Sebastian Stan Short Stories

Bucky Barnes [18]

"Chase"

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"Does anyone have eyes on the targets?" I asked into my com link. My back was pressed against a wide marble column, and I held my weapon in my hands. 

"Negative," Natasha answered, her voice coming in loud and clear even though she was far from me. I wasn't actually sure where she was. We had all split up early on in our mission. 

"I have eyes on the package, but no targets in sight," Wanda added. 

"Don't move on it," I hissed. "If you don't see anyone nearby that means they've got someone hidden in the rafters."

"I agree," Natasha said. "Where are you? We'll come and provide cover fire."

"I'm near the atrium on level eight," Wanda told us. 

"I'm on level five. I can be there in two minutes if I don't run into anyone," Natasha joked. I could hear her ready her gun. 

"I'm stuck on level six, Nat. I need back-up," I requested. 

"Where? I'm on my way," she said. As soon as I heard the words, someone began to fire at my hiding spot. 

"Midway between the north elevators and main lab. There's a balcony above me," I answered. I checked the magazine on my gun, braced it to my shoulder, and came out from behind the stone column just long enough to fire a few rounds. 

"How many targets are on you?" she asked. I looked at the pattern of fire on the wall behind me. The shots had come from two angles. 

"At least two. Ground level and semi-automatic fire. I think Red and Blue are on me," I informed her. I had a few more rounds left before I'd have to change my magazine. 

"I'm on the level seven balcony now," Natasha told me. "I can't see you."

More fire came from new angles, but whoever was shooting at me was still at ground level. 

"That shooting wasn't me," I whisper-shouted. I dropped to one and edged myself out of hiding. I fired a few quick rounds and ducked back into safety. "That was me."

"I've got company," Wanda announced. 

"I've got eyes on Red and Blue," Natasha said at nearly the same time. 

"White or Violet?" I asked Wanda. 

"White. Definitely White," she confirmed. Her breathing picked up as if she was moving suddenly. 

"I'm about to fire from the balcony," Natasha interrupted. "Can you get out while I cover you?"

"Affirmative," I said. I readied myself to duck and run towards the nearest side hallway. "Wanda, evasive maneuvers. Avoid the atrium. Violet is probably stationed there."

"Confirmed," she answered. Someone began to fire from directly above me, and I sprinted out from behind the column. Natasha was covering for me, but the counter-insurgents still fired as well. Splatters of bright blue paint ended up smeared on the floor and walls as I ran past. 

I kept jogging once I got into the hallway, aiming for the stairs that would take me to level eight and package. 

"Nat, I'm out," I told her. "Wanda, we're coming your way."

"You sound out of breath," Natasha teased. 

"Cap nearly got me," I admitted. "I mean Blue almost got me. I forgot how good of a shot he was."

"Rendezvous in the south stairwell," Natasha instructed. "I'm going there now."

"Am I staying or going?" Wanda checked. There was a steady crackling on her end of the radio link, and it had to be coming from her weapon of choice: her own supernatural gifts.