Steve & Bucky, "Maybe you're not thinking hard enough"
"We are so fucked," Bucky said, checking his clip for the sixth time, hoping against hope that it had miraculously refilled. Bullets whizzed overhead while others ricocheted off the side of the Jeep with a worrying ping. "So fucked."
Dernier agreed, adding several colorful French phrases that Bucky couldn't translate exactly, but could understand well enough. The rest of the Commandos had attacked the base head-on, leaving Bucky and Dernier to cover their exit, but they'd been spotted. Now Hydra soldiers had the pair of them pinned down behind their own getaway vehicle, and they were almost out of ammunition.
Bucky lifted his gun over the Jeep's hood, keeping his head safely hidden, and blindly shot twice. That prompted the enemy to return fire, and bullets riddled the side of the Jeep. "How many you think?"
Dernier waited for a lull in the shooting and peeked under the Jeep. "Twenty, maybe thirty," he said.
"You got any grenades left?"
"Oui, duex. We go down swinging, yes?" At Bucky's nod, he handed over one of the grenades, keeping one for himself.
"Let's do this," Bucky said. "Three, tw--"
His countdown was cut off by the sound of a massive explosion that rocked the Jeep. Bucky and Dernier flattened themselves against the ground, taking cover as another explosion rattled them, followed quickly by screams and machine gun fire.
With the concussive force still ringing through their ears, the pair of them cautiously climbed to their knees to see what was going on, only to see Dum Dum grinning at them through the broken windows. Morita stood next to him, looking at the bullet-riddled engine compartment. "I think we need a new ride."
"Jones is working on that," Dum Dum said, offering Bucky a hand up. "Let's get out of here."
Without the Hydra soldiers shooting at them, their retreat went quickly and smoothly. Gabe had commandeered a Hydra Jeep, and before they could pile in for the drive back to Allied territory, Steve wrapped Bucky up in a bone-crushing hug. "You jerk," he hissed. "What were you thinking?"
Bucky hugged him back, feeling weak in the face of the coming adrenaline crash. "I learned that move from you, punk."
Steve's laugh was a little too high and manic. "I can't think of a single time I've done something that stupid."
"Maybe you’re not thinking hard enough," Bucky shot back. "We'll talk about it when we get back to base, okay?"
"You're damn right we will, Sergeant."