Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

He really is pretty.

We all filed in behind him, jogging down the hallway and up the stairs, cautious of any oncoming attacks but it was fairly easy getting up the stairs, I pulled up the rear with Bucky beside me. He wore a pissed off expression, angered by the fact it was Hydra and because he kinda got his ass kicked there for a minute.

It wasn't until we hit the fourth floor and everyone but me and Bucky had made it through the door that a metal tinging noise and sudden shouts created chaos.

"Grenade!" Steve had already walked into the first door, away from the grenade but was trying in vain to rush back to it when it exploded, sending him and his shield into Bucky who had turned to shield me but hadn't quite made it, who sent me sailing into the stair railing. I didn't even register the pain from the metal bars hitting my back, the painful slam of Bucky's body into mine or me flipping and collapsing the railing - I think I screamed but it happened so fast I'm not completely sure.

All I know is there is a metal grip around my ankle and I'm upside down.

I glance up, seeing Bucky straining and I think Steve on his back.

"Is this what you meant when you said you'd sweep me off my feet?" I ask nervously, with a chuckle, dangling four floors off the ground.

"Not exactly," he laughed out, relieved. He grunted and shifted, pulling me up a few inches. "Rogers, get off my goddamn back."

"Language, Bucky," I chastise, though I'm not really in any predicament to tell him not to curse, he's strong but that blast hit him hard, but it hit Steve harder. "Is he conscious?"

"Hard to tell," he grunted, freeing his other arm from some concrete cinders that had fallen with the explosion. He wraps his other hand around my ankle and pulls harder. "It's either he's knocked out or lounging back there."

"Oh," I breathe out, my head dropping from the gravity and blood rushing to it. "That's great."

"I'm here, I'm here," I struggle to look back up, spotting Scott at Bucky's side, trying to move debri to lay down and grab my other ankle. "Oh, these suits are slippery."

"Please don't drop me on my head," I plead, watching as Scott sends me a goofy smile.

"Wouldn't do anything to you," Bucky tries to joke. Nat and Clint stumble out from behind him, grabbing each of Steve's arms to drag him off Bucky but the weight distribution is wrong and he ends up sliding forward. He bares his teeth and drops his flesh hand to the ground beneath him, trying to hold himself back.

"I gotcha," Clint came up behind Bucky and pulled at his legs, giving him enough leeway to grab my ankle again, and with both Scott and Bucky's heavy grunts, they lifted me awkwardly and pulled me onto the gritty floor.

"Is he okay?" I asked Natasha, who was administering first aid, Steve's eyes were closed but he was breathing. I placed a hand to my head, jerking the com out of my ear at the same time. I handed it over to an exhausted Bucky. "I can't with Tony right now."

"I should ask if you are okay," Natasha glanced up, taking in my disheveled appearance before pulling some smelling salts from a pocket on her belt.

"A little woozy," I admit, blinking hard as the blood began to settle lower than my head and a pounding in my stomach and ribs began. "Where'd that grenade come from?"

"A few Hydra folks were left behind, we took them out," Clint said as he sat back against the crumbled wall, breathing heavily. "Hostages are in the last room, not the first."

"Fucking redwing," I grumble under my breath, glancing back over to Steve's limp body that wakes with a start, his eyes darting everywhere as he sits up quickly. Natasha just barely had time to move the smelling salts away from his face. "Hey Cap, that was a doozy, huh?"