Nothin' More then Friends

Chapter Two: Trouble comes a Knockin'

Thump, thump, thump.

Steve's soft blue eyes flew open, suddenly acutely aware of the presence lying across him. He made it to his elbows before realizing Bucky's utterly naked body was wrapped around him. The glinting metal arm was curled around Steve's back and their legs were tangled together, the sheets torn. Hot breath pressed against his neck, where Bucky had burrowed his head. He froze, the memories of last night blazing through his mind.

Bucky wet from the shower. Bucky on his knees. Bucky sucking his cock.

Jesus, his best friend had given him a blowjob.

He could feel himself get hard.

Thump, thump, thump.

He realized what had woken him as another loud round of pounding started.

The checkout was at twelve. He couldn't see the time, but between his internal clock and the pale periwinkle light weakly drifting in through the shuttered windows, it seemed unlikely it was the staff here to usher them out.

His eyes flickered down to Bucky, prepared to move him, only to find sharp grey focused on him. Bucky rolled off him gracefully, and Steve pretended not to notice his nakedness as he came to his feet.

Pulling on some jeans from his pack, he made his way to the door. He checked the hole, seeing only a middle-aged man with unfriendly brown eyes sporting the hotel uniform.
He pulled the door open, the gauzy pink sky of early morning stretching above him.
"Señor, Hay dos hombres en el escritorio para usted."
Steve blinked once, trying to translate the words. Hombres was man, escritorio was desk, and then it clicked.
There were two men at a desk for him.

Warning bells went off and he discreetly looked around. Fury or anyone from the team had his number, there was no reason they couldn't have called first. This meant whoever these people were, they didn't have his number. Secondly, this was a undercover operation - no one who didn't know where he was already shouldn't know where he was staying. Which made Steve uneasy and question their intentions. What Steve would have done if he was in their position was follow the hotel manager and try to catch him off guard, at least if they were enemies. He would have followed this up with setting up a team around the area, especially with he were dealing with someone as notorious as himself.
So he stood there, shirtless and using the hotel manager as a body shield, discreetly screening the area for potential threats. The hotel was located is the middle of the city and despite the early Wednesday morning, the streets bustled with activity. It was impossible to discern who was a enemy and who was a civilian. Or where they might be hiding. Directly in his line of vision was a elderly women walking alongside children down the dirt road, a few goats straggling beside them. He could see a young man talking to a women on a doorstep, leaning closer then friends would. A rogue dog barked as it played with a parade of scared chicken. People walked back and forth, mostly locals from what he could see but he spotted a few tourists - gaudy splashes of artificial color against the warm city. A decrepit car sped past but the driver didn't even glance at Steve.

The weather wasn't searing yet but the warm air pressed against his skin like a unpleasant kiss. He was aware of the hotel manager talking to him but he missed most of what he had said. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement from the roof of an adjacent building. Sniper. He forced a smile across his face as the man continued to speak. The bank from down the street had someone on it too. Two snipers, these people weren't taking any chances. Then again, he wouldn't either if he had the winter solider and Captain America on his hands.

He barged in after the man finished speaking,

"Déjame ponerme ropa." Let me put on some clothes. He smiled for emphasis and quickly slid back into the room, closing and bolting the door.

Leaving him in abrupt darkness.

"Bucky." He said while turning around to wake Bucky only to find him fully dressed and armed. The Winter Solider in all his ferocious glory. A black bullet-proof vest tightened around his muscular torso, filled with ammo and weapons, dark combat boots making him look even more intimidating. A M400 Tactical Carbine was in one hand and a knife was latched onto his waist. Despite the weapons, his icy grey eyes looked the most lethal. No longer the soft grey that Steve had stared into last night but cold dead mirrors.

"I know. Three snipers and at least six implants on the ground level."

Steve nodded, ignoring the sickening feeling in his gut at seeing Bucky so apathetic. Bucky walked forward and peaked through the shutters, throwing Steve's shirt to him.

"They're getting ready to infiltrate. There's a window in the-"

"-the bathroom that we can exit through." Steve finished. "I checked for escape routes last night." Bucky gave him a mirthless grin, white teeth reminding him of a wolf. His eyes were focused on something through the shutters.
"We need to move." Steve had just finished lacing his shoes up and grabbed his Shield off the musty carpet. Had it really been that dirty last night?
He kicked open the bathroom door and watched Bucky pry open the bars over the window using his metal arm.
Bucky went first, climbing up on the toilet and gracefully pulling himself through. Steve went less gracefully, snagging a pant-leg on some glass and ignoring the sharp pain of a cut. He dropped next to Bucky and they took off, moving into the crowd in a almost synchronized rhythm and finding a path through some buildings. He snagged a coat off a hook and felt momentarily guilty before bullets splattered overhead and Bucky tackled him to the ground. Screams were coming from all around them and he rolled for cover between two buildings.
Pulling his head up he witnessed Bucky shooting at someone on a roof before throwing his knife, squarely hitting one of their assailants in the chest. And then he was beside Steve and they were running, Steve using his shield to cover them and Bucky on the offensive.
He had forgotten how well they complimented each other. They were practically made for each other; two super soldiers crafted for war and violence. Albeit for opposite sides.

Neither had to say where they were headed, when they had first arrived in Mexico they had discussed a safe-house location.
Eventually they were able to slow to a walk and they began to weave through the approaching dense crowd. Unfortunately, this wasn't New York or Brooklyn and he and Bucky didn't exactly look or dress like the average citizen here. They were both significantly taller then average person and now Bucky had blood splatters over his arms. Lovely. Bucky made his way through the crowds with a single-minded determination that sent people scurrying out of his way and Steve followed, watching his back.
This was going to be a long day.

Also, if any of my readers speak Spanish please let me know if it's correct 😄 I used GoogleTranslate and as someone who speaks German, I know Google Translate can be wrong or have incorrect conjugation.