"My mistake." His own smile is quick and sharp, fueled by adrenaline. He's more winded than she is, but this is the most balanced he's felt in weeks; maybe because it's the first fight he's had since he got here where he's not turning his gun on a victim, an ally, or a friend. He's got one person to think about, and she's got his back.
He scans the remainder of the group, and when Natasha makes the call first he doesn't even stop to think about it. He's a soldier, he knows how to follow orders. He feels her body tense against his and they move at the same time. A thug slashes at him and he dodges, grabs the man's arm and uses his own momentum it to twist his blade into his friend's stomach instead. He yanks it out himself when the man's grip goes boneless, and uses it to open up his throat. He ducks a swing, slashes a thigh open and risks a glance at Natasha just as the man falls. He flashes her a grin.
This is about the point in a fight where any thug with two brain cells to rub together will run, and true to form the ones that can still walk start to back off. He's almost disappointed, but he supposes it's getting late and Steve might start fretting if they don't show up soon. He starts to raise out of the crouch, but something is wrong.
He shares a brief look with Natasha, and both their gazes turn to one of the darker corners of the room. It's almost like a cheesy newsreel. The guy who steps into view is huge, and of course he grins and cracks his knuckles, and looks at them like they're breakfast.
Natasha is already moving, and Bucky tosses the switchblade from one hand to the other to catch the big guy's attention.
"I hate to break it to you buddy, but I think you're way outta my weight class."
Re: Gangland
He scans the remainder of the group, and when Natasha makes the call first he doesn't even stop to think about it. He's a soldier, he knows how to follow orders. He feels her body tense against his and they move at the same time. A thug slashes at him and he dodges, grabs the man's arm and uses his own momentum it to twist his blade into his friend's stomach instead. He yanks it out himself when the man's grip goes boneless, and uses it to open up his throat. He ducks a swing, slashes a thigh open and risks a glance at Natasha just as the man falls. He flashes her a grin.
This is about the point in a fight where any thug with two brain cells to rub together will run, and true to form the ones that can still walk start to back off. He's almost disappointed, but he supposes it's getting late and Steve might start fretting if they don't show up soon. He starts to raise out of the crouch, but something is wrong.
He shares a brief look with Natasha, and both their gazes turn to one of the darker corners of the room. It's almost like a cheesy newsreel. The guy who steps into view is huge, and of course he grins and cracks his knuckles, and looks at them like they're breakfast.
Natasha is already moving, and Bucky tosses the switchblade from one hand to the other to catch the big guy's attention.
"I hate to break it to you buddy, but I think you're way outta my weight class."