The Unholy War

16

"I do believe the lady said for you to leave her alone." Steve stated, walking up from street side.
    Rumlow slowly turned his head towards the blonde who came up. A snarl formed on the darker haired man's face, his eyes flicked back you and they looked normal. You could feel your pulse hammering in your chest, the smell of sulfur slowly began to dissipate.
     "I think what's going on is between her and I, buddy, maybe you should back off." Rumlow growled, slowly pivoting his body.
*
     "So Bucky, bet your wondering why I asked to come down here." Tony clipped walking around the deep red room.
     "You didn't ask, you summoned me." Bucky growled, tracking Tony's movements, keep Bruce in the corner of his eye.
     "Asked, summoned, doesn't matter. I thought I made it clear to you, to leave the girl." He stated, sitting down in the plush seat, kicking his feet up.
    "She's mine." Bucky said through gritted teeth, Bruce took a step towards him. Click, click, his arm began to recalibrate without moving.
     "Doesn't matter anymore, to keep some level peace your hell mark is null and void." Tony's voice was indifferent, he picked up a small knife from the desk. "Actually, I've sent Rumlow after her, I've tasked him to bring her soul in."
     "Tony, you're over stepping your authority, one set in place long before you came around." Bucky took a step toward the man who casually leaned back.
     "Bucko, I'd take a big step back, unless you want me to sic my hound after you." Tony slowly turned his head to him, his black eyes baring into Bucky.
     "Why don't you take me on yourself? Or are you to scared of loosing your position?" Bucky slowly started walking over to Tony.
    "Alright, Bruce, smash." Tony clipped.
*
     "Y/n, I need you go." Steve said calmly, his eyes never leaving the other man.
     "Steve.."
     "Go home, I'll deal with him." Steve casually replied, stepped in front of you.
    You walked around the two men that began to square off, Rumlow watched you as passed them, his tongue slipping across his bottom lip. He gave you wink before facing Steve. A sense of dread washed over you as you sprinted down the street.
     You ran as fast as you could, wondering what the hell was going on. Lighting flickered it's way across the sky, thunder rolled loudly as a torrent of rain fell to the earth. You hit the bus stop just as it rolled up, you hopped on, paying the fare before sitting down.
Your pulse hammered, breathing hard, hoping like hell Steve would be okay. You could hear the wind outside the bus window howl as hail began to pelt the window. You looked out into the night, taking a deep breath to calm yourself further.
You made it home, and flopped back on your couch after locking the door tight. A knock at the door startled you, slowly you rose to your feet and walked over unlatching the door. When you opened it, your heart sank.
Bucky stood before you, blood dripped from the open wound on his forehead, the skin around his eye was purple and slightly swollen. His lip was busted open and his left arm was missing, he leaned against the doorway holding his side with his right arm. He looked like hell, his eyes lifted meeting yours.
"Can I come in?" He asked softly, you stepped off to the side holding the door open.
Bucky limped in, grimacing as he did so.
"What happened?" You asked, rushing into the kitchen opening the cupboard that had your medical supplies.
"It doesn't matter, I just wanted to see you. I'm sorry." He breath as you rushed back, you gently pulled him to the couch and pushed him to sit.
"Don't apologize." You said, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. You grabbed the kitchen towel you had snagged on the way back in a gentle placed it to gash on his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"What do you know of angels and demons?" He asked, the question caught you off guard. You met his sky blue eyes, your brows bunching together.
"Angels and demons? One is supposed to be good and other is bad, heaven and hell, constant fighting for human souls. Why?" You asked, pulling the towel back to see how deep the cut went. He brought his hand up, pulling yours down.
"You don't believe, why not?" He asked, you bit your bottom lip, this had to have been the most confusing conversation you had had in awhile.
"Why should I? If the almighty was real why does he allow the things he does?" You questioned. "If demons and angels exists then why can't we see them?"
"Cause they look human." He replied, you were beginning to wonder if he had a concussion.
"Bucky, what's gotten into you?" You asked, he rose to his feet, pulling his leather jacket off, parts of the metal from his arm clung to his shoulder.
"Cause, we do exists, And because of me you are now in danger." He said, turning away from you, slowly to stood. The room started to smell of sweet spices, you watched as he stood looking away from you.
"Bucky, I don't understand what you're talking about, I think I need to take you to the er." You reached out to touch him when he turned, his eyes were black, you stepped back almost tripping over the coffee table.
"Y/n, I'm not who you think I am." He said in a low voice, "an er isn't going to help me."
"I think you should leave." Fear shook your voice, you looked around your apartment for something to defend yourself with.
"Call him if you don't believe me." He stated.
"Call who?" You asked, he hadn't moved, just stood there, his black gaze pinning you in your spot.
"Steve, that's who. The angel." He replied coolly.
"Look, I don't have his number, this has been fun and all but I really think you should leave." You took a step towards the door, when cat like he was in front of you blocking it.
"You don't need a number, just think and say his name. He'll come, I promise." He told you, keeping his remaining hand up where you could see it. "You don't have to believe me, just try it, he doesn't show and I'll leave."
"Promise?" You asked, he nodded slowly closing his eyes, when he opened them they were back to the piercing blue you had come know. You thought of Steve and how he came to your aid. "Steve."
A sudden knock on your door cause you to jump.