Behind closed doors

Chapter 2

*Location- Bucky's hideout*

-Third Person P.O.V-

Bucky had finally made it to the small, abandoned shop he called his hideout. He had cleaned it all out, placing blankets and pillows he had spare in there along with a sofa he had found. Someone had left it out, it seemed new and Bucky didn't see anyone wanting it so he took it with him.

He also had food and water in the corner, thankful that he wouldn't have to scavenge for any. Before they had Wakanda, they had given them all enough food and water to last them a good 6 months, and promised to bring some more in time, they had also given them all money to help them.

Bucky was sat on the sofa, reading a book when his super hearing picked up something. He could hear the scuffing of feet, and shouts, what he believes are insults being shouted and the sound of shaky breaths.

He narrows his eyes at the sounds, a familiar tug on his gut reminding him of pre-serum Steve. He followed the sounds that led to the alley outside his little hideout. His metal fist clenched at his side in anticipation.

When his eyes finally landed on where all the sounds were coming from his mind froze with anger for a moment, his mind flashing back to the 40's.

He could hear the grunts of pain from outside of the alley, his flesh hands in his army jacket, clenched slightly with anger as he moved further down.

He spotted Steve, his younger brother by everything but blood being beaten up by some random dude. Bucky watched as Steve pulled himself back into a standing position, his hands grasping tight at a metal trash can lid.

"I can do this all day," Steve had uttered, his voice strong and unwavering, even when it looked as though he was about to lose the fight.

Bucky watched in anger as the man punched Steve again, sending the can lid falling away from him as Steve fell backwards. That was enough for Bucky to lose his composure and growl under his breath before going to help.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size," Bucky had spat before sending his own face at the mans face, making him fall to the floor with a grunt before running away.

Bucky had sworn from that day on he would always protect Steve and anyone like that if he saw it again. And from the looks of it, it was happening all over again.

He could see five boys all crowding around another, smaller boy who was curled into himself. Bucky winced a little as he watched the punches and kicks being sent the kids way and knew the pain he must be in.

His fists clenched beside him in anger as he moved into the shadows, making sure they can't see who he is. Steve's words echoing in his mind, 'don't get caught,' but if it meant helping this kid, he didn't see much of a difficult choice if they didn't stop when he spoke.

"I suggest you stop hurting him and pick on someone your own size," Bucky growled, his voice firm and authoritative, making them all stop in their movements.

He watched as they all looked around, one of the boys, who seemed to be the leader looked directly at Bucky. He knew he wouldn't be able to properly see him, he would probably only be able to see his eyes and maybe a glint of metal, but he knew the fire raging in his eyes would be enough to make them flee.

Bucky was right in his thinking, he watched as the boys backed away, whispering something Bucky was able to catch.

'This isn't over Penis,' before they were all fleeing.

Bucky stayed where he stood in the shadows, his eyes no longer on the retreating figures of the bullies but instead on the motionless figure that was sprawled on the floor. He could see a brown mop of curls sat on his head, a large hoodie covering his body with a pair of jeans on. He could make out the blood that was dripping onto the concrete and he felt his heart clench at the sight, he wasn't one for sympathy, but something about the boy made Bucky feel more protective then he has ever felt.