Multi-Fandom Oneshots

Reunited- Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

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You stretch after a long day of being an inside man. Hydra has infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D and apparently they trust you. Why? Who knows. Steve already defeated Hydra once before Shield decided to rebuild from scratch. Now? It's happening again.

Steve is MIA after his fight with Tony. Not even you can get ahold of him. You've tried. Apparently, you don't mean much to him, even after 96 years. You walk into the elevator, ready to go back to your apartment.

"Wait, hold the door," someone calls. You stop the doors from closing and two men step on. Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D? You're not sure anymore. All you know is that Ethan, Alexander Pierce's son, has come back for revenge.

No one knows who he is except Fury, Miranda, Natasha, and I. And obviously, the Hydra agents that answer to him.

"Ms. Rogers," the taller of the men greet. You smile slightly at him as the doors close. Not a minute later, three more scary looking men step into the elevator. They're all silent, waiting for... what? You look down and still as one of the men's hands twitch toward his gun. You sigh, shaking your head subtly.

Do they ever learn?

"So, in the words of my brother, 'before we start, does anyone want to get out?'" All of them move to strike at the same time but you scream, causing them to drop to their knees in pain. You watch as their ears bleed from the ungodly pitch coming from your mouth. You stop screaming as they fall unconscious, not wanting to kill anyone. You turn to stop the elevator so you can get out but a hand snakes around your neck, cutting off your air supply.

"Sorry, Rogers, but the boss wants you out of the picture," the man growls. You swing your elbow back hard enough to crack one of his ribs. He groans in pain and his grip loosens just enough for you to rip yourself out of his grasp.

"How are you still standing?" you breathe, the air still trying to get back into your lungs.

"You're not the only freak in this building," he growls. You go to swing at his face but he punches you in the stomach, knocking even more air out of you.

"Low blow," you wheeze. You knee his family jewels, hoping it's hard enough so he can't reproduce. He sinks to his knees, moaning and groaning. "Yeah, yeah. You'll be fine." He stands up and swings a knife in your direction. "Jesus, did you pull that out of your ass?"

"Do you ever shut up?" he groans.

"No, that's why so many people want me dead," you reply. You go to take out your own knife but the man plunges his knife into your abdomen.

"Maybe that'll solve some problems." You look down at the knife still stuck in your stomach.

"Are you gonna need this back?" you ask, covering up your pain with sarcasm. He scowls, obviously disappointed you didn't cease your backtalk. He moves to pull the knife out but you step back. "Listen, I'm gonna need you to not do that. I don't really fancy bleeding out." Before he can make another move, you pull a Steve and fling yourself at the glass and fall the remaining ten stories. You crash through the glass roof that they just repaired last week, hitting the floor. You feel a glass shard embed itself into your thigh and you hiss in pain, not really having the energy to do anything else.