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Bucky and Clint
Sep. 21st, 2016 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
protivvyterWarm breezes blew over the rooftops, rustling all the trees surrounding the palace complex. The sun had set long ago, but the earth hadn't quite given up all the warmth yet. A shadow crept along the rooftop, surefooted and carrying something in one hand.
The last dying rays of the sunset outlined Bucky's form to anyone who cared to look up. He took a deep breath, looking out over the jungle, and the palace. The evening wasn't bad.
He'd retreated up here while Steve handled something or other with the others. It's not that he didn't love Steve - he did - but the man was hovering. It was like he used to do sometimes, when Steve was at his weakest.
Now he knew how damned annoying it was.
He settled down on the edge of the roof and put the six pack of beer next to him. His legs dangled out into space.
Bucky doubted that anyone would have heard the approaching steps. There was something about them that said that the walker was used to moving silently. It wasn't conscious now, probably.
Bucky felt the muscles in his back tighten as he felt those steps get closer. Something about them said 'not a foe' though, so he didn't reach for the knife he kept in his boot. (He'd promised not to carry a gun, but he'd be damned if he gave up his knife.)
"Beer's cold." It could only be one of two people behind him. Both assassins, both with giant targets on their backs. Partially because of him. But he wouldn't mind some company. Maybe it would keep the nightmares at bay.
The last dying rays of the sunset outlined Bucky's form to anyone who cared to look up. He took a deep breath, looking out over the jungle, and the palace. The evening wasn't bad.
He'd retreated up here while Steve handled something or other with the others. It's not that he didn't love Steve - he did - but the man was hovering. It was like he used to do sometimes, when Steve was at his weakest.
Now he knew how damned annoying it was.
He settled down on the edge of the roof and put the six pack of beer next to him. His legs dangled out into space.
Bucky doubted that anyone would have heard the approaching steps. There was something about them that said that the walker was used to moving silently. It wasn't conscious now, probably.
Bucky felt the muscles in his back tighten as he felt those steps get closer. Something about them said 'not a foe' though, so he didn't reach for the knife he kept in his boot. (He'd promised not to carry a gun, but he'd be damned if he gave up his knife.)
"Beer's cold." It could only be one of two people behind him. Both assassins, both with giant targets on their backs. Partially because of him. But he wouldn't mind some company. Maybe it would keep the nightmares at bay.