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Guides and Sentinels
Jun. 19th, 2025 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
protivvyterBucky's hand tossed someone to the side. The fight's been long and he's tiring. He knows better than to stop though, knows better than to let it go. Snatching his gun out of the holster, he fires, barely looking at the target, but knowing that he hit what he was aiming at.
Growling he loughs through the next batch of whatever is in his way, and bashes his arm through a wall, yanking someone through it and throwing them away.
He's lost to the fight as he often is. Lost to the fight until his Guide pulls him back, lost to the fight until the bond is tight and draws him back into his humanity.
This time, it's not the words that had drawn this killing machine out of him, but instead, the attack on his Guide. He doesn't know if they're okay or not, but he'll make sure they're okay. No one attacked his Guide.
Bucky pushes forward, grabbing a garbage pan lid as a shield. Bullets ping off of it, until it's worthless but by then, he can ram his fist into the jaw of whoever is in front of him.
Hearing something behind him, he growls and turns, eyes blank and hair hanging in his face. (He needs a haircut.) Who is bothering him? Who dares try to stop him? He'll annihilate them.
Growling he loughs through the next batch of whatever is in his way, and bashes his arm through a wall, yanking someone through it and throwing them away.
He's lost to the fight as he often is. Lost to the fight until his Guide pulls him back, lost to the fight until the bond is tight and draws him back into his humanity.
This time, it's not the words that had drawn this killing machine out of him, but instead, the attack on his Guide. He doesn't know if they're okay or not, but he'll make sure they're okay. No one attacked his Guide.
Bucky pushes forward, grabbing a garbage pan lid as a shield. Bullets ping off of it, until it's worthless but by then, he can ram his fist into the jaw of whoever is in front of him.
Hearing something behind him, he growls and turns, eyes blank and hair hanging in his face. (He needs a haircut.) Who is bothering him? Who dares try to stop him? He'll annihilate them.