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it was always raining in gotham. it came down in sheets, cold and bitter as if it were trying to wash away all the gunk and trash that filled the streets. what gotham lacked in charm it more than made up for with backstreets and drainage tunnels. gotham was good for that—disappearing. it had a thousand corners that no one looked into too closely. not unless you were looking for something.

he should've known his luck would run out eventually, he just didn't think it would be a handful of baby faced goons with something to prove. four, two with bats, one with a jagged piece of pipe in his hand. improvised weapons that weren't carried just for show.

❝ you don't want to do this, ❞ bucky warned just loud enough to be heard over the pelting rain. the four of them laughed. real teeth-baring, dumb as youth that thought they were invincible, laughter. then one of them swung.

bucky caught the bat mid-air without thinking. not with the metal. not yet. just a gloved hand and the right angle. he twisted the wrist, fast, and the goon screamed as the tendons gave up, pipe dropping onto the asphalt with a resounding clang. // @bcywonder , ♡'d for a starter .