El Mañana - A Bucky Barnes FanFiction-

Psycho

Our house is burning
When you're raising hell
Here in the ashes
Your soul cries out

But don't be afraid of these thunderclouds

- LSD "Thunderclouds"

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Joanna stared, captivated by the rear of the man who walked before her.

Well, it wasn't really a walk. The former Hydra agent would never categorize Winters as a man who walked. He marched, he prowled, he was as silent and deadly as a viper, and walking didn't make him a lethal weapon.

But in moments he did leisurely pace, with a calculating look in his eye as he surveyed his surroundings. Joanna loved to admire the width and power in his stance. Currently, she was experiencing a great deal of warmth in her belly from ogling him too much, she was pretty sure he knew.

He glanced over his shoulder, his lonely eyes meeting hers.

She gulped, lust flaring within her.

He knew.

"Can you keep at my pace?" Deadpool's irritated hiss brought her out of her turbulent thoughts. She was immediately reminded of the injured woman in the middle, who was currently using Joanna and Wade as clutches.

"Sorry" Joanna muttered apologetically and steadied her hold around Frankie's waist, that was practically soaked in sweat and the stench of drying blood.

They trailed through a lone forest. They had hidden their mode of transport a good few miles away. Frankie promised she could brave through the longest route to her shelter to avoid Hydra, but Joanna could tell the woman wasn't in the best shape, beads of sweat littered her pale forehead.

"We are here." Frankie abruptly grunted snapping the rest out of their thoughts. Bucky tensed and turned sharply to face the female. Joanna looked between the two and couldn't help but notice a certain bit of animosity in Frankie's eyes as she looked upon Winters.

However, it wasn't uncommon.

"There is an abandoned airfield up ahead."

"An airfield, here?" Bucky demanded skeptically, his sharp eyes darting about the tall pine trees.

"It's from the pearl harbor days, I don't know the history I just know it's safe, for now." She grumbled.

The metal doors Bucky and Deadpool pulled at, groaned and creaked in protest. The steel wheels rolled stiffly over its grating. The damp dusty smell of the air within the confines of the air base made Joanna's nose crinkle is distaste.

She helped the wounded woman into the shade as Bucky closed the door behind them. The base was empty except for a few steel tables for engineers that were pushed to the far corners. Joanna saw what three doors spaced out within the large hall. Two directly in front of her and one on the far left. Frankie motioned to the open-door Joanna's attention was already on.

Joanna helped her to the room. Frankie paused to weakly flick on a light switch beside the door and a white fluorescent bulb illuminated the room.

It was small around ten by six feet. There was a single bed in the top corner, facing a desk full of black computer screens and dusty keyboards. The stench of old beans from the cans she spotted beside the messy table was almost too much to bear.

"Nice place Frankie, its very...cool."

Frankie could sense the lie in her fake enthusiasm.

"Admire it while you can, it will be abandoned after tonight." Frankie grumbled as Joanna set her gently on the edge of the bed.