The Unholy War

10

"So what's up with the human?" Natasha asked Bucky as he pulled back on his pants, grabbing his shirt from next to the bed.
"What about her?" He tried not to snap as he sat down on the edge of her bed, to pull his boots back on.
"Possessive so soon." She said coyly, leaning up onto her elbow.
"She's mine." He glared over his shoulder at her, his black eyes held a hint of irritation.
"At ease Soldier. It was just a question." She held up one of her hands as he stood back up, snagging his leather jacket from the chair.
"Nat, it's a soul." He grumbled, pulling it on.
"Yes, but you've never brought anyone, human or demon, to the Dark Reign before. You always come a lone." She grinned knowing she made a point as his body tensed.
Bucky didn't utter another word as he walked through the open doorway and left. He stepped out of the back of the bar, into the open floor. Not a single demon was present as the bar had yet to open. He continued his march till he was out on the street, the cool morning air hit him.
He hated going to Natasha, he told himself every time it would be the last time. Yet he always found his way back to her, she was like a drug addiction. For a brief few minutes he could forget who he was, what he was. He snaked his way through the streets as traffic began to pick up, unsure of where he was going till he found himself in front of the diner where you worked.
That was till the night he had spent playing pool with you. You treated him different then anyone, human or demon, he had met. You didn't cower from him, didn't avoid him, hell his metal arm didn't scare you. He rolled his shoulder subconsciously at the memory of your look of fascination by it.
He stopped himself outside the front door, looking in. He could see you talking with a co-worker your arms moving erratically, excitement on your face. Bucky found himself smiling with you till he saw the new mark, the mark of heaven on your other wrist. A grimace formed on his face, before he vanished.

    "So you're telling me that you had not one but two amazing dates with two different guys and that's a problem?" Allison asked, grinning at you.
    "Cause what do I do? Steve wants to take me out again this weekend." You huff, leaning against the counter.
    "And the other guy? What about him?" She asked as she continued to wipe down the counter.
    "I haven't seen him since then, and I didn't get his number." You sighed, feeling disappointed.
    "So go out with Steve and forget the other guy, if he didn't bother to ask you out again or even ask you for your number then don't waste the time worrying about it." She replied, you knew she was right but you couldn't get your mind off of him. Those stormy blue eyes had you hooked, and left you wanting more.
    "You're right, I should." You sighed again, remembering the feel of him pressed against you. 

     "You asked her out again?" Clint asked him, staring at Steve in disbelief.
      "Yeah, I did." Steve replied, his hands on the metal railing to the abandoned train station. He looked out over the unused railroad tracks.
    "Are you insane?" Clint's voice rose as he grabbed Steve's shoulder forcing him to look at him.
    "Maybe, but it's like for the first time I don't have to be anything but me. I'm not second in charge of Fury's army, I'm just me, Steve. Not an angel." Steve confided in the man, Clint's eye turned to saucers at the confession.
    "Steve, listen to me and listen closely. Do not ever say that again, not even in a whisper." Clint lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear. "If Fury or the big man up stairs heard you even utter a single word you just told me you will be thrown into hell faster then you can blink. And then you will be tortured for a millennia."
      "I know, I trust you brother. It's the only reason I told you, you've had my back on so many occasions. I couldn't keep you in the dark. " Steve replied, he sighed as he looked back out at the tracks. For the first time in his long life he felt excitement, contentment.
     He smiled when he thought of last night, you trying to say the Latin he had taught you. The way you giggled, or how it felt to kiss you. He was lost in his thoughts till a sudden pull in his mind brought him back to reality, he looked over at Clint.
    "Well, there goes a relaxing day." Clint stated as the pull from heaven was summoning them to another part of town.

      They arrived stepping out of the heavenly light that mortals couldn't see. The ten car pile up was getting worse, as more cars continued to slide into the mess. It was across both lanes, and there standing dead center on a black sedan that was crushed in the center of it all was the reason why.
    Bucky slowly looked over his shoulder at the two angels bewilderment. His hair blew across his face as he sneered at them, his black eyes held a hint of humor in them.
    "Hello boys, a little late for the party aren't you?" He toyed with them as he turned to slowly face the both of them. "Here I was just trying to get the goody two shoes attention and I get cupids oversized replacement as well. Really if I didn't know any better I would think the two of you were together."
    "Demon, stop this now." Steve commanded as he placed his foot on the hood of a car.
    "I don't think you realize your commands don't work on me." He glared down the angel that was crossing the broken and smashed up cars as a bridge.
    "I keep hoping you'll have a change of heart." Steve replied, he could hear Clint groan in frustration as he worked tirelessly to stop more incoming cars.
    "Change of heart? We both know that won't happen." Bucky chuckled, slowly pulling the blade of hell from his waist band. "You and I have a problem to discuss."
     "What problem would that be?" Steve finally reached him.
      "Y/n." He replied.