together ⌁ stony oneshots [complete]

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 [036]

Steve stood hundreds of feet in the air on a giant, flying ship.

Beeping machines and talking holograms droned on along the floor of the aircraft, contributing to the steady hum of noise running through the atmosphere. The soldier was tracking every minuscule movement happening around him, making sure nothing escaped his notice. Mistakes could be deadly.

Guards in uniforms were stationed at all exits in a poor attempt at normality. Their scanning eyes and hard set features rivaling Steve's own glower. But, their looks were the only way they proved intimidating.

If SHIELD thought a bit of extra security was going to keep him in, they were in for a rude awakening.

Good thing for them the soldier had every intention of staying exactly where he was.

Steve was stoic, pretending he wasn't paying as much attention as he actually was to the happenings on the helicarrier.

"He hasn't moved from that spot for half an hour. Not to pace, or even sit down," came the murmurings of junior agents to his left.

"He's dangerous. I don't know what Fury thinks he's doing letting him roam free."

"Oh please, what's he going to do. We're hundreds of feet in the air and there are guards stationed in every hall. He wouldn't be able to move, nevermind escape, without us noticing."

Those were the more entertaining prattlings of the senior agents.

Steve found it humorous how secure they were in their little world of righteousness. How caged they thought they had him, when in reality it was him who had them just where he wanted.

It's not what he couldn't do to cause trouble aboard ship, it's what he could do that they should have been worried about.

If he wanted to, Steve could grab the pen a blond man to his right was using, to jot down algebraic formulas, and stab him through the neck with it. If he wanted to, he could then take said pen and throw it across the room at the man who would try to shoot him first, and hit the guard in the heart. If he wanted to, he could then jump over all the desks, grab the fallen guard's gun, and shoot everyone aboard. Their screams playing like a lullaby in his head.

That was, if he wanted to.

These people didn't think. He was more skilled, and better trained, than anyone aboard the flying aircraft.

Well, except for maybe one person. One person Steve had absolute faith would never raise a hand against him.

Bucky Barnes, or as he was better known, Captain America. The world's golden boy. Steve's only ally and...friend.

The door to the meeting room behind Steve opened, and the man in question stuck his head out. For all the muscle Bucky Barnes had on his body, he seemed about as terrifying as a kitten. Steve didn't understand why he didn't use his form to his advantage more often. He'd have Fury and the rest of SHIELD eating out of the palm of his hand if he just abused his power even a little.

It's what Steve had been taught, won wars.

But, the thought dropped from his mind as Bucky started walking towards him. A smile plastered on the man's face. One he still thought Steve couldn't see straight through.

"Hey, Stevie," Barnes said.

Steve already hated how he was being talked down to, knowing it could only mean bad news.

"Fury and I still have to go over some things," Bucky explained, his way of saying their hopes of keeping Steve out of the government's hands was not going as they had planned, "but I figured while we do that you can get that physical we were talking about, yeah?"