He's not used to putting himself in situations where he himself is vulnerable to attack, even after Norfinbury, and only a panicked cry of alarm from Bacall at the last millisecond was his only warning as she tried to take flight, but it was too late. He manages to register something shiny and metal before pain, then nothing at all.
He's knocked clean out, crumpling to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, a terrific, swollen bruise beginning to form on one eye. Blood trickles from cuts on his eyebrow and face. Bacall flops over in a similar fashion, her wings splayed out.
For all that Bucky knows he can be overly cautious, some would say paranoid, he's not wrong here. This is someone who talks about having a Heart or losing one as an inconvenience, and even a part of him would consider that he might do this to someone else if the circumstances were right.
He should kill him.
He almost does.
He bends down and even gets his hands on Mycroft's head preparatory to snapping his neck before he stops himself, this... this isn't him, he's not going to be a killer. Instead he pulls Mycroft up and over his shoulder into a fireman's carry, and picks up the vulture by the feet in his other hand.
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He's not used to putting himself in situations where he himself is vulnerable to attack, even after Norfinbury, and only a panicked cry of alarm from Bacall at the last millisecond was his only warning as she tried to take flight, but it was too late.
He manages to register something shiny and metal before pain, then nothing at all.
He's knocked clean out, crumpling to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, a terrific, swollen bruise beginning to form on one eye. Blood trickles from cuts on his eyebrow and face. Bacall flops over in a similar fashion, her wings splayed out.
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For all that Bucky knows he can be overly cautious, some would say paranoid, he's not wrong here. This is someone who talks about having a Heart or losing one as an inconvenience, and even a part of him would consider that he might do this to someone else if the circumstances were right.
He should kill him.
He almost does.
He bends down and even gets his hands on Mycroft's head preparatory to snapping his neck before he stops himself, this... this isn't him, he's not going to be a killer. Instead he pulls Mycroft up and over his shoulder into a fireman's carry, and picks up the vulture by the feet in his other hand.