I Don’t Need Protection || Luke and Bucky
“You little shit!”
Luke had thought he’d picked a decent spot for busking; setting up a little box where he was doing magic tricks that he may or may not have been completely cheating with. He was just realizing how wrong he was. For one thing, someone that he had cheated out of money earlier in the week had happened upon his makeshift table and recognized him. For another, the alley he had set up in front of was not the perfect exit he had thought it would be. So now he was cornered with his back pressed against a chainlink fence as the man he had cheated out of his money approached shouting as he came.
Luke’s shoulders tensed and his fingers slowly spread. Hints of magic shimmered around his hands like heat off pavement on a hot day, just barely distorting the air surrounding his hands. A few actual sparks danced across his fingertips as he met and held the man’s gaze. There were two ways this could end. One was that he might find some way out of this. The other, more likely option was that something would go wrong and he’d end up using magic to toss the man aside so he could flee.
