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“You’re the last person I want to talk to, asshole!” You said, unflinching, tone icy. “I mean it.”
“I know you hate me.” He said, tone far too calm.
“YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!!” You snapped, voice cracking.
“I know, I know.”
Something that sounds far too expensive shatters in the next room, then a low growl comes from just beyond the doorway. “You tried to kill my wife, Walker? Глупая идея.”
Bucky’s standing in the doorway, his right fist clenched tight enough that it almost drew blood, nails digging into his palms. “Hey, Rogers!”
“Sorry, you did what now?” Steve’s clearly just returned from working out, his shirt stuck to him with sweat and a damp towel around his neck. The shield is tucked under his right arm, which he sets out of reach.
“Hold it. Did I just hear you tried killing my daughter?”
Tony has a gadget in one hand. The nanobot Iron Man gauntlet is already inching its way up his other arm.
“You’re dead, Walker. Even the police dogs won’t find you. They’ll think you’re MIA.” Bucky states, pulling his arm out from the dishwasher and snapping it on, stalking towards Walker, who backs up until he hits a wall.
“Nowhere to run, huh, little bunny?” Bucky sneers, tone mocking as Steve flanks his left while Tony takes the right, now fully suited. Confronted, Walker stiffens, his blue eyes going wide.
For a moment, Bucky turns to face you. “Doll, you might want to leave. This is gonna get ugly, and I don’t think you need this occupying your mind. I’ll come find you later.”