[center][img]http://s30.postimg.org/wekde1cel/2000px_Captain_America_Shield_svg.png[/img][/center]
Bucky stretched his arm out a little bit and it creaked loudly as he did so, though the damage seemed more superficial than anything else, some of the strength in it had been diminished but he had more than enough left to put Carter down. He placed his free hand over the shoulder and cracked it back into place and then reached for the knife on his hip, throwing it from one hand back to the next, before looking up at Carter with a smile.

"You talk too much," Barnes said as he lunged, missing Stephanie's cheek by an inch. "One of these days that mouth of yours is going to get you killed."

She was brash, overconfident, and reeked of entitlement. The type of kid that had handed everything to her since the second she'd popped out of her mother's stomach. Bucky had known plenty like her growing up. He'd sat round fires with them in Europe as they bragged about their exploits on the battlefield and been there when they'd turned and tucked tail when the fighting had got thick. Bucky had come from the dirt, Steve had too, and if [i]this[/i] was the best that SHIELD had to offer they were in trouble.

He lunged towards Stephanie again and again but each time she evaded his slashes. Bucky sneered. "The only reason you're still sucking air is because Nick Fury wants you alive. If it were up to me I'd have made this quick and clean."

"What were you thinking?" Bucky said, his anger growing as his breaths grew more laboured with each slash. "There's not a place on Earth you could have sold that thing where SHIELD wouldn't have found you and made you give back every last ill-gotten cent you got for it."

A surprised look appeared on Stephanie's face as she dodged the last of Bucky's slashes, grabbed his wrist, and managed to slam it against the way in the alleyway. The knife slid from Bucky's fingers and fell to the ground. Bucky was breathing heavily, having underestimated how quick Stephanie was and how out of practise his time in the ice had left him, but as he looked up at Stephanie he could see from her eyes that the gears in her head were grinding around.

Bucky's fists, once raised in Stephanie's direction, dipped slightly as he mirrored her pensive look. "What?"