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[He's hands are shaking. He could feel it as he held onto his blade a bit tighter. Zevran was sitting high up in the trees overlooking the small dirt road. If his information was right (and most of the time it was), his target should be arriving soon. The legendary assassin, the Winter Soldier, the ghost story that even the master Crows were afraid of. This was his target. The other Crows thought he was insane for taking this job, Taliesin called it death sentence; they were all right.

After what Taliesin did, the Crows did, what he did...He couldn't forgive himself. He knew that life as a Crow wasn't the best, but he at least thought that they cared-- if only about the safety of their tool. Oh, how wrong he was though. The only way to escape the guild was by death, and he prayed to whatever god would listen to him that the soldier would give him that.

He didn't tell anyone his true reasoning for taking this job. For all they knew he was just an overly ambitious blade who was too dull to know when he was outmatched. A shaky breath left him as he pushes the mask of his armor onto his face and waits in the quiet.]

[Bucky didn't do that anymore. The Winter Soldier was a ghost that still haunted him, had a tight grip on his mind and on the opinions of everyone that knew who he was, but he didn't want to be that person. He just wanted left alone, to find some peace, to find a place to hole up in until he'd have to move on again. Somewhere he could catch his breath. He'd left Steve and T'Challa after getting his arm fixed. It didn't feel quite right and he knew Steve hadn't wanted him to go, but he wasn't safe, he had to.

He's attentive, even if he doesn't look it, has his cap pulled down over his eyes, backpack clipped on, hands in his pockets. To most, he was just some guy walking down a dirt road, off to the side nearer the trees. Nobody important. Not a threat. And that's how he wanted it to be.

Then he feels it, that tingle of intuition that says there are eyes on him. Instinct wars with exhaustion and the latter wins out. He pauses, shoulders tense and tipped forward, voice loud enough to be heard.]

Do whatever you're gonna do or leave.

[Zevran's heart skips several beats when he hears that voice call him out. How did he know? He made sure to be out of the line of sight, and he was barely even breathing! He was truly as good as the stories told. This would be a quick fight.

His eyes narrow as he places on his cocky facade. Can't have the other man knowing his true intentions after all. He falls gracefully from the trees and lands on the tip of his toes. His arms extend to pull out the curved blades at his belt and he smirks.]

The Crows send their regards, soldier.

[He didn't give any other words before he lunges forward towards Bucky and then leaps into the air to bring his blades down for an attack.]

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[Kill him. Try to kill him. Whatever it was, he was too tired for all the lurking and waiting and anticipation that led up to the fight. He wanted to know what they wanted so he could decide what he was going to do.

Bucky turns to face the man, a brow raised as he falls from the trees, landing with a grace he'd appreciate if there wasn't metal being flashed in his direction.]

Who're the cr-

[Not given the chance to ask anything else or to explain that he didn't want any trouble, Bucky dodges the blades, striking out hard and fast. He aims for the man's side, his stomach, then twists his body around and takes off running.]

[The blows hit their mark. If Zevran had been trying a bit harder he could have dodged at least one of them. The blow to his stomach was enough to knock the wind out of him for a moment, but that just meant Bucky has a small head start in the chase. He is disappointed though, he thought for sure that blow would have broken something.

Zevran growls through his teeth as he rolls his shoulders back and fights through the breathlessness to go after Bucky. He didn't understand why the soldier was running. Didn't he want to fight? It didn't matter though, he wasn't going to let his target escape-- at least not while he was still alive. Maybe he needs to be a bit more threatening. He presses himself to run faster but still the soldier was ahead of him. He pulls a few smaller daggers from his belt and after a moment of quickly aiming throws them towards the back of his legs.]

[A blade nicks his thigh, and he jerks to the side, tumbling over and heading towards the trees. He needed cover, fast, and while it wasn't the best idea with it getting so dark and the area being so unfamiliar, he had no choice.

Bucky ducks under a branch, jumping and then he goes quiet. He melts into the trees, goes still, waiting for the man to come through so he can get behind him. His breaths are slow and practiced, back to the stiff bark, eyes narrowed.

