Chapter twenty
Bucky stared at the barrel, his heart pounding against his chest, thrumming through his ears.
“Sitwell..It doesn’t have to be like this” He said, not trying to sound scared, he is, a little bit.
“My orders are to destroy the Nomad and his empire. You’re a part of that. If I kill you, it will kill Nomad” He said bluntly. Bucky smirked, “That’s where you’re wrong Jasper. It won’t kill him, he’ll kill you” Bucky stepped forward carefully. “Besides..Who says he isn’t on the other side of that door?”
Sitwell loosened his grip slightly, regaining it just as quickly. “You’re bluffing”
“Am I?” Bucky stepped forward again, remembering the knife in his pocket, “Wherever he goes, I go, and vice versa”
Bucky saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Strengthening his grip on the gun, he pressed the barrel in between his eyes. “It’s nothing personal Bucky, you’re a pretty guy, with a whole lotta potential..Why did you have to get mixed up in this?” He asked.
“I changed career paths” He shrugged. “It’s a shame, it really is..I don’t want to do this Bucky. I respect the Nomad, despite his many, many faults. He’s an alright guy. Minus the psychopathic tendencies. You’re not completely irritating” Sitwell said, glancing at the door, half expecting the Nomad to burst in and shoot his brains out.
“I’m flattered. Really” Bucky said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Bucky glanced at the door at the same time, expecting Natasha to break down the door and protect her brother in arms, but nothing.
“But, orders are orders” He said, returning his gaze back to the brunette.
Bucky smirked seeing his finger twitch on the trigger, using that super speed of his he darted out of the way as soon as Sitwell let the shot off, appearing behind the man. “What the he-” Bucky spun the man around spartan kicking him into the back wall. The force of it made the gun fly out of his hand, and his body leaving a decent dent in the drywall.
“You cun-” Sitwell was letting out raspy breaths.
Bucky clicked his tongue with a giggle, pulling out his knife playing with the blade between his fingers. “Is that anyway to speak to the prince of crime?” Bucky climbed on top of him, aiming the blade for his left eye.
“No-” He coughed violently, “Not the eye!” Sitwell tried to shield himself, but Bucky had pinned his arms with his knees. “I will mail your boss your eyeball with your fucking brainstem still attached if you don’t tell me everything you know” Bucky snapped, growling. Slowly raising his hand ready to skewer Sitwell’s eye.
“Fi-fine” He wheezed. “J-just let me go, first”
“No chance” Bucky laughed menacingly. “Now tell me!”
Nice, nice
Oh my god! You’re turning into Steve, this is priceless
Sitwell took a deep struggling breath. “Pierce wants to assassinate everyone associated with the Nomad, until-” Sitwell coughed, “-Until he’s isolated and vulnerable. The plan was to knock off his friends and henchmen first, so that only you and Nomad were left”
“Then?” Bucky snarls, bringing the blade closer.
“Then Pierce was gonna take you, rape you and send your body to Nomad. Pierce figured th-that scenario would be the Nomad’s greatest fear” He stuttered.
Bucky’s eyes darkened hearing the plan, losing everyone, losing him, would send Steve over the edge of insanity. Seeking revenge on Pierce, thus probably killing himself in the process.
“Why kill me now then? If you needed me to be alive?” Bucky asked. “Despite our current-” Sitwell looked around the room “Situation, nobody deserves that fate. I figured, better to shoot you point blank and get it over with, than be tortured, taken advantage of and slowly killed.” He explained.
“Such a gentlemen” Bucky quips, “Since you’re no longer of use to me,and I’ll be damned if I’m gon’ let you and Pierce pose a threat to Steve’s life, much less kill him..So I’m gonna kill you” Bucky giggled with a smile watching Sitwell’s eyes go wide in fear.
There’s the coward
Make Daddy proud
Bucky brought the knife down into Sitwell’s eye carving the organ out of the socket, relishing in the warm blood over his flesh hand and the other man’s screams. Bucky laughed pulling the knife out and in turn the eyeball still attached to the optic nerve. “Pretty” Bucky smiled, severing the nerve so he could leave it at Pierce’s doorstep.
