[When bullets came into play, so did Rumlow's teleportation. Thick clouds of black smoke filled the air as he moved from one place to the next, efficiently wielding both blade and tail. Bucky's own addition to the fray did monumental damage, those powers of his coming in handy. Rumlow caught a demon getting skewered by a long icicle out of the corner of his eye right before he disappeared again, only to appear beside his partner. His tail flashed and wrapped around a demon's throat, squeezing tight and snapping his neck. It slithered away and Rumlow looked back at Bucky, a brief expression of adoration crossing his face.
They worked with deadly efficiency, reducing the crowd to bleeding bodies, dead, dismembered. Rumlow's knife dripped with thick red blood, face smeared with it, clothes ruined. He huffed a laugh, watching a demon try to crawl away, only to have another of Bucky's ice shards slit his throat. Seemed that was the last of them though, the escapees far beyond their reach. Let them run, he thought. Spread the word that they weren't to be fucked with.
Rumlow took in a breath, bent over and wiped the blood off his knife on the shirt of one of the corpses. He straightened, tucking it back into his pocket and looked to Bucky. The grin on his face was nothing short of shit-eating, the adrenaline of the fight pumping through his veins. He stepped over, grabbing the front of Bucky's shirt, not caring about the blood smearing into his palm, and tugged him close. Rumlow kissed him then, proper this time.
Nipped at his bottom lip while he pushed his other hand through Bucky's hair. He kissed him over and over. Poured all he felt into it. Earned them a few more catcalls, but it didn't matter. He had his Bucky, right here, he'd fought for him and he'd never stop.]
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They worked with deadly efficiency, reducing the crowd to bleeding bodies, dead, dismembered. Rumlow's knife dripped with thick red blood, face smeared with it, clothes ruined. He huffed a laugh, watching a demon try to crawl away, only to have another of Bucky's ice shards slit his throat. Seemed that was the last of them though, the escapees far beyond their reach. Let them run, he thought. Spread the word that they weren't to be fucked with.
Rumlow took in a breath, bent over and wiped the blood off his knife on the shirt of one of the corpses. He straightened, tucking it back into his pocket and looked to Bucky. The grin on his face was nothing short of shit-eating, the adrenaline of the fight pumping through his veins. He stepped over, grabbing the front of Bucky's shirt, not caring about the blood smearing into his palm, and tugged him close. Rumlow kissed him then, proper this time.
Nipped at his bottom lip while he pushed his other hand through Bucky's hair. He kissed him over and over. Poured all he felt into it. Earned them a few more catcalls, but it didn't matter. He had his Bucky, right here, he'd fought for him and he'd never stop.]