He doesn't know if it will work, but if he can pin the man down, stop him from attacking he can find out what he wants with him. If not, Bucky will immobilize him and get as far from here as possible.]

[Zevran curses under his breath. He was really hoping that the hit would be enough to bring him down, but of course the legendary assassin would be more difficult than that. He follows quickly but loses him in the darkness.

He could very well use his invisibility and stalk the area until he finds him, but that would be if he were taking this seriously. He runs out into the trees where he saw Bucky disappear and stands quiet and still.]

[Bucky comes up behind him, hands darting out to grab Zevran's arm, the other curling around him to pin him to his chest. If he moves too much, Bucky will fall backwards, using his legs to help immobilize him.

He's gotten the distinct feeling that something is going on. Zevran's movements aren't careful like someone trying to capture him, or destructive, like someone wanting to kill him, and it has him confused, on edge. It's like he just wants Bucky to fight.]

Who are you and what do you want?

[No weapons, just his hands and legs.]

I don't want any trouble.

[Zevran jerks and his body tenses when he feels the weight of the other against him. Out of habit he jabs with his elbow to try and escape. He jabs two quick times before he realises what he is doing and forces himself to stop. He didn't want to defend himself. He wants this. It was enough for them both to tip backwards against the ground. Zevran finds himself staring up at the sky as his hand comes to try and pry the other off of him. He tries to curl his legs but the soldier already has his around him. He's trapped.

This is it he thought. The soldier would snap his neck and that would be the end of it.

And then he asks the questions. Zevran is getting confused now. He really thought it would all be over by now. Why was the soldier trying to speak to him?]

I already told you-- [He snaps as he cranes his neck for a moment. He wants to struggle, his instincts are screaming at him to fight back and escape. He doesn't fight back though, he didn't want that life anymore.]

I am a Crow and I am here for you.

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[Bucky tightens his grip, arms and legs pinning him down, chest rising and falling with each breath.]

Then why didn't you just kill me?

[The only reason he's survived so far is by not being found. He's good at hiding, at staying low, but he's not immune to a sniper's shot. The right angle, and he wouldn't get up again. This 'crow' could have taken him out from his perch in the trees and Bucky wouldn't have even realized it.]

You had your chance. Why didn't you take it?

[Which was the only reason Bucky had him pinned down instead of tying him up, knocking him out, and then running.]

[Ironic how Zevran was thinking the same thing right now. Even as he struggles he was thinking why? This is the perfect chance, and he had many before hand as well. He is starting to think that maybe this isn't the soldier. Why else would he still be alive? But this has to be him. There was no one else he could be with that amount of strength and the arm is kind of a give away as well.]

Funny you should ask. [Zevran didn't struggle anymore. The man is too heavy, and he was out of breath as well. Golden eyes narrow as he stares at the man on top of him. He didn't notice how handsome he was until this moment. At least he could die looking at a pretty face.]

You have your chance now, and yet you are wasting it with questions.

Chance for what? To kill you?

[Bucky makes a sound, angry and full of derision, pressing the man more firmly to the ground.]

I don't do that anymore. How many times do I have to say that?

[He leans up, but keeps his weight pinning Zevran down. A moment of clarity washes over him, surprise flitting across his features before a jaded sort of understanding settles.]

Is that why you came here?

[He really hit the nail on the head, but of course he wasn't about to tell him that. Instead his expression harden, his jaw set and his teeth grind together as he glares.]

I told you why I came.

[The mocking tone was enough to set him off, but it was that look at made him snap and start to fight back. He didn't like the way he stares. Like the other knew exactly how he felt. He didn't, he couldn't. There was no one on earth that knew how he felt in this moment. Or at least the thought that.]

Enough of that look.

[His voice was a near growl. He struggles around Bucky's weight, the man must be at least twice his size, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. The dirt starts to kick up around them as he arches his back, his muscles in his arms and legs tensing as he tries to break free.]

