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Sam kicked away one of the men trying to punch him. Then he threw his shield at the one trying to break into the armored truck he and Bucky were supposed to be protecting.
He opened his wings quickly and knocked down the two men coming at him from either side.
Suddenly, he heard a choked noise coming from behind him.
Turning around, he saw a man with a small knife held aloft by his throat in Bucky’s hand.
“Buck, let him go,” Sam said, giving Bucky a disapproving look. Bucky frowned, but set the man down.
He tried to run at Sam and attack him, but Sam was ready with his shield and he slammed the man over the head. The man fell to the ground, unconscious.
Bucky bent down and picked up the knife. He held it out to Sam. “You should have something to fight with,” he said.
Sam frowned. “I do,” he replied. “I have my shield.”
Bucky let out a scoff.
“That metal frisbee is not going to be useful if you have to fight for extended periods of time. What if you throw it at someone far away and then you have nothing to defend yourself with for the three other guys punching at you?“
“But I can't fight anyone with that! It’s so small!”
Bucky raised an eyebrow and smirked. “That’s not what you said last night…”
Sam gave him a playful shove. “Get your mind out of the gutter, old man,” he said. “We have more people to fight.”