#nighcmare

                                   ★ --- Standing by idly and waiting has rendered him completely silent. Face is tight, as if he’s deep in thought. Every so often, eyebrows pull together and release. Blue gaze flickers as if he’s picking up something that should be invisible to man. Muscles become rigid, and he breaks orders. Moving from their hiding spot, the one that had been precisely chosen because it provided all the cover they would need. Except, there was much more that met the eye here, and he knew this. “This is a damn trap.” Standing around, waiting to find out... to be ambushed. Absolutely out of the question. “We need to get moving, put some distance.” There’s no doubt they’ve been expected, with the way barracks were being set up, slowly built up to try and keep from their attention. Movements had been so minimal, they almost got away with it. 

//Hello there <3

Bucky’s time in Hydra’s clutches has left him processing things differently than he might have once upon a time. He’s reserved about many things - but about his emotions especially - with all but his very closest friends. 

ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs || 015. — ɢʀᴀʙ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ.  

 ★ - - - Sparring every so often to ensure neither lost their touch were frequent, and generally meant to be friendly. Albeit, there were times where they got a bit competitive - a bit of a good thing since it only caused the other to push their own limits even further. Punches are being pulled, and he only uses his left arm for the sole purpose of balancing himself, using it to throw her off, for many reasons except using it on her. Even if he didn’t put full force into it, metal hurts, and he has no intention on making anything hurt today. Things were coming to a close end, or so he assumed, given they’ve been going at it for a while. Couple solid hits, a good cardiac workout, complicated moves being rehearsed (as if they would ever be forgotten. By now, they’re muscle memory), but he’ll let her get away with it. 

Back is turned to her, and suddenly he feels fingers wrap tight in his hair. Using enough force to pull his head back, and draw a hiss from the soldier. It’d been an unexpected move, eyes widening for a second before he pulls out of it. An act that, was perhaps a tad more painful than if he would have just waited for her to let go. “We’re pulling hair now, are we?” Turning on the sole of his feet, there’s a smirk present on his face. Of all days that he hadn’t pulled his hair up into a messy bun to avoid exactly this. He’ll have to make a reminder to ensure he doesn’t make that mistake twice and give her leverage. Sudden, and quick, hand snaps forward and he grasps her hair tight in a fist. Tight enough to have some control over her head, but not enough to inflict a good amount of pain unless she twisted her head around. With it, he steps in close, leaving no distance between them. Head tilts and he leans in, gaze narrowing. “I can think of a much better excuse to be pulling each other’s hair.” 

ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. 

★  - - - Activities to pass the time at the primary base were nothing new. Most however, were less than what might seem moral. Gambling, drinking, fighting. Whatever they were allowed - what the guards might deem the most amusing. Seems that everyone is a bit on edge with their prior mission, and the one that’s going to be seen through within a few days, especially the Asset since he understood much of it would be relying on his ability to see the mission through perfectly. Not a single mistake can be afforded. Instead of training for it, he’s throwing punches and kicks, leaving opponents crumbled and bloodied. Albeit, in a sense, it is technically training. Not much thought is put into it, and there are volunteers happily lining up to see who might be able to do more than make the Fist of Hydra break a sweat. 

Metal knuckles draw a stomach churning crunch, blood spurting from a nose that’s now very visibly broken. Twisted to the side, gushing and split. One step is taken forward, fingers curling once more in a tight fist as if he’s about to start swinging again. Luckily, he listens to the signal of them backing down; stumbling back with a hand held tight across their face. Silence follows, and for a moment, it seems that there’s hesitance in someone else taking the fallen man’s place. Perhaps because he’d been left far too broken, bloodied and bruised, teeth splayed across the floor that’s slick of sweat and blood. Jaws tighten, and it’s almost a disappointment that the challenges have come to an end. Or so - he had thought so until someone finally steps up. Katya. Of course. He shouldn’t be surprised. 

Most of the surprise had come because as far as he knew, she hadn’t  even assigned to tag along. Whatever they were supposed to do, must have been a greater deal than the handlers imagined if they’re bringing in another person they rely on. At least now, he’ll have a challenge. Gladly, he accepts. Mouth curves into a smirk, and he settles back into a fighting stance. Neither of them have ever had the tendency of taking it easy on the other, and this will be no different. As if a silent timer goes off, he steps forward. Engrossed on the woman, watching every move carefully, knowing all too well how quick she can be. Shifting his footing to readjust and better his balance, he takes a swing from his right arm, going in for a hook. 

ᴅʏɪɴɢ ʀᴘ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs 

                    ★ - - - Getting out had presented the Soldier with quite a challenge. Unforeseen change of events had turned the situation completely against them, and they’d been lucky they managed to escape. Not unscathed, no. One foot forward, the other one next.... breathe... he’d constantly remind himself, force himself to stay upright and continue. Every step sending jolts of pain through his system, every inhale causing lung to feel as if it’s being scorched from the inside; making it impossible to catch his breath. Slowing down and giving away her location wasn’t optional, he already knew the consequences that he was already paying for coming out here, for  trying to pull through with a trade they had both been suspicious from the very start. 

He’d nudged, said it would be the last one. Last one, and they can move somewhere that’s much more secure for them, and they can remove themselves from this life. 

Knee gives out on him, and he’s left with no choice but to break the fall, unable to catch his balance instead. Slow hiss coming from parted and blood stained lips, a gasp following. Mixture of pain, and a desperate attempt to catch his breath. “Shit...” Voice is shaky as a palm presses against the entry wound, pressing down. Bucky knows it won’t make a difference, too much blood lost, and further damage that he can’t process in that very moment. 

Vision blurs. Eyes widen, blinking, and reopening, searching for something to focus on. Cold is setting in, as quick as the blood flows, flesh and bionic hand stained of it. Jaws clench and he sits himself up, focusing on keeping himself from swaying. Whoever had taken the shot, was a rather excellent marksman. Not an instant kill, but one that would kill within a matter of minutes. The kind that’s going to let his target get to a certain distance before they collapsed from the damage created and the blood becoming uncontrollable. 

Condition is quickly plummeting, and he doesn’t realize the way he reaches over. Fingers wrap around her wrist and he pulls her as close as he physically can in that moment. Actions spoke louder than words, the way he leans  into her, nestled close. “You know I can’t die, Kat. Not from a bullet.” With a plethora of other damage that’d been put into the soldier before the bullet alone. Mostly, he’s trying to comfort her. And he hates how his tone gives him away, how he can’t even pull an act when it’s required the most. He doesn’t even realize how much of his body weight he’s leaning against her, more than he ever would have if he was in full control. But he feels so light, he forgets he has weight on him. Exhaustion slips in, and the lull slowly begins to tug away, cold settling so deep into his bone; they become one with the Winter Soldier. 

Humorless, breathy laugh comes from him. Irony hitting, at quite literally the worst moment.

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