The Unholy War

14

     You woke the next morning,  lazy rivulets of rain as they cascaded down one of the windows in your apartment. You sat up and continued to watch as the rain came down lightly. You pulled yourself from you bed and ready yourself for your day.
**
Steve wandered around the city, wondering how the hell to deal with Clint. If the angel turned on him he would loose everything, his position heaven, his rank, his grace, he would be cast out of heaven and condemned to hell where no doubt hoards of demons awaited him. Ready to rip him to shreds just to push him back together and do it again.
He didn't want to loose you either though, you gave him something he hadn't realized. You made him feel, not just physically, angels could feel pain and sorrow. They could feel joy, and in a sense love but whatever this feeling was deep in his chest, the one caused the muscles in his chest to tighten. The feeling that made his pulse quicken when he saw your face, he couldn't describe it.
Whatever spell you had cast on him he didn't want it to leave him. He stopped outside the diner, watching as customers filed in, escaping the consistent drizzle of the water cascading down from the sky. He saw you as you flitted from table to table, an easy smile on your face as you greeted each of the customers.
Had he been paying attention to the people filing in he would of noticed, but he was to focused on you. To focused on his own problem, he never saw the group of demons that entered the building. He never saw them as they seated themselves in the back, or how they watched you.
Steve turned away from the building, he needed to figure out how to deal with Clint. He needed to make the angel understand.
Meanwhile across town Bucky sat high above the city, holding tightly onto the metal spike pointing to the grey heavens. The rain coated his face as he watched the humans far beneath him, he ignored the stinging on his forehead. The gash had already started to heal and in a couple hours it and the bruises would no longer be visible.
"So, heard you laid Dark Reign and about thirty demons, including Nat, to waste last night." Sam announced his presence, leaning against the slanted roof. "Hope you realize that you got a huge fuckin' target on your back now, especially once they all claw their way back out."
"Don't care." Bucky responded, his eyes never leaving the scene before him.
"So, what made you turn all demoncital on us?" The other man asked, Bucky didn't respond, he didn't want to admit the truth. "It's the girl, from the bar, isn't it?"
"The bet is off." Bucky finally turned to face him, his blue eyes as cold as the arctic.
"Kinda figured that, so mind tell me what's really going on? Cause when those asshats come crawlin' back I'm going to want know what we're facing." Sam stated, pushing himself to standing position.
"This is my fight, Sam." Bucky spoke as he walked past the man.
"Sure, and your fight is my fight, so what are we getting into." Sam asked again following the other demon.
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You walked up the table of five men, each more scruffy then the next. Something about them made you nervous, maybe it was the all black they wore. Or the glint of trouble in their eyes, you weren't sure but it made the hairs on your neck stand on end.
"Morning guys, can I start you off with some coffee?" You asked, already wanting to get this done and over with.
"Well, well, aren't you cute, y/n? You the girl Sarge has been talking about?" One them asked, he flashed you a smile, you were sure it was meant to be warm, but it made you feel cold and small.
"Who's Sarge?" You asked softly, fidgeting with your notepad.
"Sorry, he probably told you Bucky." He gleamed. "I'm Rumlow, one of his.. coworkers."
"Oh, I guess then." You tried to still your trembling fingers.
"Brock!" Bucky's voice startled you, your head whipped around, eyes landing on him. His posture was tense, and his eye bore into the man seated at the table before you. His friend Sam walked up, the look on his face told you that these men didn't get along.
"Rumlow, thought you were away." Sam spoke, his own words tense.
"Well, I was, stopped by Home picked up a couple of buddies. Decided to catch up over some food, learned some interesting things." Brock stated, you backed up slightly feeling uncomfortable.
"Ain't That something, you have buddies now, last I heard no one wanted to work with you." Sam announced, gripping Bucky's shoulder tightly pulling him away from the table. "Make sure he doesn't the lot of you killed, that's what happened to his last team."
He managed to pull Bucky away, seating them on the opposite side, out of your section. If you hadn't been uncomfortable before now you were for sure. You took their orders and retreated to the kitchen to recompose yourself.
"You okay?" Allison asked placing her hand on your shoulder, you jumped involuntarily.
"Yeah, it's just that table. They give me the creeps." You said shakily, looking up over the half wall at them. "Sam made a comment about the one sitting on the edge on the right hand side, about him getting his last team killed."
"Jeeze." She spoke softly standing on the tips of her toes looking over at them. "He looks militant, maybe that's what happened, like mercenary for hire type thing."
"I don't know, Bucky said that he was security." You whispered, looking over at were him and Sam were.
"We can switch sides if you want." She offered, shrugging.
"Allison, I have never done that. I'm the lead waitress and what would that say if I back down from a couple of rough looking men?" You sighed, rubbing your hand through your hair, gathering yourself.
"Smart?" The door singing and both of you looked over as three new people walked in.
The lead man pulled his rose colored sunglasses off, sliding them into the breast pocket of his heathered grey dress suit. The man that stood just behind him looked nervous, his dark curls were in a mess, and he was dressed in wrinkled clothing. The third man was African, and he walked very stiffly as the took a table near the other five.
"Now he looks like money." Allison spoke up.
While the three of you were distracted Bucky and Sam left the building, vanishing into thin air. No one saw them dematerialize of course, lighting etched it way across the sky as you looked back at Allison.