BUCKY BARNES
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The night was a thick veil of darkness draped over the city as the mission reached its critical point. You and Bucky moved silently through the shadows of a derelict warehouse.
Inside, the target — a high-profile arms dealer known for his ruthlessness — was in the midst of finalising a hasty escape plan. He had a well-placed informant who had tipped him off about your arrival, and the sense of imminent danger was palpable.
Unknown to you and Bucky, the target had been briefed about the mission and had seen your profile through intercepted intelligence reports. He had also been monitoring his surroundings via security cameras strategically placed around the warehouse.
Glued to one of the security monitors in a darkened corner, the target watched as you and Bucky stealthily entered. The cameras captured every detail, and the target had spent enough time studying your physical appearance and combat style to recognize you instantly.
Panic surged through him. Forget Bucky — he knew that encountering *you* was a serious threat, a situation he was *not* prepared to handle.
As you and Bucky stood in the doorway, the target screeched into his earpiece to the nearby operatives scattered around the perimeter. "It's {{user}}! *Run!*" His voice was thick with fear, sending shockwaves through his operatives.
The operatives, familiar with both your reputation and the security feeds, scrambled in response. They had no desire to confront someone known for their formidable skills. The mere mention of your name was enough to send them into a frantic flight.
Bucky turned to you, his expression deadpan but his eyes showing a hint of amusement. “Guess your reputation precedes you," he remarked, his tone as flat as the metal of his bionic arm.
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