Bucky smiled detaching the top half of Sitwell’s face from his skull, peeling his scalp and face back like a banana, carving a Joker-esque smile from cheek to cheek. The defining blow so to speak, is Bucky cutting Sitwell’s throat so deeply his head nearly rolls off his shoulders.
By the time the brunette is done, he’s covered in blood, his hands covered. The walls along with his face, body and clothes are splattered with the stuff. Bucky takes a picture to show to Daddy after this is all over, along with one of him licking blood off his knife.
Bucky carves Pierce a message on the wall;
I’VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU - BB
Sitwell’s severed eye pinned next to it with a pen.
Bucky tucks his phone and knife away in his pocket, hoping to whatever deity out there that Steve isn’t home when he gets there, so he can throw these clothes directly into the washer.
As soon as he reaches the other side of the door, he is practically pounced on by Tasha, her eyes going wide at the amount of blood on Bucky. “Oh my God! Yasha, are you okay?” She checked him over only to discover his re-opened knuckles and some light bruising around his wrist. Bucky’s hair was slightly loose from the high neat bun it was in earlier, apart from that he has the biggest smile on his face.
“I’m fine…You should see Sitwell, or..not depends on if you wanna keep your food down” He giggles, Tasha against her better judgment peaks around him into the room, gagging a little at the sight she’s met with.
“Oh Hun, I’m so proud of you! I thought I was gonna find you unconscious with six missing teeth”
“Well, thanks for your vote of confidence!” Bucky said slightly offended. “I can handle myself y’know”
“I know, I’m sorry I doubted you Yasha. So what happened?” Nat asked. Bucky filled her in on what happened in the coatroom, not leaving out a single detail.
“It goes from incredibly badass to absolutely sick” Nat smirks shaking her head, “You’re a sick man, Bucky Barnes”
“Thank you” Bucky smiles, taking it as a compliment.
“Do you think Pierce, will heed your warning or get scared and messy?”
“Only time will tell. I mean it won’t be long for word to spread of Sitwell’s demise, Pierce doesn’t have his secret weapon anymore” Bucky said getting in the passenger seat of the car. “Regardless of what happens, I think you’re ready to take on Pierce” Nat said, starting the engine.
“I’ve been tellin’ ya that for days, you need ta give me a lil’more credit Red. I didn’t become the Nomad’s boyfriend by making the odd sandwich and spreading my legs, contrary to popular belief.”
“I know, I’m sorry Bucky, okay? Consider me told” Widow apologized, driving in the direction of Bucky’s house. “I’d tell you fix your hair before you got home but,” She glanced at his blood splattered self “I can see the wet spots despite the dark colors and it’s all over your hands and face”
“I doubt it, he’s been ignoring my texts all day” Suddenly Bucky felt his stomach drop to his balls at the realization that he hadn’t seen or heard from him in a long time. Bucky pulled out his phone leaving bloody thumb prints on the screen, dialing Steve’s number.
Straight to voicemail
Bucky called him three more times being met with the same thing. “He ain’t pickin’ up Red, what if somethin’ happened”
“Calm down, I’m sure the idiot just left his phone in the car or something”
Bucky bit his lip, nodding. Everything was gonna be fine, Steve’s totally fine. Bucky felt tears spring in his eyes. As soon as Tasha pulled in front of Bucky’s crib, he jumped out instantly, running to the door.
“Bucks, do you want me to stay?” Nat shouted from the car. “No, you go home.I can handle myself”
For the first time since they had met, Tasha didn’t doubt a word. Bucky had proved himself to be as criminal as the rest of New York City’s rouges.
“Steve? Daddy you home?” Bucky shouted, “Stevie?”
Bucky gasped when he heard a clatter coming from one of the rooms on the main level. Unable to focus enough to pinpoint where it was coming from, Bucky flipped his bloody knife open, walking towards the noise, Not caring about the blood all over him.
The sound led him to the gym, Bucky held the knife in his hand, ready to strike. Pushing the gym door open slowly, the plates in his fingers shifted as he tightened his grip. The noise had stopped being replaced by an eerie silence. Bucky slowly stepped into the room, before he had a chance to clear the room, a figure leapt on top of him, throwing his body to the floor. Bucky yelped when his body smacked against the hard flooring.
