Annabelle Rogers - James 'Bucky' Barnes

Chapter Six

Letting the music and alcohol swirl through her body, Annabelle placed herself in the centre of the dance floor. Heated bodies dripped with sweat as wondering hands made their way around her warm skin. To intoxicated to notice and to mad to care.

The others watched on from the balcony, feeling they would be able to keep a closer eye on her from above. Natasha, Wanda and Steve talked while James sulked in the booth with Sam pulling fun at him. All sober and extremely irritated.

"I think it's time to leave"

"Steve, you know just as well as us. - She won't leave until she is ready."

Knowing Wanda was right Steve re adjusted his stance, throwing his arms across his chest at the sight of his sister. Up on the bar with two other women, dancing like they where at a strip club. Disgusting and cheap.

It wasn't until someone started getting very handsy with Annabelle that Steve's patience evaporated. Storming down the stairs, ripping the greasy hands off of his sister he recognised the face. One of her ex boyfriends, if you could call him that.

He was always sneaking in and out of the compound, keeping Annabelle out late. Getting her into all kinds of trouble and illegal substances. When he started to become abusive and manipulating Steve stepped in. Just like he was bout to do now.

"Hello, Joshua! - Came back for seconds?"

Taking a step back, Joshua stumbled through his swing at Steve. Joshua was on the same level as Steve hight wise, but no where near on strength, even Annabelle could take him down in a fight.

Rushing her up the stair case Natasha sat her down in the booth. Shaken from her memories rushing back Annabel quickly sobered up. Leaning into Wanda's chest, being rocked with comfort.

Nodding over, Natasha signalled the puzzled men to follow. Discreetly abiding James and Sam followed Natasha. Reaching the edge of the balcony they had a great view of Steve losing his temper.

"Is that who I think it is?" Sam questioned, wanting so badly to be wrong.

"Joshua? Yep!" popping on the 'p' already knowing what was about to happen next.

"He's an old ex of A.Bs" Sam explained to James. "He used to get her in all sorts of trouble. Got really abusive towards the end. She took out a restraining order on him and everything"

A firery rage washed over James as his jaw muscle popped. The thought of someone laying a hand on a female infuriated him, especially when that female was Annabelle. His Annabelle.

Jumping down from the balcony, James stalked over to the immature guy still giving lip to Steve. Buzzed hair and smug face. James was laser focused on his self assigned task. Pulling Steve out of the way. With one strong swing, Joshua was knocked down. His head bouncing off the ground as he fell into unconsciousness.

The club arrested with roars as Joshua's discusting companions charged towards the super soldiers. Getting knocked down one by one as they stepped forward. It wasn't until the sixth one fell that everyone else dispersed.

Hustling outside Wanda and Natasha carried the wrecked and intoxicated girl out, placing her into a cab before crawling in either side of her.

At the apartment Natasha helped Annabelle into the shower to get cleaned up. This night was an evening of emotions to say the least, happy to wash off any resonance of it down the drain.

Wanda was making her famous grilled cheese sandwiches in the kitchen when the boys came bursting in. Sam dropped them off at the building before heading back home, knowing he had to be up early to help his sister Sarah with the boat.