The Viper

Why did you call him?

We made it back to my apartment the next morning after walking all the way back. Our bikes were destroyed in the battle, and they must have known we were there the whole time because they were far away from the venue.

We got back inside and saw that my place was wrecked. Dreykov was right, they got the serums out of my apartment, and took them back to the Red Room. But, the only problem is, I'll have no way in if the Taskmaster is around.

After I showered, and wrapped a couple of my wounds, I went out to the living room to see Bucky on the couch. He was still in his suit pants, but his shirt was off showing the scars of his arm, and the chiseled nature of his chest. He looked up at me when I walked in. I was wearing my short spandex shorts, and a sports bra to allow my wounds on my stomach to heal without irritating them. I couldn't help but notice the scars that line his body, similar to mine. Yes I have no metal arm or anything like that, but the basis of our body markings are the same. The face scars from the mind machine, the whip marks on our backs. The only scar that I have on my body not from my time as The Viper, is the scar given to me by my former teacher, The Winter Solider.

He scanned my body, and his eyes landed on the scar on my left shoulder, not from the gunshot, or the knife from before, but from him. The fingertips molded into my skin were a reminder, not to me but to him of our past that we have never talked about.

"We need somewhere safe to go." I said, trying to get rid of the awkwardness of both of us being shirtless in the living room. "It's not safe here anymore now that the KGB knows where it is."

He stood up and walked with me into the kitchen. "I've got it, don't worry about it." He said, overconfidently I might add.

I knew he was up to something, and I didn't like to sound of it. I mean the last thing we both need is for us too get our cover blown even worse, and make deals or alliances with the wrong people.

I turned to him after getting a glass of water, and questioned his intentions.

"You got it covered now don't you?"

He nodded in response.

"Who did you call?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Bucky... who did you call?"

"It's fine don't wo-"

"JAMES. Who. Did. You. Call."

"Sam." He whispered.

"Oh that's just wonderful, like he's gonna help me. He never did when I was on the run without a pardon, sent you here to kill me, and –"

"Woah woah woah." Bucky interrupted, putting his metal hand up in defense, "I was never, ever going to kill you. I could never."

I shook my head in defeat. "Barnes you can say that all you want but you and I both know that if you had to do it you would do it in a heartbeat."

He looked down at the ground, soaking in my words. "Kat you are the one person in this world I could never do that to, and I've never thought of it."

I only wish those words were true. As much as I want to believe him, and as much as he is that person for me, I can't except the fact that he wouldn't have the nerve to stop me. I know I would.

"Don't say that. I'm not worth that anymore." I said turning around to leave the room.

Within a second, I heard glass shattering all over the floor. Bucky had thrown my glass to the ground in anger at my comments. My water went everywhere, and the glass shards were thrown all the way into the living room. I turned around and I jumped when the face of Bucky Barnes was a mere 3 inches from my own. He was panting in anger, eyes pushed together, and growling at the mouth.