His Surrender
The way he fought. It was beautiful; he was so deadly, and so graceful. He danced amidst the onslaught, never missing his mark. He was beautiful. And reckless. And I was beyond pissed. He was fighting with people who had apparently tried to kill him by the information that I was able to dredge up from following him. I haven't even tried to keep track of how many times he's almost died.
I rounded up more citizens toward the rescue crafts while trying to look as panicked as possible. I had my hair cut and a flannel with my work gloves on to avoid being noticed. The last thing I needed was the others to perceive that I was a threat and have to deal with fighting them on top of a gigantic time bomb. Koshka was by my side, though she was obviously uncomfortable with the chaos. Leave it to me to get stuck on a flying island with crazy robot minions attacking civilians. This was just the type of normal life I was trying to live.
"Sir! We are leaving the area; you need to board the craft!" A rescue worker called after me. I glanced towards him and then back at Steve. I sighed and picked up Koshka and ran to the raft. I placed her inside and turned to look at Steve again. I was getting ready to jump back into the fray when a woman began running towards the edge.
"No! I won't leave unless I can find my husband!" I saw a woman start to leave the craft and I jumped inside and held her back. I look over behind the woman to see a very frightened looking young boy.
"How many more vessels are coming?" I asked the medic.
"I believe these ones are the last." He responded while continuing to look after her patients. I turned back to the woman.
"Ma'am he's probably on just on another one. Calm down." She beat against my arms. I sighed and looked back at Steve and growled. "You have five seconds to get off of this death trap, Rogers, or I swear I will kill you before it does." I was pretty sure I saw that bastard smirk briefly before continuing to fight. The crafts began to back away from the island and I clenched the metal bar so hard it began to twist in on itself. I was getting ready to make a jump for one of pipes hanging out of the island before I saw him jump. My heart was in my throat as I watched him sail through the air. I knew he was going to make it but after all the shit I had witnessed in the past few days I was getting damn tired of watching him put his life in danger. He landed in the raft beside mine and I let out the breath that I had apparently been holding. I sat down and put my back against the cool metal and sighed.
When we touched ground I was going to kill him.
I grabbed Koshka and jumped out before we landed; I set her down and turned to look at him. Our eyes met and I would have laughed at his confused expression if I wasn't ready to wring his neck. I whistled at Koshka and turned to leave. Steve would follow me, that I knew for certain. I could hear his footsteps echo behind mine even amidst all the chaos of people running about. We had landed not that far from Moscow and I knew this country like the back of my hand. We had been walking for a good twenty minutes, him following about fifteen feet behind me while Koshka panted happily at my side, before he spoke up.
"Bucky." He called out and stopped walking. I stopped walking and turned to look at my dog.
"Stay." I commanded and she lay down and put her head on her paws. I turned around and started walking towards Steve, pulling my gloves off calmly I threw them on the ground and then grabbed Steve's throat. "I'm going to kill you."
"What-"
"No. You don't get to talk Steve. I do. I try to live a normal life without you and all this confusion that happens every time I'm around you and you go and pull a stunt like this. You had to know I would see it."
"There were civilians in trouble, the whole world was in trouble; I couldn't just ignore that. I never asked you to come, and I handled my part just fine. Don't pin this on me." He grabbed my arm and twisted it away from his neck.
"I couldn't see what I saw and not come. I couldn't see that you were in danger and not be there in case you needed me. Don't you get it Rogers? This is why I can't stand you. Because you don't even have to say anything and I come to you. I'm at your beck and call just like I was with Hydra only this time I can't just wake up from the mind control and stop. You made me love you and now that the Asset is gone I have nothing again, no purpose other than to be your toy. You don't need me and I know that. Yet the second I think you put yourself in danger I get pissed. I follow you across the world to make sure you're safe. I love you and I can't tell if I'm hanging on to a memory or if this is real." I turned away from him and begin walking back towards the city. I felt arms wrap around my waist and I stop.
"I love you too Buck. And I've done a lot of stupid things I have no control over because of that fact. I'm not trying to control you, but seeing that you still care, that you care enough to get angry; that makes me happy. Maybe we are hanging onto memories, but don't we owe it to those memories to at least try? You're not a toy to me, you're something precious. I don't know how you can't see how amazing you are, you couldn't back then either. You don't need me to depend on you to make you wonderful. I still need you, I go crazy without you. You're the best part of me." I sigh as he rests his head on my shoulder.
"I'm prone to violence and I've killed dozens of innocent people. I'm not the best part of anything." I don't know why I let him weave his fingers though mine.
"You're passionate and fiery. You help people without any thought to how it might affect you. I learned this from watching you. I am who I am today because of the example you set for me. Don't downplay yourself if you're going to hold me on some sort of pedestal."
"I'm tired of running from you." I said, defeated.
"And I'm tired of watching you go. Don't leave me." He hugged my waist tighter.
"I won't."