Alone Together

Let's end this

"Come on Bucky!" Steve exclaimed with an annoyed, yet amused tone.

"What?!" Bucky mimicked his voice.

"You promised!" Steve's arms swung to his hip, playfully glaring at his boyfriend.

"What?! It's true, I'm not playing! You are stronger than me!" the brunet shrugged helplessly, trying to appear as believable as possible.

"Your metal arm is much more stronger than mine Buck!" the blond reminded, arching a brow. "Stop letting me win!"

"But you're so cute when you do." Bucky finally admitted, flashing his famous 'puppy-face' at Steve, who huffed at him.

It was fun at the start, but ever since Bucky saw the smile that lit up his boyfriend's face when he won, their arm-wrestling fight wasn't that much challenging anymore.

"Lover boys?" Natasha called, making both the boys snap their heads to her. "I think I've got him."

Steve and Bucky walked to the red-hair and joined Sam and her at the table. As Nat's fingers tapped her laptop keyboard frantically, she finally hit the space bar and let her back fall against the back rest.

This was taken a day ago. she stated as an image appeared on the screen; a brunet man walking in a crowded place, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes from the camera, although his face structure was very familiar to the two boys: it was Davydov.

"And guess where he was," Sam asked, looking at the two boys, awaiting their answer, but Nat beat them to it:

"The Airport. He's here guys." Steve and Bucky looked at her, anyone could see that they were shocked.

"So, now what?" Bucky questioned, Steve glancing at him.

"Well, we suit up and go get him." Nat looked up at the two standing boys. "I just sent him an untraceable email from the Winter Solider."

Bucky's eyes flashed open as Steve leaned in and looked at the email Natasha had sent:

This is James Barnes. The Winter Solider. 

You want to fight me, do it like a man. 

Let's finish this.

"Whoa. Steve breathed. You think he'll buy it?"

At that, a small and quick BEEP sound was heard, a message popping up on the screen. Nat smirked as she clicked on it, exposing the mail she had just received from the man himself.

"He's given us coordinates." Natasha said, "Maybe his location."

"It's his location." Bucky assured. "He wants me to come to him."

"It's all a bit rushed don't you think?" Sam asked. "I mean, this guy is being completely reckless."

"Rage makes you reckless, believe me." Bucky huffed, pressing his back against the wall, as a tired sigh escaped his lips.

"All right," Steve crossed his arms. "That place will be swarming with guards and he'll surely be in a secured location."

"He might most probably expect you to come alone." Sam arched his brows ever so slightly at the brunet, who opened his mouth to speak.

"Which is not going to be the case." Steve blurted out before Bucky could say anything.

"What is that suppose to mean?" Bucky crossed his arms, confused. "You don't expect me to let you come with me, do you?"

"I don't expect you to expect me to wait for your permission to come." Steve turned to face his boyfriend. "That place will be full of guards who'll probably try to take you out as soon as you step foot on that base."