The Unholy War

11

       Steve rolled his eyes as wisps of light surround his fist, the heavenly blade slipped down from his finger tips. He really didn't want to fight the demon, he knew the outcome could easily cause multiple deaths of the mortals trying to flea the wreckage that Bucky had caused.
     "Rules are rules." Bucky stated behind clenched teeth as he swung the blade toward Steve. He caught it with his own blade, thunder rang out as the clouds began to darken.
    "You will not have her soul." Steve retorted as he blocked another attack.
     "She is mine." The demon voice rose as the drops of rain began to pelt down from the sky.
     "No, she isn't." Steve replied calmly, continuing to block the jabs coming at him.
     "I marked her." He sneered, taking a well aimed kick at the angel sending him spiraling out onto a windshield. An arrow bounced from his metal arm as he took a step toward Steve.
    "Bucky! Enough!" Clint's voice hard and commanding. Bucky's head whirled at him, the archer had another lined up at him.
    "Traitor!" He seethed, turning his attention to Clint. "Don't think I haven't forgotten what you did! What YOU did to me!"
    "What I did was a mistake, and it's far in the past." Clint grimaced, still holding the arrow level with the demons heads.
"We weren't created to make mistakes, Clint." The demon hissed as he took even strides across the damaged cars, the occupants none the wiser. "We were created with perfection."
"Till you defected." Clint responded.
"Till I saw the truth." Bucky's word were heavy as he stepped to the asfault. "Yet you betrayed me, and ran home to tell daddy."
      Steve's head snapped over looking at the back of Bucky as he pulled himself from the windshield. His mind in a whirl wind of thoughts, trying to come to terms of what Bucky's words implied.
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You watched from comfort of the diner as the storm unleashed torrents of rain, lighting licked the sky. The sky was almost black as the wind began to kick up outside, blowing open the restaurant doors. You and Allison sprang in action as napkins flew off tables. Trying to pick up the mess being created.
An alert burst on the radio about the sudden storm, neither of you paying any attention while you both tried to close the doors. You latched the doors locked as you got them closed, the wind hit them, pushing them inward. They remained closed, you looked at your coworker with bewilderment.
"The forecast did not say anything about rain this morning, let a lone a storm like this." Allison remarked pulling out her phone just as the diner lost power.
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"Bucky!" Steve yelled over the gale force wind, running to the demon who's metallic hand was wrapped around Clint's throat.
Bucky slowly looked over his shoulder at Steve, his anger evident on every feature of him. Lighting spiderwebbed across the black clouds, thunder echoed the streets as humans ran for cover. He grimaced as his grip tightened.
"Bucky, stop." Steve pleaded as he came within feet of the two. A bolt of lighting struck the ground at his feet, sending him flying back into a car. Bucky turned to face the angel that had caused him so much pain and grief. Clint's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Bucky continued to apply pressure.
Wind and debris started to circle the two obscuring Steve's view as he pulled himself to his feet. He walked toward where they were, pushing himself into the vortex, a car started to slide into him. Just as he neared the eye the wind stopped, pelting him with the items it had started to pick up.
The only thing left in the center was Clint, who was holding his neck, choking to pull air into his body. He looked up at Steve, when a flash of intense light pulled them from earth.
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"Scott, were closing up the diner. We lost power and doors keep blowing open." You spoke into the phone, watching as the wind picked up a full trash can sending it flying into the window glad shattering in. "Shit!"
"Get you and the others into the back and take cover! Reports are coming in a tornado landed blocks away." His voice came through the phone. You snagged Allison running into the back with the cook.
"What the hell is going on?" You shrieked at no one. Suddenly all noise outside stopped, like the flip of switch, everything went quiet. The sound of series in the distance replaced the winds. You looked over to Allison's face, her own confusion matching yours.
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      It was late by the time you got to your apartment, the tornado had ripped up the entire block it had dropped on. The news called it a freak event, meteorologists couldn't explained what had caused the storms to form nor the tornado. You fished your keys from your pocket as you neared you building, a dark figure stood leaning against the railing.
     "Bucky?" You questioned as you neared, he looked up at you and slow smile spread across his.
    "Hey beautiful." He replied, his hands in his front pockets and his shoulders slumped.
    "What are you doing here?" You asked excitement laced your words.
     "Didn't you thinking I forget my best girl." He stated casually kicking at a can on the ground as he continued to lean against the railing.
     "I never got number, I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me again." You look at the ground.
    "I don't have a phone. Not a personal one at least, and boss man would kill me if I had you call." He explained, finally lifting his head to you.
    "Well that explains that then. So what are you doing?" You asked, walking up next to him and leaned against the railing with him.
      "Waiting to see if you wanted to go do something."
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     Clint and Steve were casted back to earth with the warning to stop engaging with the demon. Steve began to pace the abandoned train station again, his fists clenching and unclenching. Clint leaned against the building, his battered body had started to heal itself in the short time above.
     "Want to explain what the demon meant." Steve's tone was crisp as he spun to face his friend.