Torn {Bucky Barnes FanFic}

Chapter 25

"Where do we go?"

"My house."

"Clint, no," I snapped. "We can't do that."

The breaks of a car screeched outside the building, and all of our heads shot up. I picked my bag up from the floor and shoved Fortis into my pocket.

"Come on," Steve muttered, ripping the door open. "We're going upstairs, we just need to get out of the building."

We rushed out of the apartment, immediately heading towards the stairs. Suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise from downstairs and the sound of elephant like footsteps.

"Go!" Bucky hissed, pushing me in front of him.

I stepped back, letting Clint, Steve, Sam, and Wanda run up the stairs. Bucky gave me a stern look as I sidestepped him and walked over to the stairs. I pulled my gun from the back of my jeans and aimed it down the stairs.

"I'll hold them off. I've got all sorts of shit in this bag, I can handle it."

"Then I'm staying with you!" He protested, yanking his own gun from his back.

"Bucky-"

"MOVE!"

He grabbed my waist suddenly, and dragged me down as a bullet buried itself in the wall I'd just been standing in front of.

"Jesus Christ!" I cried, "What the fuck was that?!"

"Let's go!"

He helped me up, and I glanced down the stairs. My stomach dropped as I saw the SWAT team members flooding the building. Bucky grabbed my arm and pushed me away from the stairwell before clicking the safety off of his gun and firing it rapidly.

"Buck!" I cried out, and he ducked away from the stairs.

"I'm shooting to stop not to kill. They'll all be fine," he muttered, urging me up the stairs. "They'll be fine. Go, we only have a little bit of time."

We started up the stairs, and soon reached the top floor. There was no sign of the other guys anywhere, and I looked over at Bucky helplessly.

"We have to split up."

"No," he protested. "I'm not leaving you."

"Just until we find out which way they went," I said. "It'll be fast, Buck, I promise."

He hesitated slightly before nodding. "Fine. If you see them, tell me."

I nodded in agreement and turned to the left as Bucky turned to the right. Holding my gun in front of me, I ducked into each room, looking for Clint and his bow or Steve and his shield.

"Freeze!"

I whipped around to find a group of SWAT members standing in the doorway of the room I was in, all pointing their guns at me.

"Oh, fuck," I muttered, keeping my gun up.

"Put your weapon down!" The man who was clearly the leader called.

"You put your weapon down."

"We do not want to shoot you!"

I sighed heavily. "Well, I don't want to shoot you either."

"Cara, come on. Put your gun down."

The SWAT guys quickly parted, revealing Natasha in the hallway. My heart sunk at the sight of her aiming her gun at me. I cleared my throat quickly and rose my eyebrows at her.