-𝑵𝑶 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑬-
Persephone De Luca is a mysterious, knife throwing, future predicting badass who has a certain winter soldier confused and annoyed. Why can't he seem to get through her tough exterior? Also...why can't he beat her during...
"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound" - Taylor Swift
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Bucky's PoV ⋆ ☽ ⋆
I grabbed Percy by the waist and heaved us into the cage, slamming the door shut and cramming us both under the hammock for protection.
The ceiling caved in, pieces of concrete toppled around us-crushing the dead body of Percy's mother. I held onto Percy tightly, she was cuddled into my chest as the building crumbled around us; I felt her hands on my head shielding me from attacks.
"We'll get through this!" I yelled over the roar of crashing and slating rocks.
A piece of the building fell scraping my flesh arm and tearing the surface of my skin. I let out a strangled cry but tried to continue to protect Percy-she was my main priority and I'd never felt a stronger pull (other than with Steve) to protect someone.
Percy shifted herself upwards so that she was now shielding me as I grew weaker. The team were trying to talk to us through comms but I couldn't hear them over the sheer noise of the world around us falling, I vaguely heard Steve's cries of my name and Pietro's sobs and Nat cursing.
I pressed my face into Percy's legs as she stood with her back arched over my head, cradling my body as she was hit with rocks that bounced off the hammock. I attempted to reach and pull her down but my arm was hurt bad and I found myself growing tired. Eventually, the building had totally caved in on us: the cage had prevented us from being crushed but rocks and concrete and found their way in through the gaps.
Percy slowly released herself from me.
"You're okay, la mia vita" Percy said frantically whilst her eyes scanned over my wound. La mia Vita=my life
I practically grinned when she'd called me that. Happy that I was getting the same treatment as Pietro.
"Lost an arm before, Doll" I joked trying to ease her worry.
"You won't lose your arm you big bambino" she chuckled through her sadness-a stray tear streamed down her face but only the one. Bambino=baby
"Stay" she demanded, forcing me to slump against the side of the cage with her hand firmly on my chest.
She stood up cautiously, placing a hand on the small of her back with a wince. She'd just saved my life. She'd put her own life at risk without hesitation-for me...I didn't even realise I meant that much to her. I watched at she limped around the area of the cage, throwing rocks from the floor-heaving them from the cage.
