◦○DAYBREAK○◦ Bucky Barnes

twenty seven

[THIRD PERSON POV]

The ride to Montana was quiet, everyone sat around doing their own thing, awaiting the landing. Davina sat on the floor, her head resting against his shoulder. Her eyes scrolled along the page of her book, taking in every word.

Bucky's flesh arm was wrapped around her waist, his hand occasionally playing with the fabric of her hoodie.

"What part are you up to?" Bucky whispered in her ear, sending light chills up and down her spine.

She furrowed her eyes brows together. "Someone just died." She whispered back, not wanting to disturb the silence of the flight.

"Who?" Bucky murmured, leaning his head to rest on top of hers.

"I don't know, pretty sure he's blond though... And he was radiating Capricorn vibes." She answered, fighting the smile that threatened to form against her face.

Bucky pulled away from her and looked her in the eye, wearing a confused expression. "You've been reading for the past two hours and you don't know the names of the characters?" He chuckled.

"Well my brain fell asleep thirty minutes ago..." She purred, resting her head against the ships wall and placing her book beside her.

Bucky sighed. "I'm pretty sure we're here now anyway's doll, come on." He stood up and offered her a hand.

The pair made their way towards the front of the ship where everyone was now gathered. Davina glanced out the window, all that was visible for miles was woodlands. A small smile grew on her face, she knew these woodlands, they were close.

Davina cleared her throat. "HYDRA's air detectors reach out 3000 meters, you'll need to land somewhere before then."

Tony flinched from his seat as pilot at her statement. "You could't have told me that earlier kid?" 

"Sorry, I thought you knew-"

"How the hell would I know that?" He grumbled.

Davina shrugged and felt the ship begin to decent. "We're lucky there's room to land here, otherwise HYDRA would have seen us coming before we even landed." Tony rolled his eyes while speaking.

Davina towards the array of weapons with Clint. Her eyes grazed over the multiple death traps in front of her. Barton glanced at her and smirked. "Most of us have a signature weapon, for you, I presume it would be your.. your weird hand thing."

Davina rolled her eyes at him, still focusing on the weapons before her.

"I wouldn't completely rely on your fire if I were you, take a couple knifes, guns, whatever your thing is." He shrugged, grabbing a bow and sheath of arrows before walking towards Natasha, who was already clipping her guns into their holsters.

Davina hesitated, furrowing her brows together before reaching for two twin knifes. She hadn't leaned how to fire a gun yet, so those would be useless, the only other thing she thought she would be able to manage is a knife.

She slid them into two separate sheaths, one on her waist and one on her upper thigh. She turned around and smacked into Bucky's chest.

"Jesus, how long have you been standing behind me creep." She groaned, rubbing her cheek.

He ignored her. "That's not enough." Bucky spoke, gesturing to the knifes strapped on her body.

She jumped slightly when he grabbed a knife from the table behind her and slid it into a sheath on her back. "I didn't even know that was there." She mumbled. "Thanks."