Held at gunpoint, Manhandling, Forced to their knees
“Stop.”
Bucky freezes as he feels a gun being pressed to his left temple, Left arm twisted painfully into his back. In front of him, Steve does the same, looking on in horror.
They’re all breathing hard, the fight taking a lot out of each of them. Rumlow’s breath brushes his neck, and he shivers. Steve’s face hardens, and he steps forward.
Rumlow takes a step back, pulling Bucky with him. Bucky suppresses a wince at the pull on his scars.
“One more move, Cap, and your Bucky gets a bullet in his brain,” Rumlow says into Bucky’s ear. Steve stops. “Not that it would be the first time,” he smirks softly. Steve narrows his eyes, clenching his fists, obviously having heard the comment.
“I swear, Rumlow, if you hurt him-”
“Save it Cap. If you stay right there, and let me make my way out of here, you’ll see him again. If not, well,” He presses the gun tighter into Bucky’s head. “You’ll get the privilege of seeing inside his head personally.” Steve looks between Bucky and Rumlow, trying to figure out how to prevent Rumlow from getting away, and save Bucky. Bucky shakes his head minutely.
Steve looks like he wants to argue, but he takes a step back. Trusting Bucky.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Rumlow pulls him backwards, slowly, out the door, down the hall. Bucky watches as Steve’s face falls into dismay and determination. With a look at Steve, Bucky reluctantly allows himself to be pulled down the hall backwards. They keep walking that way, until they reach the entrance of the building.
Once they’ve stopped, and there’s no sound of pursuit from an angry super soldier, Rumlow lets out a breath.
“I didn’t think it would be that easy.” He chuckles.
Bucky refuses to comment.
“What is it that you and that blond idiot of yours say? Oh yeah,” he cocks the gun, shoving Bucky roughly down to his knees. “End of the line, Soldier.”
“And here I thought that at least you were a man of your word,” Bucky said, hoping to distract him. Now that Steve was out of harm's way, Bucky could more easily try to get away. If Rumlow was going to kill him anyway, he had nothing to lose.
“I said that he’d see you again. Not that he’d see you alive.” Rumlow grabs him by the hair, pulling his head back, so he can look him in the eye. “Good bye, Soldier.”
Bucky grabs Rumlow’s arm, where he’s grabbing his hair, pulling him over his shoulder.
Suddenly Steve’s shield comes flying down the hallway, and Bucky leans back a little, just to be certain it doesn’t clip him in the head.
“Steve!” He bellows, angry, as Rumlow scrambles back to his feet, recovered from Bucky’s throw.
Bucky grabs the shield from here it’s landed, shoving into Rumlow’s face.
He stumbles back, but raises the gun to shoot at Bucky.
Before he can get a shot off, Steve barrels down, tackling him from behind. The gun goes off anyway, thankfully not hitting anyone. Steve wrestles with him for a moment, but ultimately gets the gun away from him. He hit’s Rumlow a couple times, until he’s unconscious.
Once he’s certain that he’s down, Steve abandons Rumlow, running for Bucky; scooping him up into a bone crushing hug, pulling him into a heartfelt kiss.
“Scared me,” Steve said, leaning into him.
“You need to watch where you’re throwing your shield.”
Steve huffs, and looks at him with a smile.
“If you hadn’t pulled him over your shoulder, I would have hit him. I was rescuing you.”
“If you had stayed where you were, I could have rescued myself.”
Steve shakes his head.
“See if I ever do anything for you ever again, Jerk.”
“Punk,” Bucky replies, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Now let’s wrap up our present for Shield, and go home.”
Steve kisses him back.
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”