surrender.
You had been about a hair away from pulling the trigger and sighed forcefully when you understood he was just an employee.
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Bucky Barnes One Shots
FanfictionA collection of one shots, from modern au to canon, angst, fluff and smut. * = smut. please do not read smut if you're under 18. Chapter 1: Dream House. tw: angst ~500 words Chapter 2: Fair Play. tw: fluff, violence ~2k Chapter 3: A Cold Hearted M...