Go, Go Now [Bucky Barnes]

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[Warning: Unintentional Suicide. Death of your character! Building falling! Building crushing reader.]

"You'll never stop me Captain America! Never!" The man yelled with a maniacal laugh. He held the gun towards the ceiling before giving off a fire and taking off the other way. 

"He's getting away!" Steve yelled punching a goon in the face causing him to drop to the ground unconscious. No matter how many went down another seemed to take their place. "Damn it!" He growled. 

"Go Steve! [Y/n] and I got this." Bucky yelled back tossing two goons onto their backs behind him before rushing towards his friend and taking a hold of the one he was dealing with creating cover for Steve to get going.

"Where do these people keep coming from?" You asked pushing one away from you before kicking it back as it came close to you again, slamming it into the wall behind it as hard as you possibly could. 

"The floors above us maybe. I mean we are only one the fifth floor after all." Bucky informed you as if you'd forgotten all the flights of stairs you'd ran up just to get there. This building wasn't the biggest it only had three more floors to it before the roof. 

Running at one of the guys walking in through the side door you slammed your knees into his chest causing both of you to go down, him on his back on the floor and you sitting on your knees on this chest. The impact of you against him when he fell knocked him out. 

As you rolled off of him and got to your feet another goon rushed at you before kicking you right in the gut and sent you flying into the room you had just come from. It felt like ages in the air before gravity remembered where you were and pulled you to the ground hard. Landing on your side you looked up to see Bucky grabbing the guy who was walking into the room to finish you off. His metal hand slammed right into his face before he tossed the guy off to the side. 

"Thanks Buck, but I had him." you reply noticing him watching you as you stood up trying to not look like you had just gotten kicked in the gut. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you did." Bucky replied sarcastically before jogging towards the door Steve had left to follow after since there weren't any goons hanging around. "If we split up maybe we can catch them, or at least one of us." Bucky explained before looking back towards you.

"Well I think they went down. I'm pretty sure I saw Captain and him heading that way. Besides that'd be the only real way out." you clarified walking towards where Bucky stood.

"But you aren't certain." You saw his brain turning gears trying to figure out what move to make. "I'll go down, you go up."

"But-" Before you could protest his decision he was already heading towards the stairs and making his way down. "-I said I thought they were down, so shouldn't I be going down since you were so insistent on searching the whole building?" you ask yourself shaking your head as you rushed to heading up the other stair case to see if there was anyone up on these higher floors. You doubted it, but still, it was Bucky's idea. 

As you made it to the next two floors you noticed how silent it was, there wasn't a single goon around. It'd make sense for the last floor and the floor where you pretty much got rid of the threats with Bucky but for another floor to be as dead as the last, now that was suspicious. Taking a few cautious steps farther into the rooms of the floor you heard a few ticks, but nothing other than that. Listening to the ticks you looked around trying to figure out what was making them. Walking back towards the door you had entered from to head back to where the stairs were a few more ticks continued before stopping. 

Unable to do anything you stopped just as soon as you realized the noise was gone, only to immediately regret it as you heard a louder blast. A blast as loud as an explosion. Feeling your eyes widen you feet had a mind of their own and ran forward only to hit the corner of a desk causing you to fall. As you feel the ceiling began to crumble. Scrambling you tried to avoid all the debris you crawled under a set of desks in front of where you fell and hoped for the best. The sound of everything falling was unheard of, it was the loudest thing you had ever been near, like a million freight trains going a hundred miles right in your ears. 

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