Daily Battles

Daily Flight part 2

Warning! Bones breaking mentioned. Not (y/n) if that helps.

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Your leg was dragged back by two grubby fingers. While trying to find a grip onto the floor, your free leg kicked and flailed. It was all to no avail and did nothing to slow down your descent up.

A light clicked on and blinded you. A rush of blood ran to your head, distorting the gruff voice that asked.

"What the hell are you? A rat human hybrid or something?"

Your leg was beginning to ache already. He just had to grab your bad one didn't he?

"Let me go!" You yelled. "I'll break your fingers!"

Your threats only brought disappointing laughter. A grin split across his face showing a mouth full of yellowed teeth. When he spoke, a strong stench of cigarette smoke and beef jerky filled your nose.

"I have no idea what the hell you are, but I'm sure someone's willing to buy a talking hamster on eBay."

After shoving the rest of the stuff he stole from the truck into a backpack, he pushed the door open with his free hand and stepped out.

His feet were just out the door when a flash of metal flew into the kidnapers face. It reeled back and grabbed the creeps neck in a pipe crushing grip.

A leather gloved hand grabbed the fist you were trapped in just below the wrist. You were certain you heard bones cracking.

"I bet this isn't your first car robbery is it?" Bucky hissed under his breath. "It's a good thing those security cameras are out."

The crook eyes bugged open, his hand went to claw at the steel grip.

"I- I didn't hurt it. It's yours!" He croaked.

Bucky squeezed his wrist harder. "Drop them."

The fingers loosened up around you allowing you to climb down and drop onto Bucky's arm.

Bucky let go of his wrist and held you.
The thief crumpled to the ground in a heap as Bucky let them go and tucked you back in the cup holder of the truck.

You swallowed. They had seen you- and Bucky had shattered their wrist!

"Stay down." He said sharply as he grabbed the man, and pulled him to his feet. "And don't look."

You flinched as the door slammed shut and locked. Quiet took over again as Bucky dragged the man away, ignoring his protests and pleas. In the empty gas station, and you were left alone to your thoughts.

Crouching down, you covered your head and plugged your ears. Deep down you hoped what you thought would happen wouldn't.

If it did....this would mark the third time.

It's my fault. Your so stupid. It's because of you! You did this. It's because he saw you!

Your breathing picked up. You squeezed yourself as tight as you could as if it would drown it out.

No, no you didn't do this. You're not going to listen. It's going to be over. It's going to be over soon. It's going to be over. It's going to be over. It's going to be over. It's going to be

There was a loud bang.

Your breath hitched.

It was quiet again.

It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over.

Bucky's footsteps seemed louder than usual as they lead back to the car. The door unlocked and the car shifted as he climbed in and buckled up.

And just like that, you were both were off, back on the road.

His warm fingers curled around you and carefully prodded at you to uncurl.

Stiff, you lifted your head.

"Halfpint..." Bucky sighed. He pursed his lips and looked at the road. "I got you some of those chips you like."

You wiped your face and tried to calm down.

"Tha-nks Bucky."

He was polite enough to ignore the voice crack. Silently, he slipped you back into his pocket and flipped on the radio.

"Good morning New York. Traffic is a little slow on I-90 but the sky is clear with partial cloud coverage. In a few minutes we have an interview with a former Congress member who will-"

"We're almost there halfpint. Chin up ok?" Bucky said quietly.

You nodded and settled into the pocket comfortably. If you could just stay here, and not see any more, hear anymore...

"Ok."

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The main reason I'm nervous about writing this, is because it means having to rewrite the entire civil war plot.

And I don't wanna do that LMAO.

So I'll be doing "Clips" were (y/n) will have some impact and then due to writing/movie magic we'll assume y/n is in a safe place or in Bucky's pocket.

Someone commented both here and on Tumblr how (y/n) must have sent some shit. So now...

Their cracking :)

Thanks for reading!