Never the bearer of good fortune, he can’t pretend to be surprised when the tower gets broken into, in one of the rare occasions he’s alone. Saving the world becomes a collective effort every once in a while, and off the Avengers go to fight their villains. Not possessing the right inclination to be a hero, he often chooses to sit these missions out.
Nestled in the warm comfort of his bed, Bucky’s hand pauses mid-turning a page of his book as Jarvis announces an intrusive presence in Tony Stark’s office. Just perfect. Putting the book aside, he fishes a pistol from the drawer of his bedside table before making his way to the office.
Breaking into the Stark tower is no easy feat, he knows. Best to approach the situation carefully instead of opening fire; often simple bullets will do nothing to the type of enemies trailing the Avengers. “No can do, buddy.” Gun poised for a headshot, the soldier watches the man behind the computer. “It would be best if you got the hell out of here before the police storms the place.”
He couldn’t pretend to be surprised by the gun aimed at his head. It was one of the rare instances he knew what would happen if he was caught. A reason to why he glanced over towards Bucky with an eyebrow raised, but then returned to his view of the files.
“Seeing as you’re the only one with something pointed at my head,” he said, clicking on a file he’d been hovering over, “I believe I’ll take my chances.” Or, rather, he didn’t want other’s getting involved in this little ‘search’ of his.
“Of course, if you do decide to pull that trigger, do know you’d be getting blood all over this lovely office, and trust me… these are worthless to me.” It was a bold move, but also a lie in all reality. If he had more time, maybe he’d get the answers he wanted. The only problem was there just wasn’t enough time and… being held in a cell wasn’t exactly on the agenda today.
all he needed was five more minutes. five more minutes to obtain what he needed in the files, and then get out. it should have been easy, but here ky was attempting to glance over tops of the folders simply to find what was needed.
it should have been easy; a few more files and he’d have it. a few more names glanced over and he’d have what he wanted. all he needed was a few more moments. all he needed was to get to the name he wanted.
unfortunately, lucky wasn’t on his side this time around; he glanced back as he usually did every few minutes, and grunted. this wasn’t good – it never was when he was in the middle of stealing highly classified files. “it would be best…if you stayed out of this.”
Hellfirebound 