1941 {Bucky Barnes x OC}

27.

I knock the gun from his hand and he kicks me, sending me tumbling beside my bed. I grab my knife from my garter under my skirt and open it before launching it at him, pinning his hand into the wall behind him as I hear the door open to my room.

"Betty is everything..." Steve stops mid sentence at the sight before him.

The man removes the knife and wields it while looking between the super soldier and I, before deciding to attack Steve. I need to take him out so I can get her. He thinks.

I watch as Steve fights the man while trying to avoid being stabbed. I approach him from behind and scale his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, effectively cutting off his air supply.

He attempts to stab my leg and misses.

He tries a second time and I move my leg and he lands in within his own abdomen. I tighten my hold on his throat.  Steve rushes over and forces the man's hand, pushing the knife farther into his stomach.

I hop off his back and Steve punches him in the face sending him stumbling back into the wall. I catch the knife as he drops it. He kicks me in the stomach and I fall flat on my back.

Steve tackles him and again begins to punch him across the face. In the heat of the brawl I see the German grab his gun and a short moment later a shot goes off. Steve moves away from the man. Steve cups his shoulder and I see blood coming through his shirt.

The German points his gun again at Steve and something inside of me flips, I move towards him with determination. Using my speed to my advantage, I knock the gun from his hands and hold his head from behind.

"Anything left to say?" I taunt.

"Herr Schmidt will get you in his grasp..." he gasps out.

"Like you're in mine?" I tease. "I guess he hasn't been getting the messages I've been leaving? I'll leave another." I shrug and snap his neck.

His body crumbles to the floor once I'm sure he's dead. I rush Steve to the bathroom, he removes his shirt on that side and I see he is starting to heal but the bullet is still in his shoulder. I rush through my medical kit.

"Sorry Steve!" I say quickly before I use my forceps to pull it out.

He grunts through gritted teeth as I remove it. I begin cleaning the wound and dress it temporarily with gauze.

"That's what? The fourth one to come for you?" He asks.

"Something like that..." I mutter. "So which of us is winning then? If I've had four and you've had two?" I joke.

He rolls his eyes and laughs. "Well you're clearly more desirable to them, so I guess it depends how you'd define winning. Being desirable or having less of a bounty on your head?"

"I appreciate your back up Steve." I smile at him.

"Of course Betty. I don't think you needed it, considering you handled the last five on your own, Stiletto." He winks at his nickname for my stiletto blade wielding, alter ego that comes out when fighting.