It took you 15 minutes to get your hands out of the tied string. You'd hooked your arms under your legs, then used your teeth to loosen the knot.

After you were freed, you sat on the floor, panting in anger, annoyed at his audacity to leave you hanging .

You don't know why you changed your mind. But you knew you wanted it. You wanted Bucky. All you knew was that the thought of watching him walk out, ending this whole affair, it stabbed at your heart.

You groaned into your hands, feeling your skin tingle all over, as the image of him replayed over and over in your head. On top of you, kissing you, looking up at him when he laid on the bed.

You felt your veins lighting up, and quickly stood to shake it all out.

It was a game, as he kept saying. A game of pushing buttons, of power dynamics, of who was in charge.

God you wanted it.

It was hardly going to lead to anything else, you thought, just sex. Just using a body for your own pleasure. You still didn't like Bucky, not as a person. But god damn did you like what he did to you.

A game. That's all it was. A little game, where, if you played your cards right, you'd get laid.

The next day, you woke up, ready to play.

You got ready with confidence, opting for a loose Tshirt that always slipped down your shoulders, and leggings, with the idea that you would bend over a lot and he'd have to notice. He may be a supersoldier, but he was still a man.

You didn't even wait for the beeper to sound, for Bucky to get here. You just left the lab, veered to the left, and let your feet carry you to the only place you'd been thinking about since yesterday.

You knocked on his door.

He pulled it open, and you were greeted by the sight of him on the opposite side, one of his hands tucked in his pocket.

He was only wearing a Tshirt and sweatpants. But your mouth still salivated all the same. And your eyes lingered a little more than they should have.

"Wanna take a picture, princess?" He teased, and you snapped your eyes back up.

"You wish." You scoffed, pushing past him and walking into his room.

"Don't tell me you wanna go again already?" He whispered in your ear once he caught up with you.

"I actually want to rummage through your things, see what I can sell for scrap. It's not all about you." You turned around as you spoke, and you saw your hoodie on the bed, out the corner of your eye. From yesterday.

"You could have brought it back." You glared, before walking over and picking it up.

"Why would I do that? I like the reminder." He replied, stepping closer to you, in your space.

"Creep."

"It reminds me of when you were undressing yourself, all for me."

"I didn't come here for that. Fucking pervert."

His hand gripped your throat before you could inhale, and you watched him lick his bottom lip. Fucking hell.

"We both know exactly why you came here. Because you didn't get what you wanted last night." He said. You breathed helplessly as he moved closer and let his lips graze yours.

"Neither did you." You accused. His fingers loosened on your neck, and instead he cupped your jaw as he ran his eyes over you.

"Oh Luka, I got exactly what I wanted."

"What, manhandling me onto my bed?"

"No," He moved his thumb until it was resting on your bottom lip. "These pretty fucking lips wrapped around my cock."

You shuddered at his words, noticeably, and it made him smile.

"Now," He added. "Do you have anything else you wanna shout about, or are you gonna take your clothes off for me? Again." He smirked.

You opened your mouth, about to respond, when -

Then he heard a scream.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you over the bed and onto the floor on the other side, in seconds. The bed was now between you and the door. He looked out the window. He saw some people running away, across the grounds.

"Bucky..." You muttered. He turned to look at you.

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's fine, we will just stay here and -"

Another explosion. The lights cracked and blew out, plunging them into semi darkness as you screamed. You put your hands over your head as sparks showered down around you from the now busted lights. He pulled you into him and covered your body with his.

He heard the shouts.

Not from friendlies.

"Hydra." He whispered, noting the all too familiar sound of their boots and clunky weapons resounding from the corridors.

"Are you fucking serious?!" You hissed into his chest before pushing him away.

"It'll be fine. They won't be able to get in here-"

There was another explosion, cutting off his sentence as they covered their heads again, and more shouting. They were getting closer.

He needed guns.

He shuffled slightly, nearer to his bedside table, and silently opened the drawer, picking up the gun he always kept in there. He felt you watching him from the corner of his eye, but he kept looking at the door, stuffed the gun into his belt by his back, then reached under the bed. Another gun.

"Why am I not surprised you didn't follow Stark's 'no gun in the bedroom' rule?" You said as you watched him check the magazines.

He lifted the gun and held it out to you.

"You know how to use this, yeah?"

"That's really sexist." You scoffed as you took the gun and pocketed it in the same place Bucky had. "But I don't need it."

You both looked at the door when you heard a loud thump.

"Stay still." Bucky whispered, both of you crouching down further behind the bed. He could hear murmurs from behind the door. Then footsteps. They were walking away.

"Miss Luka." Friday's voice suddenly echoed around the room.

"Fucking shut up Friday!" You hissed, your eyes squeezing shut.

"Mr Stark would like to know your location." The AI spoke. You closed your eyes in disbelief.

"Are. You. Serious?!"

The murmurs grew louder outside the door. You grabbed the gun from your belt and loaded the chamber, then rested your arms in the bed, aiming the gun at the door. Bucky followed suit.

