Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Protection Squad

5. False Alarm!

December 16th - 2:46am

What am I doing after a failed gun class and some more training with Sam? Baking cookies. I've been baking since 5pm, and my last batch of cookies are in the oven. I made well over 100 of them, but Bucky's super-soldier stomach had eaten them ALL to Sam and I's dismay.

"Get out of the kitchen, Barnes. You don't get any more." I ordered sternly. The super-soldier was circling the oven in a vulture-like manner.

"I'll do what I want." He rolled his eyes hopping onto the counter next to me.

"Sam, get him out of here if you want any cookies." I groaned, only to be met with a snore from the sleeping agent.

"Looks like you're stuck with me." He shrugged. A smug smile, making an appearance.

"Okay, well I get atleast four cookies."

"That's reasonable." He nodded.

"Okay random question." I blurted. Hopefully this won't undo any of hard work I've put into the communication between Barnes and I.

"Shoot." He turned his face to examine my fidgety form.

"Why are we all of the sudden friends?" I started,

"I mean I'm not complaining - I'm just a little confused." I rambled, looking to the ground sheepishly.

"You remind me of someone I used to be close with." He replied, his body tensing up.

Slowly he let himself off of the counter, and held up a hand telling me not to follow.

"Bucky?" I called his name, clearly concerned with his actions.

"Take the handgun out of my waist-band and haul ass up to the safe room." He ordered, his voice low. He didn't even turn to face me, and his form looked like a mouse-trap getting ready to snap.

Not missing a beat, I approached him slowly and slid the gun out of his waist-band, peaking over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what he was seeing.

"Run." He practically growled.

However as soon as I turned to do so, Bucky's metal arm grabbed me and placed me directly behind his massive form, hiding me.

"Someone is standing directly in front of the back door, if you run you'll be directly in their line of sight." He whispered.

"Jesus, just let me in, soldier." The voice shouted from behind the door.

"Stand down Bucky, it's just Frank." Sam notified, walking past Bucky and I to let our new guest in.

     A man, who was almost easily compared Bucky's size, waltzed in with two massive duffel bags in hand.

"You're early." Bucky commented, a pinch of hostility audible. He then took the gun from me and slid it back into his waist-band.

"Had to be so those pricks couldn't follow me." He explained, his voice was low and gravelly - slightly intimidating too.

"Bucky, chill." I whispered, gently placing my small hand into his back slightly. Damn, his back kind of felt like a brick wall.

     His posture remained tense, but his arm that caged me dropped to his side, allowing me to introduce myself to Frank.

"Thanks for helping." I spoke up nodding to him.

"You need all the help you can get kid. You've really got yourself stuck in a shit storm." He chuckled darkly.