freightcars: ((cw) 140)
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ([personal profile] freightcars) wrote in [community profile] keepcruising 2018-09-27 07:07 am (UTC)

As the day wears on and Alex's attentions become more and more apparent, Barnes starts to seem on edge himself. Steve isn't the only one to have noticed; Bucky is a keen observer with a killer eye for detail. The way Alex has been hovering, the way he's been staring Bucky down?

Something's bound to be up. When he plays freight for double points and Sam flips him the bird, it feels like a hollow victory. That's about the time he buys out, sick of the eyes on him, sick of being scrutinized, with every intention of going back to their cell and just reading until Alex gets the stick out of his ass and fucks off.

He scrapes his chair back, murmurs his excuses about being done kicking everyone's asses so easily, and slips from the rec room.

He gets toward the end of the hall when six guys cut off the path to the cell blocks.

A look to the left, the right, the rear, and not a single guard in sight. They've either been paid off or a distraction has been arranged.

Alex leaves the rec room about fifteen seconds after Barnes does, eyes like a stalking predator.

"Oh, hell."

This is only gonna end one of two ways. Bucky beaten half (or all the way) to death in the infirmary, or Bucky beaten part of the way to death in SHU. Either way him versus six guys and Alex ain't gonna be a picnic.

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