Bad Company Blues - Bucky BarnesxOC

Part 6: getaway car

A/N: Part two of Zemo's party. Bucky has issues.

CW: Masturbation.

"What do we do with him?!" Eden hisses. Loki murmurs softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. Eden's heart is in her throat. She may have really fucked this one up.

"Just put him in the back of the truck," Bucky grunts as he opens the door, his brows knit together and his mouth twisted into an angry grimace. "On three."

He starts to swing Loki's unconscious body, but Eden keeps still. Bucky snarls in frustration.

"Dammit, Klein!"

"This is your plan?! Toss him into the back of a van and leave him to bleed out?!"

"You're the one who stabbed him!" Bucky spits. "Maybe you should have thought of that before you sliced and diced his kidney!"

Eden scoffs.

"Oh, that's fucking rich coming from a man who's killed a shitload of people! Now you feel bad for Loki?! What about everything he's done?!"

"Seems like you feel a little bad too, Klein, so don't give me that shit," Bucky mutters. He lets out a sharp exhale. "Look, I don't want another member of Hydra finding out that we shanked their cronie, so excuse me for freaking out a little! The last thing we need is them on our ass while we're trying to find Rumlow. Do you want that? Because I sure as shit don't."

Eden is silent while Bucky's eyes are wide and manic. His chest heaves and he breathes deeply through his nose. He gestures for her to help him get Loki into the back of the truck, making a little hmm?! sound in the back of his throat. Eden sighs and acquiesces. He's right. She hates to admit it, but he is. She should have let Bucky handle it. In her defense, though, Loki was going to shoot him. So, technically, she saved his ass, and probably a couple of other people at that party.

They toss Loki's limp ragdoll-like body into the back of the truck with a loud, hollow thunk. He groans and flops a little like a fish.

Bucky swears under his breath. He reaches for a first aid kit sitting near the door, pulls up Loki's suit jacket and shirt, and stuffs the wound with gauze to keep him from bleeding out. It's the nicest thing he's done for the guy, and Loki should thank him. He tucks Loki's shirt back in and smooths out his jacket while Eden watches, that helpless feeling rising in her chest as she chews the lipstick off of her bottom lip.

"Don't worry," Oeznik announces from behind them. He's wiping his hands with a towel. A smile lingers on his lips. "I will have one of my men take him back to Hydra. Pierce can sort him out from there."

Eden turns around, her eyes wide.

"That's a damn good way to start a turf war. Hydra's going to know he was here."

"You started the turf war," Bucky replies. "If you wanna get technical."

"Barnes, when I want your opinion, I'll beat it out of you," Eden snaps, her eyes burning with rage.

He bites his lip, mocking her and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, is that a promise, Klein?"

She doesn't like the way he says it, like he's flirting with her. And she really doesn't like the fact that the question makes her blush. Eden grabs her pistol out of her holster and aims it at him, her eyes narrowed and her mouth set in a firm line.

"Try me, fuckface."

Rage always squashes any attraction she feels toward Bucky. It's so easy to hate him.