[He leaned into the touch, soaking it up and letting the assurance of it build his walls back up again, to hide the rawness of this experience. He felt drained, washed out, but the kiss alone was enough to remind him that he wasn't alone. They would take Hell on, and they would make it better. He would make serious efforts on breaking down his programming as well, so that he could serve Rumlow has a partner and not simply a weapon as was his normal capacity.
Bucky blinked at Rumlow's response, feeling his blood stir sluggishly as he glanced towards the crowd of amused mocking onlookers. He knew that look from Rumlow, and he allowed his hands to be disengaged before the other demon was gone in a puff of black smoke, and he knew without being told what was going to happen. He flexed his bloody hand, splitting them open again as he reached for the knives that he had hid along the waistline of his trousers. Spinning one into hand, he advanced.
The air around him cooled and seem to condense with frost, before he slammed his metal hand into the wall that he walked beside. At the end of the alley, a sharp shard of ice exploded out, ripping into bodies like a fragmentation grenade. He reached the crowd as bodies hit the floor writhing, dancing through them with sweeps of his knives that sliced through flesh, ripped through veins.
He twisted, swaying, ducked and dodged, coming up under guards, kneeing a demon into a parked car and spattering the wind shield with blood. The body then became a shield against gun fire and then a projectile as he threw it into another group of demons. A few were taking flight, but those that stayed... he stamped a foot and ice shards exploded up from the pavement, imbedding in feet, legs and flailing arm.
He returned to systematically moving through the lingering crown, some too high to do more than cheer and have no idea what they were cheering for. He took them apart with knife blade and ice.]
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Bucky blinked at Rumlow's response, feeling his blood stir sluggishly as he glanced towards the crowd of amused mocking onlookers. He knew that look from Rumlow, and he allowed his hands to be disengaged before the other demon was gone in a puff of black smoke, and he knew without being told what was going to happen. He flexed his bloody hand, splitting them open again as he reached for the knives that he had hid along the waistline of his trousers. Spinning one into hand, he advanced.
The air around him cooled and seem to condense with frost, before he slammed his metal hand into the wall that he walked beside. At the end of the alley, a sharp shard of ice exploded out, ripping into bodies like a fragmentation grenade. He reached the crowd as bodies hit the floor writhing, dancing through them with sweeps of his knives that sliced through flesh, ripped through veins.
He twisted, swaying, ducked and dodged, coming up under guards, kneeing a demon into a parked car and spattering the wind shield with blood. The body then became a shield against gun fire and then a projectile as he threw it into another group of demons. A few were taking flight, but those that stayed... he stamped a foot and ice shards exploded up from the pavement, imbedding in feet, legs and flailing arm.
He returned to systematically moving through the lingering crown, some too high to do more than cheer and have no idea what they were cheering for. He took them apart with knife blade and ice.]