Bucky looked up at his attacker who was now pressing his weight onto his body, pinning him to the ground.
“Puppy? Jesus Christ. Don’t sneak up on me again!” Steve spat, still pinning him. “Sorry Daddy” his face relaxed. “I heard a noise, I thought someone broke in”
That’s when he realized that Steve was shirtless, wearing his old shield sweatpants that he only wore when he was working out. That’s why he didn’t answer his phone.
Told ya
His hair was messy and he had a shiny layer of sweat over his tattooed muscles.
“Well detective, if you’re goin’ ta sneak up on an intruder, I suggest you put the dogtags in your pocket next time.” He retorted, lifting off Bucky’s body, slightly. “Yes, commander,” Bucky mocked.
The blond smiled leaning down to kiss him, stopping in his tracks when he caught sight of the blade still firmly held in his left hand. Steve’s eyes wandered over his body seeing the dried blood on his body and face, along with the bruises around his flesh wrist.
“What happened?” He asked, grabbing the smaller man's jaw, squeezing. Bucky winced trying to turn his head away. “Stop, I hurt!”
Steve growled, squeezing harder. “What happened?” He asked again, with a darker tone. “Someone tried to jump Tasha, We took care of it” the lie rolled off his tongue without delay.
“You always seem to find yourself in trouble, don’t ya Bucks?” Steve said, running his fingers over his cheek. “What can I say? I’m attracted to danger” He bit his lip seductively, trying to distract him with his body.
Bucky brought his legs up to Steve’s waist holding him in a vice-like grip, using all his strength to flip them over, Placing a fiery kiss on his lips. “Yes, you are” Steve growled, grabbing his waist he threw the brunette back, onto the floor. Bucky closed his eyes, meeting his lips once again, it was different this time, it was like Steve was searching for answers.
Steve held the back of Bucky’s neck, forcing his tongue further down his throat. Bucky moaned into his mouth, grasping the back of his shoulders. Steve’s right hand lowered to the button on Bucky’s slacks, popping it and slowly pulling them down, past his thighs.
A rough cough cut threw their make-out session. Steve paused for a moment, deciding to ignore it, swallowing his puppy’s whimpering.
Jack Rollins stood at the entrance of the gym, cursing his boss and his boss’s boss. Fucking Rumlow sending him to interupt the couple. He cleared his throat again, uncomfortably.
Holding a burner phone close to his chest, he coughed louder, hoping to get Steve’s attention, he couldn’t quite peel his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.
“Boss?”
Steve rolled his eyes, recognising the deep voice that Rollins always spoke with.
“For fuck sake” He mumbled under his breath. Steve whipped his head around to Jack, still holding Bucky underneath him. “I’m a lil’busy here, Beat it”
Bucky whined, grabbing Steve by his hair pulling him back down to his lips. Bucky didn’t care much that Jack was watching, he was too wrapped up in the moment to give a shit.
“Boss, It’s important” He said with a trembling voice when his eyes caught the top of Bucky’s lacey underwear. “I- It’s the phone, It’s about that uh-That thing”
Bucky giggled when he felt Steve’s bearded jaw tense. “The quicker you answer tha phone, tha quick’a we can get back ta our..workout” He said, running his thumb over his bottom lip. Steve bit his thumb playfully, “Fine” He huffed with a whine, he got off Bucky and walked towards Jack, adjusting his shield sweats. He grabbed the phone pushing past Jack, walking out of the gym.
Jack stood there with his mouth open when he saw that Bucky was a panting mess. His pants were practically around his ankles, his borrowed shirt held together by the last two bottom buttons. His chest pulsing up and down flushed, trying to steady his aroused state.
Bucky looked up to Jack’s wide eyes. He smiled sweetly, raising his right hand, just as Jack thought he was about to beckon him over…Bucky gave him the middle finger.
“Get lost, Rollins. You can’t afford me” Bucky spat, pulling his pants up. Jack narrowed his eyes at the two toned brunette, not understanding how Rumlow can go back and forth with the small brunette. “Bitch” Jack mumbled as he left the room.
As Jack left, the Nomad was pacing the floor, with an annoyed expression on his face. Jack slipped past him unnoticed, just at the right time too.
“What did you say!?” Steve shouted down the phone.