Riley's Girl

Y/N And Bucky

-Y/N's Perspective- 

"Taking a nap uh? How-er-How permanent were you thinking?" you scoff out as you were writhing on the floor in pain, having listened to everything Bucky and Karli were talking about. 

It was hard to ignore the warm feeling you got at the fact Bucky was so worried about you, given the initial way he was with you and his relationship with Sam.

Karli looks down at you pained and panicked and it makes you scoff harder. "Oh don't give me that sorrowful look. Spare me that torture." you ridicule.

-A few hours later -- Bucky's Perspective-

As you walk to the side of him, you see him stood alone. In front of the lake as she instructed. No one was about, you made sure about that. 

"She finally sent you." Zemo speaks "You know what this means don't you?" He asks, gently. "Or haven't you figure that part out yet?" There's the condescension.

You just stand watching him, as he struggles to make eye contact with you. The way he was on edge with you was bringing you a lot more joy than you meant for it to be. 

"I don't have the time to hear anymore of your bullshit." 

"Sargeant-" Zemo begins to attempt to bargain, as he finally made eye contact and turned to walk towards me.

"We may not see eye to eye on anything else, but you have to agree..." he starts, you allow him to continue "it's clear what she's planning here." He gestures his arms outwards asif the obvious was right in front of me.

Whenever I knew or not, having to listen to his eccentric ways were getting too much and too tiresome. 

You both just stood there in silence staring at eachother, until he become too uneasy and finally looks away. 

"Stop wasting my time. Hand it over, so I can get it to Sam." You order, your patience was running thin and time was really of the essence. 

"Very well, good luck Mr Barnes." Zemo relents his usual antics and finally hands over the package that Y/N had left with him.

Whilst he's distracted, you raise the gun to aim it as his head "Y/N helped me with something too." pulling the safety back, you lock eyes with him. Watching him carefully. 

You hear the gulp, see the faster blinks, the pupils going wider, the sweat beading. It brought you a lot of joy.

But then you release the clench on your other fist and let all the bullets from the magazine and chamber clatter to the floor as Zemo watched.

As on schedule the familiar and rhythmic sounds of the Dora Milaje come marching in, spears in hand, uniformed and in sync without a fault, in full force and immediately grip onto and surround Zemo ready to take him back to Wakanda to face his crimes against them.

You watch as Zemo is confused by the bullets on the floor and the Dora Milaje. As he looks at you, you answer the question before he has chance to answer it. 

"We both thought that was too easy."

"Well played to you both." Zemo says genuinely.