Friends With Distance || Bucky x Reader

Chapter Eight

A/N: Over 1000 words, includes detailed fight scene

You woke up about three hours after the time you went to bed. It was now 12 pm. Midnight. The loud sounds of screams echoed from downstairs. You heard an extremely loud clang from downstairs. Metal meeting vibranium. The Winter Soldier was back.

You immediately stood up and grabbed your journal, syringe and pistol from your bag. You held the book and put your other objects in your pants. You walked downstairs, trying to be as sneaky as possible to be able to attack the alter ego with surprise. Once you stepped onto the third step from the floor, it creaked. You cursed under your breath and kept your hand behind you, on the pistol handle, ready to fire. You stepped onto the cold floor and took out the gun, keeping it on safe; you pulled it out, your finger on the side of the gun, near the trigger. You walked into the near living room and pointed it, as you scanned your surroundings. You already knew how this went, military training was drilled into your head. The room was clear.

You leaned back onto the back wall of the room, which had a near door into the kitchen. You glanced into the following room and immediately pointed your gun as you saw silver metal. You stepped inside to find Steve with a broken lip and The Winter Soldier held down on the floor by steve. You walked up to them, aiming at the assassin's leg.

"Is everything alright, Steve?"

He looked exhausted and nodded. Once he choked out enough air of his opponent, to make him fall unconscious, he stood up and noticed your gun.

"Woah, there. Where'd you get that?"

"I always have it. I'm a military brat." you shrugged with a smile. You looked over at your friend with an opposite personality as he laid cold on the floor.

"Come on." you tilted your head, gesturing at James's body.

"Lets get him downstairs again."

You picked him up, carrying him over both shoulders, another military action. You dropped him on the ground of the cell, without chains and watched him wake up from the fall.

Once his eyes fluttered open, you walked inside with your gun aimed at him once again. He immediately took his out as well and you smirked.

"That other guy may be my best friend but you aren't him, meaning I have a shoot to kill mindset. I know you do too and only one of us will be walking off unharmed." You stepped closer to him as he analyzed your moves.

He shrugged and spoke in a deep, cunning voice, "The other guy isn't here, hydra is and they never miss a shot. Especially, me. I never miss."

You maintained your poker face and nodded, taking another step. His eyes squinted at you and you quickly took the gun off safe and shot him. In his right arm. As he stepped back from the wound, you knew he wouldn't back down. You ran up to him and slid down, between his legs. As you passed, you pulled him at his feet, causing him to fall forward. He quickly stood up again, as did you. He ran up to you and started shooting fire quickly, you dodged every bullet and as you got close enough, you blocked the last bullet with your hands. Open wound. You continued fighting.

You used your back hand to slap at his left wrist on the gun, causing him to push into his right wrist and lose complete control of the weapon. As it fell to the floor, you kicked it into a back corner. You punched him at his chest and he hitched his breath. Still having strength, he grabbed your wrist, twisting it roughly and pushed you off of him. You flew back. He walked up to you and choked you immediately, picking you off the ground. Deja Vu came; the airport. You kneed him in the neck, and he fell back, out of breath. You grabbed your syringe out of your back pocket and injected it roughly into his neck. He fell unconscious once again.

"Steve!" you called out.

He sped down the stairs and saw you crouching over his body and the blood stains on both of your bodies.

"Patch him up, I shot him in the arm. Don't let him bleed out."

"(Y/N), your--"

you nodded, "I know, I will clean myself up, just take care of him first."

He nodded, picked up his body and walked off upstairs. You managed to pick yourself up and walked upstairs. You saw Steve in the living room, wrapping a bandage over his wound and wiping off the dirt on his body. You walked upstairs, into the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror and realized you looked like an actual mess. You took out the first aid kit and grabbed the metal tweezers. You used them to pick out the bullet lodged into your left hand. You winced at the pain, but not too badly. You had delt with much worse on the battlefield. You sewed and then bandaged yourself up.

You held your palm close to your stomach as security and then walked off downstairs, into the living room. You pulled out your journal as Steve was finishing up cleaning him.

You opened up to October 18 and read aloud.

"Dear diary, today is October 18th. In exactly two weeks, I will be face to face with my best friend. I am so nervous, my hands are shaking terribly bad. Bucky. Bucky is so sweet, kind, smart and genuine. Besides the fact that he is also a ladies mans, he is incredible. He is indeed a huge flirt but I love that about him. He's tough, very tough. But, so am I. Maybe our meet up won't be all terrible, hopefully it will sure be a day to remember..." you paused your reading as you saw Bucky's body move a little. His eyes shot open and you sighed. You saw Steve grab his shield and you ran into the kitchen to grab a sharp chopping knife. Bucky stood up and held at his neck.

In his deep, dark voice, he spoke, "That hurt like a bitch." You walked in and kicked him in the knee, he fell. You pulled his hair back and held the knife up against his neck, "Well, I'm the biggest bitch in the room, pal." you spoke with a smirk.