The Unholy War

18

      "No, I decide who stays in my life, and no pity party." You told Bucky, you looked over at the angel. "Look, This has been a crazy day, all I know is everything I've ever thought has been flipped on its head. But I'd feel safer if one or both of you stay."
     "Are you sure?" Bucky asked, turning to look at you.
     "Yes, after Rumlow, to be honest I'm kind of shaken up." You explained, looking from Bucky to Steve.
     "He can't find you." Steve told you, walking over to you and the demon.
     "Still, I'd feel better knowing that someone is here with me." You smiled up at him, Bucky looked back down at the floor.
     "You can stay Steve." Bucky walked over to the door.
     "No, you look like hell, you are staying putt till you don't look like the grim reapers next target." You almost shouted stopping him in his tracks. You look back over at Steve. "You're welcome to stay as well."
    "Actually, I have an angel to go and try to sway on not turning me in to Fury." Steve smiled down at you, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. "amica mea, till I see you next time."
    He vanished in a flash of light leaving you stunned and confused.
     "Show off." Bucky commented, still standing in place where you told him to stop.
     "Be nice." You chuckled walking over to him, brushing his hair off the cut on his forehead.
     "I was, I didn't set anything on fire, did I?" He smiled down at you.
     "The bar!" You breathed looking up at him. "That was you."
      "If my defense, I am a demon." He gave you a weak smile as he cocked his head. "And that fight went two ways."
      "From now on no more killing people." You stated shaking your head.
       "Can't make any promises, so what's going on with you and feathers for brains.?" He asked, snaking his arm around your waist.
      "Same thing that's going on with you." You quipped back. He smirked, and sighed his gaze flicked down to your lips.
     "Figures, I'd fall for human who has a thing for an angel as well." He leaned in and captured your lips with his for a brief moment. "Do I have to share with him?"
      "Yes, I do have a couple questions." You stated, Bucky grabbed your hand and led you back to the couch.
     "As long as I sit, cause every part of me hurts." He flopped back, settling into the corner.
     "Is that I smelled sulfur when I was around Rumlow? And what happened to your arm?" You asked, gently siting on the edge.
      "Yes, Rumlow smells like that cause he's a demon. And before you ask, no I don't smell like sulfur as I'm sure you've noticed. Angels smell different, they smell sweet, very sweet, since I was casted out I'm different." Bucky explained, his arm resting on the back of the couch. "As for my arm, which time? This time Bruce, Tony's hound, ripped it from my body. The original arm I lost during the war on heaven."
      "What do you mean Tony's hound? He looked normal." You asked him, he grimaced.
     "Bruce, he's called a hell hound, and when Tony asks or when he's pissed, he turns into this huge raging green monster. And once he hits that stage it get ugly, he's killed people and leveled whole city blocks. Trust me he may look sweet but he's far from it." Bucky reached over and grabbed your hand.
     "The bar you took me to?"
      "Yeah, I laid the Dark Reign to waste last night. But it's a demon bar, Natasha is a succubus. It's the reason you were attracted to her, the beer was demon proof, hence why you weren't feeling like yourself." He explained further.
"Hey." You smacked him playfully on the chest, his hand clapped over yours.
"Ow, no beating up the grim reapers next target." He laughed as he pulled you to him, his lips crashed into yours again.
You molded your body to the demon, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss. He slid his hand off the back of couch, finding its way to your back. He traced his finger tips down your spine, leaving goose bumps in his wake. The room began to smell heavily of sweet spices as he flipped you so you were beneath him, his lips slowly trailing their way down you neck.
    A heavy sigh escaped your lips, as the demon continued to work his way down the soft contours of you neck. You felt him smile against your throat as a soft moan made its way through your parted lips.
    A knock at the door startle the both of you, Bucky looked over his shoulder toward the sound. A low growl escaped him, as he peel his body off of yours, he reached down and helped you to your feet, his Jet eyes never wavering from the door. Smoke enveloped around him and you saw his clothing change. Suddenly he was clad in all black military style, slowly the most wicked looking blade slid down from his hand.
   "Open the door, fată frumoasă." Bucky stated in a low whisper.
You walked to the door, heart pounding heavily in your chest. You grasped the door knob for the second time tonight scared out of your wits for different reasons. You threw open the door and there stood Sam, leaning against the doorway, a large bag slung over his shoulder. You blinked hard a couple of times, trying to figure out how he found you.
"Hey, you seen a man about yeh high, dark hair, chip on his shoulder the size of Texas, most likely brooding?" He asked, holding a hand up in a general height of the demon in your apartment.
"Uh.." you looked over your shoulder as Bucky came stomping towards the door.
You moved out of the way, Bucky grasped the other man by the neck collar of his shirt and pulled him in. You shut the door quietly behind him, very confused.
"Sam, why are you here?" Bucky asked, the tone in his voice was obviously irritation.
"Can't see my commanding.. officer?" Sam raised an eyebrow at you as you walked into the kitchen.
"She knows." Bucky stated, letting the other man go.
"Oh.. well in that case, we're in deep shit." Sam said, looking back to Bucky. "Tony's order Rumlow to destroy you. Evidently you are no longer welcomed in Hell."
"Figures." Bucky rolled his eyes.
"But then again neither am I." Sam chuckled, you turned looking over at what you now knew was another demon.