The Unholy War

4

"Hello, angel." Bucky cooed as he walked up to the right side of Tony. Tony was the second in control of hell, and was the one who commanded satan's army. He was dressed to impress as always, his suit perfectly pressed and rose tinted glass sat neatly on his nose. Sam joined him on the right, crossing his arms puffing out his chest.
The opposite was Fury, the archangel in charge of the heavenly guard. Dressed more like hitman then the angel he was. A thick black leather coat hung almost down to his ankles, black turtle neck and black army style pants. To his right stood Steve, on his left was Clint.
"Shut it, demon." Steve hissed back, Fury snapped his hand.
"I see we have a small problem on our hands." Tony finally said, smirking.
"A small problem between us can turn into a much larger problem." Fury stated.
"Only for the losing side." Tony quipped back, Bucky blew a kiss at Steve knowing how to get under his feathers.
"We are not going to get into that. What we need to figure out is a solution to this problem. That way the accords can stay instated, without massive mortal casualties." Fury clasped his hands behind his back, hooking his head for Tony to follow.
"And there is a problem with that? You get some souls, I get some souls. Sounds like a win win to me." Tony clipped as he walked with the man, Bucky following his commanding demon just as Steve did.
"Earth isn't ready for another all out war. We need to keep this as civil as possible."
"We have been civil." Tony smiled at the man innocently. Doing what demons do best, pissing off the angels.
"You hear that cherub, we have been civil." Bucky kept his voice low, only loud enough for Steve to hear. Steve rolled his eyes, trying to restrain himself from slapping the antagonizing demon.
"Civil? You call blasting an entire bar into nothing but cinders by the use of hell fire civil?" Fury's voice rose a pitch.
"Trust me, Barnes could of done a lot more damage. You know that as well I do, since he was your most prized archangel." Tony grinned, Fury's lip twitched with anger. He could hear Bucky growl from behind him knowing he had pissed him off as well, reminding him just far he fell.
"The issue isn't just with him. Your kind seems to have slipped into every nook a cranny of this planet. It's making it harder to keep the accords in place." Fury lowered his tone, calmness coming back out.
"The accords are old news, we've been meaning to have a new discussion. Rewrite them, we were promised far more then we got." Tony's words were cold as he stopped and turned to the angel.
"That's not up for you to decide, nor is it mine." Fury's tone turned just as icy, the blade of light slipping down from his hand.
Bucky turned to face the angels, his attire slowly changed. Gone was the black leather jacket slowly desolving in black wisps of smoke. Replaced by a black tactical jacket, the left sleeve ripped, exposing the metal arm beneath. His black jeans turned to military style cargos, his running shoes were now combat boots.
In his hands poised ready for a fight was was an obsidian sword broad all the way to the tip, the metal twisted and knarled at the base. His eyes had gone black.
"Stand down Fury." His voice hollow and empty.
Steve did his own change, gone were the denim jeans and sneakers. Gone was the coat and t shirt. Light swirled around him, sliver armor snug across his chest, his massive arms were bare. Silver metal hung loose a cross his thighs, his massive wings exposed behind him. In his own hands was his own weapon, the thin silver sword beamed in the sunlight.
"Demon, it would be wise to put your weapon away." Steve's voice commanded.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? Jealous of the size?" Bucky lifted an eyebrow a glint of evil in his eye. Tony held his hand up, shushing the demon, Bucky smirked at Steve.
"You might want to control your rebel." Fury growled, glaring at Tony. "He can go from your most loyal warrior to a traitor, very quickly."
"In his defense, you did pull the blade first." Tony responded calmly, Buck seethed at Fury for his comment. "And he is loyal, very loyal."
"I am beginning to think this meeting was a waste of my time." Fury pondered out loud. "Tell your man to stand down."
"Not until you put the blade away and feathers over there stands down as well." Tony remained calm during the tense situation.
Meanwhile to the average eye, all any mortal would see is Clint and Sam having a very awkward conversation. No one could see the four men, as they had made themselves invisible to mortal eyes.
"This is not what I had signed for." Sam exclaimed rocking back on his heals.
"Tell me about it." Clint chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "How long you been a demon anyway?"
"Couple of decades, that idiot over there that damned me he said that there would be women." He laughed half heartedly. "didn't help he had that red head on his arm."
"Yeah, Bucky has a way for painting pictures with words." Clint looked over as the tense situation started to rise between the good and the evil.
"Guessing you know him." Sam remarked looking over.
"Used to. Knew him better then anyone else." He sighed, he knew Bucky well enough to know that he would not back down from the situation starting to form till the threat had passed.

"You don't want this, tell your man to stand down." Fury hissed, his grip tighten on the blade in his hand, eyes flicking between the demons.
"He will, once you discharge the blade of light and your buddy there changes out of the medieval suit."
"Alright have it your way." Fury lunged, time slowed down. In that split second, Tony disappeared in a thick column of smoke. Bucky dived in, sword catching the blade. Steve swung his sword, Bucky catching it mid swing with his metal hand.

"Shit!" Sam stated, Clint sighed as they both jogged over their clothes changing as the reached the fight.
"I am to old for this shit!" Clint shouted, pulling the bow from his back.