Roulette Part 2
A/N: Yes this is angsty. Sorry 😐. I really want this to end happily so i think it will have four or five parts. It seems really bad at the end of this, but that's why I won't end it here. If you want part 1 I can send it to you, just ask. "Again!" His screams burned more than your aching muscles. You hadn't slept in days. You didn't dare argue, though. You knew that would be suicide. "Faster!" You ran the course over and over until you collapsed in a heap on the floor. He kicked you in the ribs. "You are a disgrace. You aren't even fit to be fed to the wolves. You are the elite, the only survivor, yet you show the ability of an infant." He left you there, limp and sore, unable to move. The only thing you could feel were the burning tears. "I win," Natasha announced in a singsong voice. Sam got up from the mat. "It's not fair," he grumbled. "Why do I get stuck with you?" "Because you lost the bet," Tony grinned. "And I'm glad I won, that looks like it hurts." "Wait, there was a bet and I wasn't part of it?" Clint asked, offended. "It wasn't a money bet. It was a get-beat-up bet," Falcon whined, gesturing toward Natasha. She leaned on the barrier, "Any more challengers?" "Not me, man," Clint shouted, running away. "I've been beat up enough." "I'll try." Natasha turned around to see a recently patched up Bucky. He had been on a recon mission, and it didn't seem to have gone well. "You're hurt," Wanda stated, peeking out from behind the massive super soldier. "She owns me a rematch." "For Gods sake Barnes," Tony scolded, "you're in a boot! You aren't sparring." "I've suffered worse," his eyes narrowed at Stark. "He broke multiple bones in his foot," Wanda explained, now hiding behind Sam in case Bucky lashed out. "I'm fine. Im only wearing it to make Steve happy." "Alright," Natasha smiled. "Come at me." "ROMANOFF!" Tony protested, even he knew that this was a bad idea. But the assassins remained unchanged. They went straight to it. Natasha went for a takedown, preparing to wrapped her legs around his neck. But he caught them. With a flip of his wrist, he landed her on the ground. The room fell silent. "Ты проиграл," his words were barely audible. "You lose." "JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES! What do you think you are doing?" Sam and Tony fled at the sound of Steve's voice. Bucky stood up. Natasha just laughed while Wanda explained that she had protested and was in no way involved in this. "I'm fine, Cap. It's really nothing." "Nat, you know better. Are you really that cocky?" "He asked for it." "I don't care. Cmon Buck, let's go upstairs." You collapsed on your bed. It had been a long day. Sometimes you wished you could have been like the other girls, painlessly killed in your sleep. Sometimes you wished to be at home with your family. Sometimes you wished that you had the strength to end your misery. "No. There is no time for sleep. You are nowhere near ready. But we are out of time. Your true mission has begun." "What will you have me to do?" "Settle a matter of treason." Bucky didn't see Natasha for a few days. He assumed she had left on one of her secret missions. But it was quite possible that everyone was keeping them apart. He didn't know why he became so impulsive when it came to her. It was like she took away his control. He smiled, spotting her lying on the couch, asleep. Without thinking twice, he scooped her up and carried her to bed. "Barnes, what are you doing?" "Shhh, go back to sleep." "But your hand is freezing and you are touching my back." "Sorry," he muttered, adjusting. He was slightly shocked that she didn't demand that he pulled her down like she usually would. "Why'd you throw that fight? I know you did because there was no way I could have beaten you injured. I can barely keep up normally." "Because you are out of shape. And I felt bad about you losing the time before." He set her down on her bed. "Alright. Go to sleep now." "Goodnight Bucky." "Goodnight Tasha." He only waited for a moment, sure of himself that she had drifted back to sleep. You slipped onto the roof. You had kicked your shoes off long ago. You only wore your suit, dark brown and practically weightless. You pulled your hood up, placing the cloth over your mouth and nose. You climbed down to the window, silently cutting through it. You had gone over the process a thousand times. Somehow it felt different. You opened the case. Two needles glistened back at you in the moonlight. You shivered. One of those was for you. If you were caught, you would have to kill yourself so no one could find out. You turned to face your victim, sleeping peacefully. Her red hair was spread across the pillow, curling every which way. She seemed so helpless and innocent, but you knew what had to be done. You took a deep breath and focused yourself. You bent down to uncover her. Much to your surprise, she rolled over in her sleep. Before you could stop yourself, you let out a surprised yelp. Knowing that you needed to get out you you rushed to complete your mission. You couldn't tell if that sound was approaching footsteps or the racing of your heart. Just as you brought the venom to her skin, the door was broken down and a mans figure rushed towards you. Without even having to think, you jabbed the needle into your arm. You immediately lost all feeling and the lights went on just before you blacked out. @rogersxbarnesx @spderboy @calaerildancer @punkpeqqy
