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Bucky opened the door with a bang and put a bullet in the head of the three AIM agents in the room. They dropped to the floor and a horse shout of triumph emitted from one of the women in the room. They were both tied to separate chairs that were facing each other. Only one of them was conscious.
“Doctor Jane Foster?”
Her narrow shoulders sagged and she glanced to the other woman. “Tell me you’re here to rescue us?”
“I’m with the Avengers, we’re here to rescue you and your assistant Darcy Lewis.” He jerked his chin at the other woman. “This her?”
Doctor Foster’s eyes grew glassy but she didn’t cry. “Yeah, they gave her something that knocked her out.”
He nodded and moved forward to untie her from her hair. There were gouges in the cement beneath the metal legs of the chair like she had been hoping around in it. If her personality assessment was true, then that’s probably exactly what she did.
As soon as her legs were untied she was up like a shot and kneeling next to Lewis. Doctor Foster brushed the hair out of Lewis’ face and called her name gently.
Bucky began the same process of freeing Lewis. “Was AIM able to get any information from of either of you?”
Doctor Foster licked her thumb and wiped a smudge off of Lewis’ cheek. “No, they’re idiots.” She didn’t elaborate and didn’t really need to.
The agents who had taken Foster and Lewis had been idiots. Not only were they in a stereotypical warehouse at the docks with the van they had used in the kidnapping parked right out front, but one of them had live tweeted the entire abduction. It was ridiculous.
Once Lewis was untied, he hefted her over his shoulder and made for the door. Foster followed behind him silently until they were outside where Barton was waiting for them.
“Doctor Foster.” He nodded to the tiny woman at his side.
Said tiny woman narrowed her eyes at him. “I remember you, you’re the one who stole Darcy’s iPod.”
Clint gave a nervous chuckle and took a step back. “You – uh – remember that?”
Foster fisted both hands on her hips and opened her mouth to no doubt give Clint a dressing down when the soft mutter of the woman over his shoulder interrupted. “Who’s ass is this?”
The three standing people all froze and side-eyed each other.
“It’s a nice ass.” And then Darcy Lewis gave him a firm squeeze which he clearly telegraphed to the other two with a straightening of his spine.
“Darcy!” Jane disappeared from view, hopefully to make her assistant stop molesting him. Not that it didn’t feel nice, but the circumstances weren’t ideal either.
Lewis did not stop. In fact she put both hands on his butt, not to leverage herself up, but to knead at the muscle. Clint, who had taken more steps back was grinning like a lunatic. Bucky couldn’t even muster up a glare under the assault on his backside.
“Is this your ass, Jane?” Lewis slurred.
Foster made a tutting sound. “Your still high, get some sleep.”
Lewis hummed and finally released him. The relief was short lived when she then wrapped her arms around his waist and hummed into the small of his back. Bucky turned to Foster who shrugged in a clear ‘what can you do’ manner.