1476 {Bucky x reader}

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The rooftops were quieter than the streets of Venezia (Venice). Not many militia guards came up here, but when they did... I was the last thing they would see.

I sat against a taller building's wall waiting for my brother to return, he didn't tell me where he was going but he told me to wait. And so I'm waiting and waiting... and waiting.

Hearing shuffling on the tiles of the hot roof, I assume it's my brother, Ezio. Standing up I peak over the wall I was leaning against to see a strange man collapse. At first, I thought it was a thief, but the more I watched him the more I realised he was not from Venezia.

Climbing up the wall and onto the higher roof, I sprint towards him. He looks up at me and I see confusion in his cloudy blue eyes. His square face was slightly covered by his shoulder-length, dark brown hair. His left hand sparkled in the summer sun, catching my attention.

"Tu chi sei? (Who are you?)" I ask seriously, hiding my hand behind my back I held tightly onto my dagger that was strapped to my belt. He stared into my eyes, searching for answers I couldn't give him. Maybe my brother would know where he's from.

"Y/N!"

Speak of the devil.

"Ezio." I turn around to see him sprinting towards me once he saw the strange man on the ground. His eyes grew dark under his hood, and I stepped in front of him before he made any harsh decisions. "Non ha fatto niente. Sai da dove viene? (He didn't do anything. Do you know where he's from?)" I whisper to my older—overprotective—brother as he glared daggers into the stranger.

He examined the man from the spot I stopped him in, "Non lo conosco, o da dove viene. (I don't know him, or where he's from.)" Ezio didn't move his eyes away from the man.

Turning around I watch him stand up cautiously. "I don't want to hurt you." He says with his hands out. He spoke English, very good English... his accent strong and sharp.

"What's that." I nod my head at his shiny hand—attempting to speak in English that my mother made me learn as a child—he tried to answer me but stumbled on his words.

"She asked you a question." Ezio steps forward, he was taller than me, with a bigger and stronger build. But the man standing in front of us was just slightly a bigger build than my brother who's feared by the largest men in Italy.

"It's my hand." His breath hitched in his throat, causing his voice to crack and turn into a whisper.

"Why are you in Venezia?" Ezio asks, his accent sounding thicker the more I hear the man's.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He looks me in the eyes and I look up to my brother beside me.

"We have to take him to Leonardo," I whisper. The man was dressed in unfamiliar clothing, he had a shiny hand, and he didn't just look out of place, he acted out of place. "What's your name?" I lift my head to get a better look at his tall form without being blocked by my hood.

"Bucky." He said after thinking for a moment. "My name's Bucky." I clench my jaw and look to Ezio.

"Well then, Bucky. Follow us."

"Where are we going?" He asks and I open my mouth to speak but Ezio beats me to it.

"Can you free run?" He asks, ignoring Bucky's question.

He paused for a moment, bouncing his eyes from mine to Ezio's and back to mine again. "Uh... sort of," he looks at us with suspicion, "why?"

Ezio and I look at each other and smirk. "Try to keep up." I look over my shoulder when Ezio runs ahead of us. Bucky's blue eyes widened as the summer sun readied itself for its next dive. I followed my brother and skipped across the top of tiled chimney caps. I spotted a guard ahead on the building next to us. Looking over my shoulder Bucky was quite a distance away. "Ezio!" I call my brother who had noticed the militia. He looks back at me and I nod my head at Bucky.