You Mean Everything To Me (Avengers/OUAT Fanfic)

42. It's Kingsley to you

[Willow]

"Mission report, December 16, 1991." The man asked, but Bucky didn't answer. Instead, he heard my crying, which had now reduced to soft weeping. He stalked up to me and looked me in the eye.

"Buck. Please don't do this." I pleaded.

He pretended as if he didn't hear me and ripped off the door to the cage. He ripped off the clamps and picked me up by the waist. Without a moment of hesitation, he flung me against the wall and I landed with my front on the floor. I could tell by the pain that I had broken a rib. Before he could do more, Bucky stopped.

Cap was coming. The man instructed Bucky to attack the man who was about to come into the room, and lay on the floor, pretending to be injured.

Cap came into the room and picked up the man by the shirt, pinning him against the wall.

"Who are you?" Cap demanded. "What do you want?"

The man smiled. "To see an empire fall."

Just then, Sam walked in and Bucky attacked him. I couldn't stand to see Bucky like that, so while they were fighting, I took care of my wounds. I ripped off the bottom half of my shirt and wrapped it round my chest, trying to keep my rib in place. I tied my hair back and stood up, ready to help restrain Bucky, but he was gone. So was the man. All I could see was Sam lying on the ground, calling out to someone. I could hear a girls voice yelling.

I walked over to Sam and offered him my hand. He looked at me skeptically.

"Look, I know we didn't meet under the best circumstances, but I want Bucky and you want Rogers. Wherever Bucky is, Rogers will be there. We're on the same team." I said. He grabbed my hand and pulled himself up.

"What happened to your chest?" He asked.

"Bucky. Broken rib." I replied curtly. "Lets go." I said, starting down the hallway.

Sam followed me and we reached a large hole in the wall. "The guy broke your rib and you're still looking for him? Damn woman." He said as we followed the man from earlier.

"Bucky didn't break my rib. The Winter Soldier did." I said.

After a few moments, I heard a familiar British accent scream "WILLOW!"

I whipped my head around to se Tove, looking slightly worn down, but still amazing.

"You're bleeding!" She exclaimed.

"It'll be fine." I brushed it off. "Did he see you?"

"Yeah, but he got distracted by something upstairs." She said.

"Come on then!" I encouraged, starting up some stairs towards where the man was running. Tove told me and Sam where to go, so I went to find Bucky. He was fighting a black guy dressed in all black. I walked up to them, preparing for a fight.

"So you're Catfuck?" I asked, punching him in the stomach and kicking him in the back of the knee's forcing him to the floor. Bucky tried to run away, but I caught up with him, blocking a punch that he threw at me. We lived together. I knew Bucky. I knew his fighting style, his weaknesses, his strengths, and as much as he didn't know it, he knew mine too.

We fought like it was staged. Punch, block, kick, dodge, weave, jab, parry. We were a perfectly timed movement piece, flowing as one. Neither of us got seriously injured, we just attacked each other viciously.

Then, of course, Catshit had to intervene and kick Bucky in the back. I landed a blow on his cheek, giving Bucky time to jump down the side of a stairwell.