He falls into it without a second thought: he goes left, and she goes right, and he's aware of the spray of gunfire in their wake. He thinks that was lucky and the best thing they can do is stay out of each other's way; he doesn't know anything about Natasha or the way she fights.
At first, he does what he's always done with the Commandos, who stepped into every fight with the odds overwhelmingly stacked: he turns numbers against them. He's one guy in a room mostly full of thugs, and he can move fast enough to put their bodies between his and bullets, blades and fists.
He knows his way around a tommy gun but he drops it when the ammo is out, knees a guy in the crotch, breaks his nose with the butt of his own gun, and takes it from him before before turning it on his buddies. There's a big one barreling toward Natasha, and Bucky puts a few bullets in his head without breaking stride. As they move he realizes there's a hint of familiarity to Natasha's style. He can't catch more than a glimpse of fluid motion in the chaos, but she's sending guys his way, anticipating him, and he can, at least, understand her movements. That's enough that he falls into it and trusts her to be in the right place at the right time.
Three come at him, plus one Natasha's sent from the other direction. He steps out of the way, and a kick sends the man toppling forward into two of the three. Bucky ducks a blow from the last, snags a broken bottle to slash the back of his leg open, comes up and leaves it buried in the gut of a man he sends to the right, knocks another out cold.
As the crowd thins, he's picking targets more efficiently. The guns rapidly fall out of the equation, spent or broken, but the guys who are left have actually started forming a circle around them. Bucky almost wants to laugh. He moves toward her and feels Natasha come up so they're back-to-back like they've been at this their whole lives.
Re: Gangland
At first, he does what he's always done with the Commandos, who stepped into every fight with the odds overwhelmingly stacked: he turns numbers against them. He's one guy in a room mostly full of thugs, and he can move fast enough to put their bodies between his and bullets, blades and fists.
He knows his way around a tommy gun but he drops it when the ammo is out, knees a guy in the crotch, breaks his nose with the butt of his own gun, and takes it from him before before turning it on his buddies. There's a big one barreling toward Natasha, and Bucky puts a few bullets in his head without breaking stride. As they move he realizes there's a hint of familiarity to Natasha's style. He can't catch more than a glimpse of fluid motion in the chaos, but she's sending guys his way, anticipating him, and he can, at least, understand her movements. That's enough that he falls into it and trusts her to be in the right place at the right time.
Three come at him, plus one Natasha's sent from the other direction. He steps out of the way, and a kick sends the man toppling forward into two of the three. Bucky ducks a blow from the last, snags a broken bottle to slash the back of his leg open, comes up and leaves it buried in the gut of a man he sends to the right, knocks another out cold.
As the crowd thins, he's picking targets more efficiently. The guns rapidly fall out of the equation, spent or broken, but the guys who are left have actually started forming a circle around them. Bucky almost wants to laugh. He moves toward her and feels Natasha come up so they're back-to-back like they've been at this their whole lives.
"I hate to be cliché, but this isn't a fair fight. These guys are nearly as bad as the ones in the Battledome."