"Surely a genius like Stark would know that you talking to us would give away our location?!" You spat back at the AI, and Bucky almost sniggered at the sarcasm dropping from your voice. It wasn't only sarcasm lingering in your words, but anger.

"In here!" You heard from the other side of the door. You both stilled, and gripped the guns tightly, ready for the door to open.

"It'll be ok." Bucky whispered, not looking away from the door. He wasn't going to let anything happen to you, not on his watch.

The handle rattled. Then stopped. Then rattled again.

"Oh fuck this." You stood suddenly and jumped over the bed, sick of this charade, and headed to the door.

"Hey!" Bucky yelled automatically, leaping to his feet and running after you.

He wasn't quick enough.

You wrenched open the door.

You shot the first guy straight between the eyes, then fired two more shots, and Bucky heard all three bodies hit the floor in quick succession, before he even reached where you were standing. You walked out of the room, not even checking the hallway, then ran off.

"Hey!" He yelled again before running after you, pausing for a millisecond to step over the bodies you left behind. Perfect headshots. "You can't just run off!" He caught up with you, his gun still poised, ready. He wasn't ready to relax just yet; Hydra always had more people.

"Watch me. Fucking Stark asking where I am with fucking Hydra roaming about the stupid little shits-"

Gunshot.

You stopped and looked round at Bucky, who gestured in front of you. You turned back round, as a body slumped onto the floor.

"You were walking right up to him." Bucky explained. You reached the body and kicked it with your foot. "Figured you hadn't seen him while you were ranting."

"I'm not ranting, I'm fucking pissed!" You yelled, and suddenly, all the lights in the corridor crackled into life, then died again. Bucky eyed you.

"Well, pissed or not, you're going to get yourself killed if you don't calm down." He watched you breathe deeply. "Why are you so worked up?"

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

You both looked up to see another Hydra agent pointing their gun at them. Bucky held his gun steady. You just got even angrier.

"Fuck, OFF!" You yelled at the person.

"Luka!" Bucky hissed, his eyes still trained on the agent, whose gun was now pointed at you.

"I said stop right there!" The agent repeated. You started walking up to him.

"LUKA!" Bucky tried to grab your arm before you moved, but he was too slow.

"Just fuck off, I swear to god!" You were practically shouting at the agent, who hadn't taken his shot yet, but kept his gun trained on you. Bucky frowned when he noticed the agent's gun shake slightly. "You worthless piece of shits coming into my godamn house and shooting holes in my wall when I am trying to FUCKING RELAX!" Your voice sizzled through the air, and you were now standing right in front of the agent.

Bucky watched the interaction, confusion setting in. Why hadn't he shot you? Why was the agent shaking so much? You were smaller than him, hardly a threat? Bucky slowly stepped closer to the pair, but something didn't feel right.

"Does this make you feel good? Coming here to shoot some little girl?! HUH? ANSWER ME!" You shouted. The agent was silent, and Bucky could hear more footsteps coming towards them.

"Please, miss, just calm down, I need you to come with us-" The agent spoke, but he was nervous. Bucky could tell that immediately. Bucky was now standing right behind you, and reached a hand out to touch your shoulder.

"Ow, fuck!" Bucky hissed as he flinched. Your shoulder was boiling hot, almost sizzling, and his hand felt like he'd been tasered.

"GO AWAY!" You screamed, and suddenly, the lights exploded back on, blinding both him and the agent.

Bucky heard a crackling noise, then a bright light exploded from you, and Bucky was thrown backwards, crashing into the floor a few feet away from you.

Bucky squeezed his eyes, groaning as pain started crawling through his head and down his neck, and he pushed himself up.

"Luka?!" He groaned, opening his eyes and trying to reorientate himself. There was still a blinding light coming from the middle of the corridor, so he used his hands to shield his eyes. "LUKA!" He yelled again, and the light started to turn to him slightly. He walked forwards, and could finally make out the silhouette of someone. As his eyes readjusted, he realised that it was you.

"I'm sorry..." He heard you whisper, before you fell to the floor.

"No!" Bucky ran to reach out and grab you, hissing as your skin started to burn his arms, and he helped lower you to the floor, retracting his arms as soon as he knew you weren't going to hurt yourself. "What the hell?" He looked at his flesh hand, and saw the start of a burn.

"What happened?" A voice came from behind him.

Bucky looked round and gulped.

Stark.

"Uhh..."

The mask flipped up, and Bucky could literally feel the anger radiating off the guy's face .

"What. Happened. Barnes." Tony's jaw was tight as he spoke. Bucky genuinely felt a bit terrified of him at that moment.

"Hydra. And then..."

"Blinding white light, the lights went out and her skin was hot?" Tony asked. Bucky paused, then frowned.

"Something like that..." He replied. Stark bent down next to your unconscious body and started running his hand through the air over you, the blue hologram of a scan emanating from his armour. "Wait.."

"I'll take her."

"Stark, wait!" Tony slid his metal arms under her, and lifted you up, ignoring the sizzle of your skin against his armour. "Stark!" Tony ignored Bucky, and just flipped his mask down and flew down the corridor, out of sight.