The Unholy War

17

      "That could be anybody." You stated, your eyes wide. Bucky moved out of your way and motioned to the door.
      "Then open it and prove me wrong." He stated, you walked passed him, your heart hammering in your chest.
     You grasped the door handle and took one more look at the man in your living room. You could tell he was in pain from the look in his eye, and felt bad for him. Even if he was crazy. You turned the knob and open the door.
    Steve stood before you, a bruise was forming on his forehead and his lip was also busted. He smiled down at you before his face scrunch up, his eyes snapped up landing on Bucky. Steve's face tensed up, his lips forming a thin line.
    "Bucky." His word was harsh as he glared at the other man.
     "Hello to you, gorgeous." Bucky snarked back, you whipped your head over to him. "Sorry, hi Steve."
    "What are you doing here?" Steve asked.
    "Oh, you know, came see the pretty girl after being torn up by Tony's favorite pet." Bucky replied walking over and sat down on the couch.
    "Steve, why don't you come in? I'm really confused by everything going on and want some explanations, by someone who has had the crap beaten out of them." You looked over at the dark haired man who leaned back on your couch. "No offense."
    "None taken, its a lot to take in even if you did believe." Bucky waved his hand.
    "What has he told you?" Steve asked walking into the room.
     "That he's a demon, I'm assuming is what he was getting at since he called you an angel." You replied closing the door behind him, you were really beginning to wonder if you were dreaming, had to be.
    "He did?" Steve asked, walking around the coffee table eyeing the bloody and beaten man.
    "Yeah, I think he hit his head pretty hard." You followed Steve over to where he stood.
    "Tell her, go ahead, heaven knows you can't lie. Not about something like that." Bucky grimace again as he shifted in his seat.
     "As I said, he hit his head pretty hard." You crosses your arms.
     "He's telling you truth." Steve sighed, his eyes casted down to the floor.
    " I'm sorry, what?" Your head snapped over to Steve. "Dear god, Allison is going to kill me, I've let two crazy people into my house."
    "Show her, come on handsome." Bucky smirked, Steve rolled his eyes. "Might want to step back, he's going to show you something big."
    You did as the 'demon' asked, walking away from Steve, facing away from him. You began to ponder how fast you could reach your door before either of them got you, maybe grab a kitchen knife. You took a deep breath and for who knows what reason you turned back around.
    Steve still had his head bowed, eyes on the floor. Behind him were two massive brilliant white wings, folded neatly against his back. Your jaw dropped, your feet had begun to move before you realized it, you found behind the feathered man and saw they were firmly attached to his back. Gently you reached out, and placed your hand on one.
    "Oh my.."
    "God?" Bucky asked, you peered around Steve looking at him. "Unfortunately."
    "You weren't lying." You breathed, sliding your hand across the feathered appendage as you walked around to the other side of Steve.
     "Demons don't always lie." Bucky responded.
     "The eyes, Rumlow had those." Things began to click in your head as the revelation began to wear off.
    "He's a demon." Steve finally spoke up.
    "And unfortunately Tony sent him after her." Bucky explained. "Because of me, your in danger."
     "I sent him back." Steve said, finally looking up at Bucky.
     "He'll be back. He takes his orders seriously, he's jockeying for a higher position."
    "A high position?" You questioned.
    "Yes, he's fourth in command of hell's army, just behind Rodey." Bucky stated, pulling himself up off the couch.
    "Bucky is second in command and Tony is the lead." Steve looked over at you, you bit your bottom lip.
    "What about you?" You asked him.
    "Steve is second in command of heavens army, lucky you." Bucky jested. "Steve I need a favor from you."
    "Only if I get one in return." Steve's voice was calm but commanding.
    "Deal, mark her. Make it so my kind can't find her." Bucky requested turning away and walking to the kitchen.
    "I do that you can't find her." Steve replied, his brows knitting up.
    "As long as she is safe that's all I care about." Bucky shot back, he placed his hand on the table.
     Gently as you were facing Bucky, Steve placed his hand at the top of your spine. You heard whispering behind you, and warmth began to grow and seep down through your back. You looked over your shoulder at Steve, his eyes an electric blue before he blinked.
    "It's done." Steve replied. "They took your marks from you when you were cast out."
    "It's part of the fall from grace. I can't do the things I could. Including the mark to hide people from my kind." Bucky replied.
     "There aren't many like you." Steve spoke back, his eyes trained on the back of Bucky's head.
    "What do you mean, there aren't as many demons as angels?" You looked from one man to the next.
     "Bucky isn't just a demon." Steve looked down at you before looking back to the other man "show her."
    "Angel.." Bucky growled lowly.
    "We had a deal, show her." Steve commanded.
    You watched as the air rippled around Bucky's back, slowly shifting. The shirt on his back pulled apart and wings slowly emerged from the skin on his back. The bend at the top was scarred and the feathers looked molted, the farther down on the wings they were fine, a deep grey slowly turning black to the tips. He stretched them out on either side, they reached from one wall to the other.
   "Fuck that feels good." Bucky whispered to himself before folding them to his back.
    You walked over and slid a hand across them, he jumped under your touch, his body tensing. You trailed your fingers tips up to the bend and ran your palm down the length of the wing. You walked to his side and looked over at his face. His cheeks were damp as he refused to make eye contact with you.
    "Are you okay?" You asked him, he kept his eyes down casted.
    "As long as you are safe, I'll be fine." He replied softly, slowly looking over at you.
"Bucky isn't just a demon, he's a fallen angel. Most of the demons in hell were once human, tricked into the service of evil. He wasn't, his casted out for questioning the orders given to him. Clint was the one who turned him in, the same angel who has threatened to turn me in for seeing you." Steve explained, you eyes never left Bucky's.
"Trust me, Iubirea mea, I am not someone you want around. I damage everything I touch." Bucky whispered softly so only you could hear.