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Stella Rogers
"In position." I whispered, settling in what I assumed was Bucky's apartment.
Steve was in his suit with his shield, taking in the environment around us.
There's a mattress with disheveled covers, and various bits of cheap looking furniture.
"Hey Stell, look at this." Steve said, picking up a notebook from the fridge.
"What is it?" I asked, and my brother opened it up, looking at the various coloured tabs.
"Heads up, twins." Sam snapped us out of it, and I grabbed the book, putting it on the counter.
"German Special Forces, approaching from the south."
"Understood." Steve responded, and I turned around to see Bucky standing behind us.
"Steve." I said lowly, and he slowly turned around to face Bucky with me.
"Do you know me?" My brother asked, and Bucky started at him.
"You're Steve, I read about you in a museum." He said, but his eyes were blank and expressionless.
"They've set the perimeter."
"I know you're nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be." I said, and Steve sighed.
"But you're lying."
"Bucky, do you remember me?" I asked, and he just stared at me.
"I wasn't in Vienna, I don't do that anymore." He said, his voice hoarse.
"They're entering the building."
"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now." Steve said, and I took a step toward Bucky, but he took a step back.
"Bucky, they're not planning on taking you alive."
"That's smart, good strategy." He responded, making me sigh.
"They're on the roof, I'm compromised."
"This doesn't have end in a fight, Buck." Steve said, but Bucky shook his head, not believing it.
"It always ends in a fight."
"Five seconds."
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What are the Odds? ~ L.Odinson
Fanfiction"Do you really think it's a coincidence that we are here, together, alone?" "Do you?" "Not at all." ~~ written for @multifandoms104 COMPLETE
