Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

I'm saving them

"Fucking shit its cold," I whispered, trying to keep up with the groups long strides through the two foot snow. Bucky chuckled beside me, his long hair whipping behind him as he slowed his stride.

"I would give you my jacket," he shrugged his shoulders, his voice jostling around from the running. "But one arm would be cold."

"Appreciate the thought Bucky," I nod to him before slowing my sprint down to a jog, slowly catching up to the rest that were slowing to a stop behind the last line of trees before the compound, a huge brick facility that looked nearly the size of our compound but old and decaying, nearly six floors high and seriously guarded as I could see twenty or more soldiers outside the perimeter.

Oh this is gonna be a bitch. So many bad guys, so many floors, a huge area to get lost in.

"On my sayso," Steve called through the coms, his voice echoing from in front of me. He glanced back, making eye contact. He nodded and smiled before turning to everyone. "Make it quick, disarm and disable. No one goes in alone, understood?"

Everyone nodded, in agreement with his orders. He glanced back at me and waved me up front, I hurried to his side, realizing that Bucky followed as well. "What do you want me to do?" I asked softly, sure he had a plan for me.

"I need you to focus on stopping the bullets like we practiced," he said softly, reminding me of the training a month ago where he had watched Natasha shoot real bullets at me. He about had a heart attack until he realized I could drop them with my telekinesis.

"Done deal," I nodded my head, knowing this would take a tremendous amount of concentration. I glanced back at Natasha and Clint, who were whispering to themselves and Sam, who was looking at redwing's schematics.

"Bucky," Steve made eye contact with Bucky and gestured to me. "Do not leave her side."

"Oh come on," I rolled my eyes while Bucky did the same.

"Like I would let Jazz hands get into trouble, what are you thinkin' punk?" Bucky retorted, Steve seemed to ignore that comment as he turned to Sam and pointed up, Sam nodded in understanding before he pushed off the ground and went sailing above.

"Avengers," Steve called out on the coms, his hand attached to the side of his head. "Assemble."

Is that a battle cry? Sounds a little dweeby. I might need to talk to him about that. Could be Avengers Asskickin' time.

"I won't forget the jazz hands comment," I told Bucky as he and I pushed through the bushes and tree line before the rest, but behind Steve because he has to run into danger at every chance apparently. I held my hands up, both splayed out as gunshots rang out and shouts of a different language warned of our arrival.

"I like your Jazz hands," Bucky teased as he leapt forward, grabbing a soldier by the throat and easily tossing him across a good three hundred feet into the building. As bullets fired and fell, I realized it would just be easier to grab the guns.

"Can I just have these?" I asked as I made a closing fist gesture, all of the weapons that had been in the soldiers hands came flying towards me. I stopped them a few feet away and dropped them down in the snow.

"You know that's sexy, right?" Bucky asked, lip twitched upwards as he shrugged his shoulders and waited for the bumfuzzled men to run towards us.

"You didn't answer my question, I like the shiny handled one," I pointed to a handgun that looked rather expensive, mother of pearl grip, he chuckled. Natasha was beating the ever loving hell out of two men while Clint was shooting arrows up at the overhangs where more weapon welding guards began to pour out. I held a hand up, clenching it again as all the weapons fell from their hands onto the ground below.

"You make fighting so much easier," Bucky commented as he took a few steps away and extended his leg into the chest of a running minion, sending him flying back in the snow. "All I have to do is hit and kick people away from you."

"I could shut this shit down right now but what fun would you guys have?" I asked as I turned around, watching Steve corral five men against the building, kicking and using his shield to bash their heads as they swung blindly at him. "See, he's delighted."

"You also will weaken if you use your powers much," Bucky reminded me with a knowing look, I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him. "Thirty minutes of nonstop usage and you're as strong as a kitten. Don't overdo it."

"That's when I'm using it continuously," I remind him.

"Romani, up high," I hear Sam in my ear, causing my head to jerk up towards the building's overhang, more soldiers, more weapons.

"Endless supply of artillery I guess," I grumble as I jerk the guns with a hand gesture and fling them across the landscape. Clint took care of the men, using an arrow that blew up like a grenade and crumbled the overhang. I glance over at him and frown. "You couldn't have done that last time?"

"I'm saving them," he shrugs. He runs to catch up with Natasha who's shouting for us to follow Steve inside the two large metal doors, which I had missed.

Bucky and I ran to the door, him grabbing my waist to push me behind him as we pulled up the rear of everyone filing in and taking out stray soldiers coming from each side, they were everywhere and I couldn't focus on all of them, so I just started reaching out each arm and pulling them back, making weapons of all sorts clabber to the floor.

Bucky was behind me, fending off unarmed men that rushed to attack, his grunts and groans of hand to hand combat distracted me slightly. Anxiety began to surge through me as I noticed even more men with guns approaching, we were surrounded at every corner.

And all I could think of was Steve near the west corridor, taking on five men without guns and Bucky behind me, taking on an unknown amount to keep them away from me, Natasha fighting her way through three men and Clint and Scott were battling together against a slew of them.

And here I am frozen. Ball up, Romani.

I push away the fear and grind my teeth as I think of all the metal in the room, all the weapons and pull with all my might. The sounds of metal scrapping and clabbering together as they meshed into a large ball as I lifted it high above us, pushing it until it turned into a wrecking ball and smashed through floor after floor until it was out of sight and out of the facility, probably on the roof. I started swinging my hands, jerking three men away from Steve who was kneeled on the floor, his hands pulled behind his back as he was being pummeled. I turned and threw my hand out, slamming two men into the wall behind Natasha, she gave me a quick smirk before bounding off to Clint, who was bowless and on the ground being kicked.

I turned around, seeing Bucky struggling with four men, two on each arm and punching. I shoved both hands out and pulled them apart, dividing the men and sending them smashing through a hallway on one side and through the doors and out in the snow on the other.

"You alright?" he asked, blood trickling from his nose.

"Me?" I snorted, ignoring the weakening feeling through my bones. Using so much energy was draining me, I don't know how much more I have left in me. "You look like shit."

"Thanks babe," he rolled his eyes and wiped the blood off on the back of his sleeve.

"Hm," I smirked and turned around, noticing Steve pushing himself up with a panting breath. "You alright over there old man?" I questioned, stepping over a few unconscious men. I stepped up in front of him and shook my head. "You got a boo boo too."

"Thanks," he smiled through deep breaths, he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss to my forehead before turning to look down a hallway. "Sam says the fourth floor is where the hostages are, the stairwell is this way."

"Yeah I know, he's annoyingly in my ear too," I tease, pointing up at my ear that had been buzzing with chatter since I had put it in, only ignoring it unless needing the information.