Friends with Fire // Bucky x Oc (Discontinued For Now)

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I know I only have a minute or two until someone who works at the hotel finds me and I quickly pull the hotel key card stashed in a special compartment of my bra.

“Excuse me, this isn’t a public parking garage,” a very bright blonde says, walking over to me, a stern look on her doll-like face.

With a slightly annoyed sigh, I pull off my helmet, choosing to ignore the look of surprise on her face. “I’m staying here,” I say evenly, showing her the key card.

She opens her mouth to say something but it seems to lodge in her throat and she looks between me and the card. “Uhm…” she trails off, still looking back and forth.

“Is there a problem?” I ask, trying to keep my annoyance from showing.

“N-... no. My apologies Ma’am,” she says quickly, the sternness dissolving from her expression, replaced by a look of wonder.

“Could you have someone watch my bike? I have to grab my bag,” I say, stepping off the bike and placing my helmet on the seat.

“Of course. How long will you take?” she asks.

“Maybe five minutes,” I respond with a shrug.

“I can wait then,” she says, giving me a small smile.

“Thank you.” I walk to the elevators and go up to the lobby. I interrupt the receptionist before she can ask me anything. “I’m going up to my room,” I say, showing her the key card.

She quickly shuts her mouth, giving a curt nod. I get into the other set of elevators and resist the urge to groan when an elderly couple gets in as well. The man presses the button for their floor and the elevator starts up. They get off at their floor and I wait impatiently for the elevator to get to my floor.

I nearly blast open the door when I reach my floor and walk to the room, tapping my key card on the sensor. It beeps, granting me access and I walk in and to the walk-in closet opening the wardrobe. I feel around on the back part until the secret compartment opens and with a relieved sigh I extract my backpack. I put everything back to how it’s supposed to be and check through my bag, making sure everything is there.

“Now what?” I whisper to myself, looking around. I know the location of a safe house, which actually counts as a safe house, not far from where I am. Deciding that I’m going there I make my way back to the parking garage and my stolen motorcycle.

I find the blonde girl running her hands lightly over the seat, her back to me. “Do you want a ride on it?” I ask, startling her.

She turns quickly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Uhm… Would-... would I what?” she stutters, staring up at me wide-eyed.

“I asked if you wanted a ride on it,” I repeat, smirking slightly.

She glances down briefly at the bike again before her eyes flick up to my face, an unspoken question in them. “Maybe later,” she says a bit coyly.

“Suit yourself,” I respond, reaching around her to grab my helmet. “Well, it was a pleasure meeting you,” I murmur, placing my helmet on my head and seating myself. “Until next time,” I say, a smug smirk on my face as I flick my visor down and start out of the parking garage.

I stash the motorcycle in an abandoned garage, under a very beat-up tarp, a few blocks away from my safe house, and walk the rest of the way there. I reach the petite building and slip into the alleyway that leads to the small back patio area. I lift one of the plant pots, revealing a glimmering key underneath, and use it to unlock the door, stepping inside.

I do a quick sweep of the house before feeling relaxed enough to take care of myself. I take a long cold shower, wash my hair and body thoroughly, eat, drink some water, and meditate for almost an hour.

Feeling rested and refreshed I go through my bag again figuring out what I have. My mask, two changes of clothes, my phone, my wallet, the small case holding my extendable staff, and three cans of spray paint, one white, one black, and one cobalt blue.

I spin one of the cans on my palm before putting them back into my backpack and zipping it up. Is this a dumb choice? One-hundred percent. Am I gonna do it anyway? Hell yeah!

I lock the door behind me and start down the street. I walk for about twenty minutes, paying close attention to my surroundings so I can remember how to get back to the house. I slow, noticing a completely blank brick wall, just enough off the side of the road that it can almost be hidden but visible enough that people can see it if they’re walking.

A small smile appears on my face and I duck between the two buildings and pull my mask on, removing the spray paint cans and placing the white and blue down, keeping the black in hand. I keep my bag and the cans close by in case I need to make a quick escape and turn my attention to the wall.

I square off a large section of the wall with the black and carefully fill it in. I cap the can and place it down, picking up the blue. I contemplate the large black rectangle I had sprayed before starting on cloud shapes throughout it. Finishing with the cloud shapes I take the white and add highlights to the clouds along with a handful of stars dispersed between the clouds.

Completing the piece I put my spray cans back into my bag and step back, admiring the wall. I take my phone out and snap a quick picture before removing my mask and putting it into my bag as well. With a nod to myself, I slowly start making my way back to the house. I return and grab a glass of water, slowly sipping it as I post the picture I had taken to my Instagram, which is entirely of pieces of art I’ve made.

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I don't really like this chapter...