You don't know shit.

[Bucky pushes down harder, uses gravity and his weight to keep all of the stranger's frantic struggling from unsettling him.]

Quit.

[He lifts and then slams down harder than before, hoping to stun and knock the wind out him without doing any real damage. Bucky leans down close, lips pressed into a hard line, eyes narrowed.]

Whatever reason you've got for being here, I don't care. [Which isn't entirely true, but he can't let this go the way the other man wants it to go. He pushes down on his knees, rolling off and to the side, back on his feet in seconds, moving away.] I'm not killing you. I don't do that anymore.

Nobody's gonna make me do that anymore.

[A grunt leaves Zevran as all of the soldier's weight is pressed onto him. He wishes he could say that this was his most unpleasant time under someone, but the soldier was much more attractive others he had experience with. He cries out when all that weight slams into him. His breath leaves him, but that doesn't mean he is down and out. If anything the crow is stubborn.

He rolls, gasping and coughing for air as he did, his hand immediately gripping onto the soldier's boot. His mind is racing now. What was he to do? If he went back, knowing he failed, the Crows wouldn't kill him-- but they would certainly make him wish for it to take him. That isn't how he wants this to end.]

How can you say that? Like it's that easy-- [He coughs again as he climbs back to his feet and pushes his mask up.] HYDRA, the Crows, half the world is looking for you. How can you just stop?

[He doesn't get it. He can't even wrap his brain around the idea of not killing. Maybe the other man had more humanity left in him than the reports say. He definitely had more than Zevran did.]

[Bucky doesn't move, eyes on the hand gripping his boot, body tense. He's on edge, ready to do whatever he has to do to get away. He shakes his head, fingers curled up, the nails of his real hand biting into his palm.]

I don't care who's looking for me. Nobody's gonna make me do that anymore. Nobody.

[Which wasn't exactly something Bucky had any control over. All they had to do was speak the god damn words and he was the soldier again.]

If I have to fight my way out, I will. But my mind is my own again and as long as it is, I make the calls.

[Zevran wasn't sure how to even react to that. This man was not the heartless, mindless, killing machine that they had been told of. The stories that were told made him out to be a ghost or a demon that only wished for blood. The very name Winter Soldier caused even master crows to shiver. But here he was, being spared by him.

When his breath finally returns to him, Zevran doesn't use it for talk right away. He just stares, taking in the man before him. He looks so worn down, yet there was a fire in his eyes. A fire that told him that he wasn't about to give up and there was also honesty there, something that Zevran hadn't seen in years.]

They won't stop.

[He knew that. With him failing his mission they would mark him as a target now too.]

Not until you are with them, and not until I am dead.

[His eyes glance down at the floor. He wonders if the other will even accept his offer. He did just try to get him to kill him after all. But there was a chance. If not, well then he would be on his own. He wasn't sure how long that would last though.]

You don't want to kill, let me do it then. Let me go with you and I'll be your blade.

Neither will I.

[Bucky's made the decision for himself a while ago. He doesn't want his mind messed with so he'll do whatever he has to do to make sure it won't happen. If he's always gonna have to run, that's something he'll do.

He's surprised by the offer, floored that this man is so willing to accept that he can't be the person he wants to be.]

We run. Then we run some more. If our backs are to the wall, no other choice, then you can be my blade.

[Bucky sticks his hand out to be shaken, to seal the deal.]

I'm Bucky Barnes. Let's go.

[Why he offered, well he wasn't sure. It could be that he didn't want to be alone against the Crows, even if he gained a new enemy with his ally. Or maybe it was because he saw the honor in this man who wanted to redeem himself from all that he had done. Zevran is a bad man. He is proud of his work as a Crow, even if he didn't like the organization that much anymore. He knew he would always be just a killing machine. There was no redemption for him, but at least he could help someone else find theirs.]

Zevran Arainia. [He takes Bucky's hand and gives it a firm shake.]

Glad I finally have a name for that pretty face.

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