#fic by dracusfyre
After years of chasing a gang of outlaws, Bucky and Steve decide to kidnap one Anthony “The Iron Man” Stark to force him to help them end the gang’s reign of terror. But as captives go, Stark is not what Bucky expected, nor is his reaction to him…
Art by @massivespacewren Story by @dracusfyre
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“Are you sure that’s him?” Bucky asked, and instead of answering Steve passed the binoculars over for Bucky to take a look for himself. As he looked through the lenses, he had to say that the guy certainly matched the description they’d been given, based on what he could tell from this far away. He couldn’t see if the man had dark hair and eyes because of his broad-brimmed hat, but he had the dark gold and auburn barred wings and fancy embroidered vest they’d been told to look for as well as the smart little black and white paint that had been described by the witnesses.
“If it’s not, the worst thing we’ll have to do is apologize,“ Steve said. “He’ll be in position in a few minutes, so get ready.” Handing the binoculars back, Bucky wormed his way away from the cliff edge and made his way carefully to the far end of the butte they were on. The plan was that Steve would take off from the south end of the butte and Bucky from the north, with the intention to trap the man between them, hopefully pinning him down before he had a chance to take flight. It wasn’t a complex plan, but they figured it didn’t have to be; from what they’d heard he was just a slick-winged greenhorn from back east that liked to talk, drink, and gamble, in that order. Steve and Bucky had just spent three years fighting Johnny Reb and two more tracking down outlaws, so this man wasn’t going to be a problem. If he was smart, he’d tell them what they wanted to know about his employers then he could go on his merry way without even dirtying up that expensive vest he was wearing.
Bucky peeked over the edge of the cliff to check the man’s position, and as the man’s horse ambled into the ambush point he launched himself off the cliff, spreading his wings out to glide as silently as possible down to the road below. “Stop right there,” he shouted when he was close enough. “We have you surrounded.”
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