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"I'm nobody's lapdog. And that shield doesn't belong to you."

Steph's fists tightened as Barnes pointed his gun at her. He had the audacity to tell her the shield belonged to him more than it belonged to her. She didn't begrudge him his time with Steve. She realized he had a bond with him and felt like he was due the shield. But she was blood. He'd actually have to shoot he if he wanted it.

"Once chance, Carter, hand me the shield or I'll put you down for good."

She laughed out loud at the idea that he's actually kill her. Fury wouldn't allow that. Even if Fury had no care about Steph, he knew how much SHIELD resources had gone into creating her. From a purely financial standpoint he'd never allow it. Barnes may be free to rough her up a bit, and from the looks of things he wanted to, but there was no chance of him killing her.

"Okay, old man," she smiled. "Let's see what you got."

With her free hand, she tossed the keys to her motorcycle into the air, which drew his attention for a split second. It was all she needed to toss her shield against the wall of the alley. It bounced off it before knocking the gun out of Bucky's hand. Steph ran at him, jumped off the ground, caught the shield, and delivered a soft punch across his jaw. She pulled back from really hitting him. For all she knew he had just come out of a coma. No matter what his motives were, she didn't want to kill the man.

"Looks like you needed a little bit of practice. I find it to be helpful tot touch up your style every decade or so."