The Unholy War

12

     "Which part?" Clint asked looking to the ground.
      "Traitor, you ran and told. What you did to him." Steve tried to hold back his anger.
"Steve, it was a long time ago. Before you became a part of the heavenly guard." Clint sighed, refusing to look up.
Steve took three quick strides, grabbing Clint by his shirt lifting him to the toes of feet. His eyes bore in Clint daring him. Anger rolling off of him from Clint's lack of response.
"What the hell happened?" His jaw clenched as he spoke.
"It was around the creation of hell, right after Lucifer was cast out and his grace taken from him." Clint started, Steve released him. "Bucky and I were paired together, back then a senior angel always took a junior angel under his wing. Bucky was my guide back then. He had my back, helping the humans but not interfering. He was damn good at it too, pushing them in the right direction, when death came for them he was able to ease their suffering."
Clint pushed himself off the wall, walking to the railing. He was lost to memories as he spoke.
"When Lucifer was cast out, Bucky started question things. Why did we let them suffer, why were we always the ones to invite death into their homes. Why couldn't we stop them from the murders they created, or the harm they caused one another. We have the power to stop them, but we chose to sit back on the sidelines." Clint took a deep breath. "Then Fury started calling in the junior angels one by one to ask questions about their mentors. I answered the question truthfully, lying is a sin, as an angel I couldn't break for the rule book. Because of me Bucky had his grace ripped from him and he was thrown into hell. A lot of us were."
"You told Fury his secret." Steve breathed, shocked washed over him at the confession.
"Yes, and because of his questioning his purpose he was thrown to hell were he was tortured." Clint finally turned to look at Steve, lighting arched a cross the sky somewhere in the distance.
"No," Steve's voice was breathless. "You wouldn't."
"Steve, I'm only telling you this once, forget about the girl."
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Bucky held up the corner of the chainlink fence for you. You looked at him unsure of what to do, the no trespassing sign hung tilted across the fence and the building on the other side looked in rough condition.
"Come on, Doll." He urged, extending his hand for you.
"You sure?" You asked him, looking around.
"Trust me, I come here all the time." He smiled, you took a deep breath. Grabbing his hand you ducked under the fence, meeting him on the other side. "You're going to love this."
"What if we get caught?" You followed him up the stairs to the abandoned factory. Watching as he pushed opened the door enough to slip in, pulling you with him.
"We won't." His words were soft as he led you through the inky blackness of the building. "It's been completely forgotten. Nobody ever comes here except me."
"Where are we going?" Your words echoed against the walls you couldn't see.
"You'll see. Watch your step." You lifted your leg a bit, realizing that there were stairs.
"I'm beginning to think that you brought me here to kill me and dump my body." You jested, your heart starting to hammer in your chest.
"Nah, I only do that on Tuesday's down by the river." Your heard him chuckle, before the sound of metal creaking.
Slowly the little light from the moon poured in around you. The feel of fresh air wrapping you, the lights from the city behind you as you looked out over the bay. The night stars twinkling a cross the water as it rippled. You looked over at him, his eyes were downcasted as he toed the roof of the building.
"Bucky?" You ask, looking back out over the bay, unable to tell were the water met the sky. Just the stars above above and before you.
"I come here a lot." He finally spoke, taking a step up next you. "Whether it's to think or to get away from the world. During the day it's so drab, and depressing. At night though, it's like staring out from the heavens into a cosmos abyss."
"It's... it's amazing." You say walking to edge, you sat down with your legs dangling off the edge. Watching as the stars continued to ripple on the water.
"I know it's kind of weird." He stated taking a seat behind you, resting his legs on either side of yours. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you pulling you tight against his chest.
"It's not." You replied, leaning back against him.
"I thought you might like it." Bucky felt his chest swell, he took a chance showing you his one place where he could just get a way from it all.
When he decided to bring you here he wasn't even sure why he had done it. As you leaned back into him staring up at the sky Bucky wanted to remind himself of the deal he had made with Falcon, but right now in that moment he just want to see your smile.
"Do you know the constellations?" He murmured in your ear, you shook your head, glancing up and over your shoulder at him.
Bucky bit his lip, excitement lacing his face as he pointed out into the night sky. Telling you them, their meanings and where they got their names. This didn't even seem like the same man from the bar, his cocky demeanor had changed as he continued to talk. The moon shone off his metal hand, slowly you linked your fingers with his.
You could feel him stiffen under your touch to the cool metal. His words faltered, your action catching him by surprise. He looked down at where the metal met your flesh, thousands of memories flood to his head of the lives he had taken with it. Yet you held it so tenderly, not knowing it's true purpose. He lifted his eyes, meeting yours.
"Bucky, this is amazing." You tell him. "Thank you."
"No, thank you." He breathed, leaning down his lips brushed lightly against yours. For the first time in a long time Bucky felt his pulse pick up.