We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Bucky Barnes x Reader

6 || The Winter Soldier

You've been in your fair share of awkward situations before. Some still burn your cheeks when reminded of such as the multiple incidences when you had walked in on Howard making out with his newest hook up. Others have aged well enough to bring laughter like when your grandmother instructed you to treat your elders with respect to which you felt the need to correct her by saying you're old enough to be her grandmother...Then there's the moments like your current predicament which will surely bring no feelings of amusement or embarrassment, but rather a burn of irritation instead.

Only a few hours ago, you learned that HYDRA had been pulling the strings in the organization you've both co-founded and worked for throughout the span of not one, but two life times yet here you are, stuck unwillingly rubbing shoulders with one of the assholes who just can't seem to keep his mouth shut despite currently sitting in a car with a pair of soldiers, an assassin, and a very pissed off 'coworker'.

"HYDRA isn't going to like this...They don't like leaks. Do you have any idea what they're going to do when they find out about this?"

"I'm sure it can't be any worse than what I'll do if you keep yapping in my ear," you huff, roughly elbowing Sitwell without little regard towards his 'personal space'. If anything, you've been trying to provide as little of that luxury as possible, keeping your left leg and arm stretched out to keep him squeezed into the smallest corner of the car," you know, if I wanted to listen to whining, I'd be scrolling through social media right now."

He glares at you, but at least shuts his mouth for once even if it'll only be a brief break.

"Not to rush anyone, but Project Insight's set to launch in 16 hours. We're really cutting it close here, don't you think?" Natasha reminds, leaning outside of the atmosphere of your bitter attitude into that of Steve's own boiling annoyance.

"We'll be using him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly. It shouldn't take too long if everything goes to plan," Steve explains, which is satisfying enough for Natasha, but not for Sitwell who's quick to take her place leaning forward.

"Are you kidding me?! Have you not been listening to a single thing I've been saying this entire time?!" When you try to nudge him out of your space, he flops back yet continues to furiously voice his objections," that's a terrible idea! A terrible, terrible-"

You're sure whatever words he planned on saying next would've been useless anyways, so there wouldn't have been too much concern in the way he suddenly shuts up if it weren't for the reason being the loud thud against the car roof. It draws everyone's attention, not just Sitwell's, yet it's only him who's ripped out of the vehicle and tossed into oncoming traffic by a metal arm that effortlessly smashes through his window.

The sound causes you to instinctively duck away, opening your eyes in shock to see both Sitwell and the arm gone, but before you can process any of it, Natasha releases your buckle and pushes you into Sitwell's old spot. Mere milliseconds later, a bullet hole cuts through your former seat.

Just as quickly as she had saved you, Natasha throws herself into the front, pulling Steve forward while kicking Sam to the side to prevent any bullets from striking them too. Steve then immediately puts the car into park which causes the wheels and brakes to screech and the attacker to be flung off the roof into the road ahead. Said man rolls once before managing to dig his metal fingers into the concrete, bringing himself to a halt and standing as if he had merely been knocked off his feet by a child.

You don't know exactly how much time passed within that moment. It felt like several minutes of everyone staring at the masked assassin who must be the Winter Soldier. In truth, only seconds passed before you notice the sound of an engine among the blaring car horns; one louder than the average SUV or car and seemingly gaining closer.