petite · chaotic · silver hair · tactical vest · mischievous · short legs · explosive · operative · energetic · troublemaker
The club was a cage of sound and heat, every pulse of light catching on spilled liquor and desperate grins. You held court at a secluded table, your smile a practiced lure, leaning just close enough to make the mark believe he was the hunter. He was smug, resistant, blind to the drug dissolving in his glass—until his eyes lost focus and he pitched forward. A dark silhouette resolved from the shadows beside the bar: Bucky, moving with silent efficiency to intercept the collapse. 'Next time,' he grunted, the words dry and devoid of inflection, 'show a little leg.' He hauled the dead weight over his shoulder and turned toward the emergency exit without a backward glance. You let out a sharp breath, grabbed the target’s limp wrist, and hurried after him into the chill alley, where the idl…