101 Ways to Kill Bucky Barnes

Axe Throwing

You stood there in front of Bucky, the corner of his mouth pulled back, his eyes soft as he looked at you. For a split second it made your heart flutter, and you found yourself smiling up at him. Slowly he reached forward and took the bow from you, he gently grasp an arrow from the rack next you, his eyes never leaving yours as he did.
Bucky carefully brought the bow up, aiming it toward the target with barely a glance. He kept your eye contact as he placed the arrow on his knuckles and pulled the string back. His face had the soft remaining glow of the sun and his eyes looked a paler blue because of it. Did he really have to be so handsome? He really was going to make it hard to kill him.
With a whisk, the arrow sprung forward, those captivating blues never leaving yours. You looked out the corner of your eye and saw he had hit the bulls eye dead center without ever looking over. Not that there had been any doubt on how deadly the man was but it still impressed you, not that you would ever let on.
"Show off." You smirked with a raise of your an eyebrow as you crossed your arms.
"Maybe just a bit." He smirked back as he set the bow down. "Maybe I'm trying to impress you.. is it working?"
"Hmm, shooting an arrow without barely glancing? I don't know, how well can you throw an axe?" You responded slowly brushing past him heading towards the ax throwing booth. Your heart slowly started to speed up, you calmed yourself down, reminding yourself that he was a hit.
    "I was an assassin, do you really think I can't throw an ax?" He chuckled, following over. Well, I'm an assassin, you thought to yourself, and I stuck at the bow and arrows. Show off.
    "I guess I'll have to be the judge of that." You retorted picking up the weapon, you tested the weight, getting the feel of it. The gentleman behind the table was middle aged and clean cut, he gave you smile as Bucky approached. You wondered how he would react when the ax would embed in Bucky's skull. Would he be the type freak out? Would he remain calm while calling the cops? People always responded so differently, they could be unpredictable.
    "Oh really?" He remarked, grabbing the other as he handed the man some money in return, snapping you back to the present. "Guess I'll have to show you, weapons are my specialty."
      Bucky raised the weapon above his head, the orange glow of the sun catching on the edge, glittering across the surface. You could count the nicks in the blade, and could tell it needed to be sharpened. He held the item only the left arm, the metal one, in a way it would be completely unfair his he was using the arm that was technically advanced from the rest of his body.
      You caught a glimpse of skin as his shirt hem pulled up away from the waist band of his pants. You shook your head, pushing the thought of how smooth his skin looked. Your own was scar battered, marbled in pinks and crimson depending on which scar and how long it had been. An assassin with no visible marks was generally one not to be trusted, but knowing his body count and the fact he was born in a whole other time made him a rare exception.
     You studied his form, his body was perfect. The way he held his back, the position of legs. It was all so prefect, poised and ready to strike, like a cobra moments before it struck out at it's prey. The way you could see him calculating the distance to the target, it was almost effortless in the way he did it.
       You watched him as he hurtled the ax forward, it flipped threw the air blade over handle, over and over. The semi sharp edge imbedding deep within the wooden log with a red and white target painted on. He turned you with a sly smile plastered on his face, it wasn't smug like it could of been, but more cheeky then anything. You giggled at him, shaking your head as you began to lift the weapon up.
    "How about we make a bet." Bucky blurted out, catching you, peaking your interest.
     "A bet? Like what?" You asked, lowering the ax to your shoulder. You looked around as the crowd around you moved with ease. A child somewhere in the distance belt out in laughter.
     "You miss hit the target, you come back to the tower with me." He stated, you blinked a couple of times at his boldness. "I didn't.. mean like.. I.. nothing sexual, just somewhere to go. Maybe just hang around and talk."
    "And if I hit my target?" You asked, cocking your head to the side, did he have to be adorable when he tripped over his words.
    "We hang around here all night, maybe, watch the joust or something." He replied rubbing the back of his neck gently.
"That's great and all but the joust is over." You giggles at him.
"You get what I mean, we could just hang around here, I'm sure there is plenty for us to do." He replied shaking his head.
    You pondered the bet to yourself. You nodded before turning toward the makeshift target, slowly you lift the weapon above your head. The gouge in the red and white from previous throws, wood chipped out. You took a long slow deep breath, shifting your feet abit to get a better stance. The sun was about set, casting its last rays of orange light over the both of you.
To bad time was up, you needed to end this before it went on any longer. With the right arc it would hit the base and come back toward you both. That's all you had to do was throw it with the right arc and strength. And bye bye Bucky Barnes. Slowly you took a deep breath in before swinging the ax forward, releasing it at just at the right time. You watched as it flipped end of end cutting through through the air with ease.