Marvel Imagines

Don't Leave Me Alone (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

A/N: Inspired by me watching Civil War again for a number I shall not disclose. Sorta sad, but happy? I like how this one turned out. The visualization I managed to wind up with really perked my interest. Also, this sorta wanders a bit, but oh well. Enjoy?

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Rain pours down on your hooded form, the odd rumble of thunder and crack of lightning dazzling your sight and illuminating the dim darkness surrounding you.

It's late.

Too late.

And the rain isn't making your life any better.

I mean, it's not like being on the run from every local gang across Romania is helping either.

Grumbling to yourself, you hurry your strides, hoping the dingy motel you'd spotted on the corner earlier today would have some vacancy.

If not...

Well, looks like sleeping in some alleyway in the middle of Bucharest it is then.

It's not like you haven't had to sleep in alleyways before.

Just never in the pouring rain.

Another low rumble of thunder and a crack of lightning fills your senses, the sound and the light bouncing off the brick walls surrounding you on either side, almost momentarily rendering you oblivious.

But, as your senses hastily rush back to meet you, so does an unexpected fist, hitting you across the jaw, sending your shocked figure reeling.

"You can't run forever. Just give us back the weapon," Your attacker, clad in all black from head to toe snarls, the glimmer of a dagger in his left hand earning an annoyed groan from you.

"I've already told you, I don't have your weapon. In fact, I never did. And a dagger - seriously? Fight me like a man - hand to hand," You taunt, pulling back your hood and brushing a stray piece of instantly soaked hair out of your way.

The person opposite to you just laughs maniacally, shifting into a different stance.

"I am no fool, girl."

And with that, your attacker lunges forward, blade glimmering against the flickering street light above.

His attacks are sloppy at first - easy to evade and leave plenty of room open for your own defensive counter measures to connect.

But, as time wears on, your own maneuvers are beginning to tire, a few good blows of his causing your mind to reel.

As you raise your arms to protect your face, watching as he raises his arm to take a swipe at you with his blade, the steel slices the sleeves of your jacket with ease, tearing the flesh beneath it in one skillfully straight line.

A cry of agony falls from your lips, anger bubbling within you as he kicks you back, booted foot connecting with your chest.

"I... never... took your weapon," You breathe out through laboured breaths, back pressed against the wall, lightning crackling overhead, illuminating your surroundings in a bright white light.

Your attacker is nearing your worn out, defeated form, his now bloodied knife outdrawn, poised to deliver yet another blow.

But, before you can even react, another figure emerges from the shadows, leaping at the darkly clad figure and tackling him to the ground, delivering a few harsh punches to his as they fall.

Startled, you silently watch as your apparent saviour is tossed off of where he had previously pinned your foe and into some nearby garbage bins, scrambling to make his way to his feet.