BOND | Bucky Barnes

Natural Born

"Elena!"

As the door shook with a loud bang, Elena had already grabbed the magnum 44 pistol from the drawer, ready to aim as Fury had taught her. She approached the main entrance of the large villa. When the voice behind the door called her name again, Elena took a deep breath and pointed the gun at the door. She had done this many times in training and had accidentally shot Frank once, but she didn't know how to feel because the man had told her well done. Besides, she cared about Frank a lot because he was a father figure after Fury, so shooting an enemy was definitely not the same as accidentally shooting him. The door shook with a loud bang again. Was it about to break? She felt guilty as she cursed the two-meter-tall guards she had posted in front of the door. Who knew what state they were in?

"Elena, get out and get in that car of your own accord! Or I'll fill your beautiful brain with lead."

Elena jumped in her place while she was furious "Whose brain are you filling with lead, huh? Come inside if you dare, I'll make a new hole in your body, you son of a male-whore!"

She could swear that her face was red. Honestly, it was doubtful how much she could fulfill this threatening promise, but that was how Elena Van Houten was. Even if she was afraid, she wouldn't be afraid. She was determined not to go alone if she was going down herself. Besides, she had never bowed to any evil in her life. Even if it meant losing her life, she would follow the path she believed in.

When the door crashed to the ground with a bang, Elena was surprised by how cold-blooded she was. A dark, well-built man stood in front of her. He was wearing camouflage clothes, and there were guns in the pockets on both sides of the gun holder he was wearing. At any other time, Elena would have even joked about the kilos of gel in the man's hair, but now all she felt was disgust. She was looking at someone who was so low that he would break down the door of a woman's house at this hour of the night for money.

The man sneered in admiration as he examined Elena from head to toe. "You're even cuter than you look on the internet, but I didn't expect you to be so petite. Now that I see you like this..." he bit his lower lip, looking at the woman who had pointed a gun at him with a completely uncanny expression on her face. "Actually, I came here to drag you by your hair if necessary to the boss, but it's a bit embarrassing that they sent me for someone so petite. Maybe this is my lucky day. We can have some fun?"

The man headed for the steps of the platform that raised the doorway from the foyer floor where Elena stood. There were only five or six steps. Elena swallowed as she went down one. "One more step and I'll fill you up with lead."

"Oh, come on, I bet you haven't had any fun with all that saving the world stuff. Don't you miss spending time with a real man, Elena?"

"Stop calling me by my name! I don't even know you. I won't show respect to paid dogs, but you will show respect to me. Don't mention my name again!"

The man laughed as he took another step down. "I'll give you what you've been longing for," he reached for his belt. "And then you'll be a good girl and walk away from here with me."

"I don't want to hurt you, don't move!"

"Honey, what are you going to do? Are you going to shoot me? Your little hands can't even grip the whole gun. I can give you something else to grip."

Okay, this was getting more and more disgusting.

As the man grinned, Elena heard Frank's voice in her ears "If someone points a gun at you, they want to kill you. If you can manage to point a gun at them, kill them in a second, don't hesitate. Otherwise, you'll be dead in the next second. Don't pity them, Elena."

Elena quickly shot the man in the knee as he moved his leg to go down another step.

The man fell to the ground in pain but mostly in shock, "You little whore!" he muttered angrily. He hadn't really thought Elena would use the gun. In fact, he could have sworn that the gun was empty. He was that sure that she wouldn't be able to do it.

Elena gritted her teeth and aimed to shoot him in the cheek. "I told you to show me respect, didn't I?"

"You're dead, you crazy bitch," he said as he raised his hand to reach for his own gun. "When I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to kill you."

"The only bitch here is you!" Elena shouted, creating holes into both of the man's hands as they reached for the guns on the slings he wore. "Holy shit. Maybe I'm just a natural," she muttered, ignoring the man's screams of pain.

* * *

Whose idea was it to come to the bar? Bucky rolled his eyes as he sulked even more on the barstool. It was Tony's idea, of course. He had invited Steve and him over to celebrate a new partnership. He had sold a defense system to another country. Tony, the genius engineer... Steve was not able to get drunk thanks to the serum, and Tony, who was gulping down tequilas, was still very much himself, although he was still chuckling. When Steve's phone vibrated, he picked it up from the wooden counter and answered it. "Fury?"

Bucky was about to hit Tony, who had snatched his glass from his hand, but his eyes widened when he heard Steve.

"Tony's pretty drunk, I can't leave him like this, but I'm sending Bucky? Yeah, okay. Text him the address. Tell Elena I'll be there. I'll drop Tony off at home first. Okay. See you later."

Elena... Fury and Frank's adopted daughter, raised by a gay couple... Well, Fury and Frank was not gay but this was what everyone think. Also a pain in the neck who manages to get on Bucky's nerves every time they're together. Especially the way she flirts with Steve while looking into his eyes...

"Bucky!" Steve nudged the man's shoulder. "Fury's going to send you a location. I need you to go there for me."

"I heard, Steve, but since you offered to send me without even asking if I was available, I'm not going just for the sake of being a dick. Besides, I don't like that freak Elena."

"This is an emergency."

Bucky frowned. "It's not my emergency."

As Steve tried to contain Tony, who was giggling and touching his arm muscles, Tony asked, "Are these real? I thought you always wore some kind of costume or something. Holy shit! Steve, these are real. Can you lift me up with one hand?"

"For God's sake, Tony!" Steve pinned the man's body against the bar counter and turned to Bucky. "Bucky, this is very important. Someone tried to kill Elena. Fury is very worried."

"Damn! They couldn't manage to kill her?" Bucky slammed his non-metal arm into the table in frustration.

"James Buchanan Barnes!" Steve took a deep breath. "If you leave now, I'll clean the entire house for the next week."

"You're the one who cleans all the time!" Bucky protested.

"Okay, what do you want?"

Bucky rubbed his hands together, a grin spreading across his face. "You let Natasha do your makeup, and we'll take your picture and put it wherever we want."

"Oh my God!"

"That's my condition, if you accept, I'll leave immediately. Instantly. Like lightning. I'll be gone in seconds and guard that weirdo until you get here."

Steve agreed helplessly, wondering how he could convince Natasha not to do this.