This means war

Chapter 7

Steve walked down the brightly lit hallways, each footstep heavy with purpose. His expression was calm and collected but a furious storm was going rampant within him. Bucky had been ignoring all of his calls and his messages. Not to mention that he conveniently hadn't been home every time Steve tried to see him.

Steve liked to describe himself as a very patient person, but Bucky was really testing his patience. It was infuriating because he knew that Bucky was doing it on purpose. He was purposely adding to the emotions inside Steve, waiting for them to over flow.

Steve finally reached his destination, briefing room A, the place where Helena spent most of her time. She was seated behind a heavy mahogany table. Her curly red hair fell into her face as she read from a heavy stack of papers. Dark glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, threatening to slip off her face at any second.

Her brown gaze lifted from the papers to Steve's person. "Steve," the papers fell out of her hands, "What can I do for you?"

"I need to know what mission the winter soldier will be on next."

"Ah, Hydra's S class agent." She stood from her chair and walked to a computer not far from her. Her fingers tapped on the keyboards rapidly. "Oh. How convenient of you to ask Steve. He has been assigned to infiltrate a gang we have confirmed to have the materials to build a nuclear bomb."

"Nuclear bomb?" Steve repeated. "That's dangerous."

"Yes," she sat on her wooden desk. "But we have four agents working the mission. You can see why Hydra's assistance will not be needed. I happen to be looking for someone to...prevent unnecessary interruptions to our agents' work."

A smile slipped onto Steve's face. "The winter soldier will not interrupt with this mission."

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Bucky scaled up the side of the building in the blink of an eye. He slid his body into an open window and landed silently on the balls of his feet. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and fuel. The smell was so intense it was almost nauseating. A click sounded in the air when Bucky removed the safety from his gun.

He took a step forward, immersed in the shadows of the barely lit space. He was informed that there were no cameras or any sort of security mechanism on that floor, so he moved without hesitation. The warehouse was dead silent, but Bucky knew better than assume that it was empty. There were probably guards scouring the space for intruders, dangerous guards with the same stealth as him.

A sudden movement caught Bucky's attention. He immediately pointed his gun in that direction and placed his finger on the trigger. The figure emerged from the shadows and stood in front of him fearlessly. The man crossed his arms over his chest in a familiar authoritative stance which stroke fear in his heart.

Cold sweat slipped down Bucky's forehead. He lowered the gun in his hands slowly and spoke sheepishly, "Steve."

"Hello Bucky," the man took a step forward. Bucky unconsciously took a step back. The anger Steve was radiating was so intense it was almost visible.

"What're you doing here?" Bucky contemplated jumping out the closest open window and running like hell. Steve rarely ever got very angry, and the few times he did, it was never directed at him. Bucky thought that it would be fun to draw this other side of Steve out. But standing under the pressure of his intense blue gaze, Bucky couldn't help but regret his decision.

He swallowed nervously as his eyes darted to the side, looking for any possible escape route. He wasn't mentally prepared to deal with this.

Steve took advantage of this brief moment of distraction. With lighting speed, he closed the gap between them and pined Bucky against the cold stone wall. "You've been doing such a good job at ignoring me," Steve said lowly, "I had to come get you."