Astrild; Goddess of Love

Chapter 31 - Knives and Lies

Author's Note; As we have joined Agents of SHIELD I think that we should know where it fits in with their time line; pre. Season 2 Episode 12 or there abouts with references to Season 2 Episodes 16 and 22. Can't believe that I've reached 400+ reads, I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing. Comment and vote as always, FanGirl8ygc3804

Disclaimer Update; Once again the newly introduced characters are accredited to Marvel.

Coulson then spoke directly to Bucky and I, ''You two can make yourselves at home, feel free to make use of our spare bunks. As we are still on D.C. time we should be sleeping. Rogers, I need to speak with you in private.'' I shot Steve a worried look. He simply slipped his arm around my waist pulling me close,

''I'll be back before you know it.'' He kissed the top of my head in reassurance but before he could pull away I held onto his hand. He read the look of mistrust on my face, ''Even if a time comes when we can't trust SHIELD we can trust Coulson's team.'' I nodded in response and dropped my shields.

They left us then. Bucky and I sat in silence for a while. He even picked up a newspaper from the coffee table and I selected a book from the nearby bookcase but it wasn't long before both of us were fidgeting.

''I can't take this much longer.'' I voiced my discomfort as I got up, beginning to pace the room.

''How about some more training to take your mind off whatever they could be discussing?'' He suggested.

''They do their training in the cargo bay. Are you telling me that it doesn't bother you that they could be discussing that they are going to lock you up because you're a danger?''

''How can you possible know that?'' He answered ignoring my question entirely.

''Telepath remember. Does it honestly not bother you?'' I questioned him as we descended the stairs again.

''A little but Steve'll vouch for us. Just try not to think about it, alright?'' He said trying to make me feel at ease.

''OK, I just don't do well in a cage.'' I sighed knowing that was all he was going to say on that particular topic.

''MMA sparing?'' He casually asked.

''No thank you, I like my weapons.'' I pulled my dagger from its sheath.

''I can see why. One armed make it fair?'' He said admiring my heirloom of a weapon.

''I seem to recall you saying that you can manage one armed?'' I smiled slyly.

''Touché.'' After that last word we both got into a position ready for fighting. He pulled out a pocket knife at slashed at my neck, but I moved back in time and sent a wing to knock the knife from his hand. He released it but sensed and sidestepped my dagger's hidden attack.

I noticed too late that he had another knife and it nicked my upper arm. While he was looking pleased with himself, I recovered and threw my dagger upwards.

Diving between his legs I lay on my back; entirely vulnerable. As expected his brought his knife down to above my stomach for the 'kill'. At the last second my dagger reached my grasp and I held it above me to defend the attack. With my blade being the longer of the two it would have killed him and buried itself to the hilt before his so much as touched my skin.

''Stab, you're dead.'' I smiled at my winning stroke, ''You played right into my hands.'' I gloated moving my dagger so I would not hurt my friend in our 'play' fight.

''But so are you.'' He managed pull a gun from behind his back and shot three centre mass hits before he landed on the floor beside me. I managed to pull on my telekinesis quick enough to stop them. We both lay there breathless,