What am I going to do here by myself?
I wasn't used to having this much free time. I didn't know what to do. For a while, I just stared out the window over the city, until I realized Stark probably had face-scanning technology that could be roaming the streets right now. I backed away and started anxiously fiddling with my knife, watching the minutes on Steve's clock move so slowly. I didn't know how to work any of his technology, and I was never a fan of reading for fun despite all the books in his bedroom. Eventually, I decided to do my best to relax on the couch and try to regain some of the sleep I had missed the night before. I peel off the hoodie and yank down the sleeves on a long-sleeved shirt before settling in.
Footsteps.
My eyes shot open. I'm on my feet in an instant, scanning the room, remembering where I hid that knife in the middle of the night yesterday. It's taped under the table. I creep over to it.
Silence.
Then there's a voice, but it's quiet and gravely. It's a radio. It's right outside Steve's door.
Shit. I rip the knife out from under the table and sprint over the window over the sink, throwing it open. I instantly spot a man on the opposite roof with a rifle pointed straight at me. I slam it shut and duck behind the wall.
I try the other window on the opposite wall. There's someone there too.
The radio in the hallway gets louder, and there's a whispered normal voice that responds to it. The door's not an option, not anymore.
I glance between the windows. Both have snipers. The second is larger and has a balcony within reach. I shatter it with my left arm and wait for a moment, listening to my breathing and my heart pounding and the glass tinkling to the floor. Someone yells on the radio in the hallway, and I heard a pounding at the door. It's now or never.
I take a few steps back and launch myself out the window.
The balcony was closer than I thought. I practically double over the rusted metal bars and nearly slide right off, but my metal arm catches me. I push off the balcony to land on a small fire exit on Steve's apartment building and start racing down those stairs. It's only four stories, but I pause as I glance down and spot at least six more agents with guns advancing up from the ground level. "Fuck," I whisper, and jump to the other building. I use the metal rail as a rope like I did in Romania to bust through a set of doors and straight into someone else's apartment.
I race straight through. No one is home, thankfully, and I use my metal arm as a battering ram to tear down their entrance door. I smash into the opposite wall, cracking it, but I sprint down the hallway instead.
Steve, where are you?
I'm not out of the woods yet. I find a staircase and run down that. I hear screaming and gruff commands on the floor above me. The agents, they're here.
Conflict is waiting for me in the lobby.
I slide to a stop as four agents point their guns at me. I'm breathing hard.
"I don't want to hurt you. I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore," I hiss.
Someone cocks their gun.
"Please. I'm just looking for a place to stay."
There's pounding footsteps on the stairwell behind me, only a floor or two above. The agents here don't look like they're backing down at all, and I know as soon as the other ones get here, I'll be arrested. That's not happening; not today.
"Fair enough."
I launch myself at them, and the bullets fly.
Adrenaline pumps through my body and I relish the feeling, channeling that power into strength and strategy. I curl my metal arm around my head protectively. I fling a spinning right hook that catches someone right in the temple. I twist the gun out of his hands, firing a single shot without looking. There is a grunt and I glance around, spotting another guard raising his gun to fire. I duck. The bullets implant themselves in the wall behind me and I propel forward without waiting for my ears to stop ringing. The agent lets out a final shriek that I silence efficiently.
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FanfictionIt's post CA:CW. The Avengers have split, a mysterious organization is hunting down Bucky Barnes, and Team Cap is struggling with their loss of the fight. Instead of going to Wakanda, Bucky decides to stay with Steve for protection. Although everyon...