Flickers | Bucky Barnes

Roleplaying

Bucky was officially the sane one out of the whole group, which was shocking and infuriating. He was the one with memory issues, the questionable mood swings, and the one whose judgement should be questioned. He didn't know what could have possibly happened in the 6 hours he had been sleeping, but clearly everyone had lost their damn minds. What just came out Karina's and Steve's mouth supported his theory and they were looking at him like he was the crazy one.

At this point, he was deliberately ignoring Karina as she stood next to his best friend, as his steel blue eyes were sending daggers at Steve for going along with something so idiotic. Sam was sitting quietly on the couch, watching the scene, opting out on voicing what to Bucky would be his unwanted opinions.

"No, she isn't going."

He couldn't even comprehend how any of them would even think it was an acceptable idea for Karina to tag along. He would think with the bruises on her body that were a nasty shade of blue and purple or the scrapes on her face would reinforce that she was not equipped to handle this type of battle.

The self-defense he taught her were for men that didn't possess a variation of the serum that ran through his veins. She wasn't trained to be in the field.

He didn't care they promised that she would remain in the Quinjet that would be their HQ far away from the battle, giving the best assistance as she could. He didn't care because those soldiers were already lethal before he trained them and a part of him knew no matter how much backup Steve was bringing, they could fail this mission and Karina would be caught in the crossfire.

Plain and simple, she was a liability.

And he knew his mind would be distracted, worried, about her being so close to the battlefield. It would risk the whole team.

"James," his nostrils flared as Karina began to speak as he side eyed her. "I know you don't approve."

He scoffed. "Really?" He tried to ignore the sting of her flinching at his cold tone. "You have no background in this. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Buck –"

"No Steve," Bucky said shaking his head and he could hear his plates involuntary shifting of the plates in his arm from the anger that was swirling through him.

"James, I would prefer to be there on the sidelines like a sitting duck, but I can't. Besides worrying about that all of you guys are going to be alright, I would prefer to not be arrested here and I refuse for you to get in even more trouble for trying to figure out would could happen to me if I'm not where you try to stash me."

Bucky pointed his right pointer finger in her direction, "You're not helping your case."

Karina scowled at him and the action slightly took him back and he went to open his mouth, but Steve stepped in between them sensing the discussion was going to escalate.

"Bucky, let's talk about this in private."

Bucky clenched his jaw as he felt there wasn't anything to even talk about, but he stalked out the room anyways with Steve hot on his tail.

"You don't get it." Bucky said as soon as the door to the motel closed and before Steve could get a word in. "I've lost everything, Steve. I have nothing except you and her." Bucky hated how his voice cracked slightly before he swallowed the fear that was bubbling in him. "You are already risking everything for this – me. I know you're more than capable in handling this." And Bucky won't outright admit it, but he hated it. He hated that he was putting Steve in danger. He was the one that was supposed to protect Steve. He technically died doing that exact deed. He thought about how almost 20 years of protecting his virtuous stubborn friend was hard to erase despite Steve's enhanced physiology. Bucky lets his wall drop as he looked at his friend, "But she's...it's bad enough I'm already worrying about you, I don't need her in the mix as well."