I darted out to challenge the attackers.
Their outfits were almost identical in design to the American military.
I figured I knew a few of the weak spots it was more than likely to have. I launched myself at the leading man, sinking my teeth into the throat.
Two of the other men started to shoot at me as I leapt off the dying man. They were horrible shots, and their barrels were long, not suited to short range.
I jumped between the two, causing them to shoot each other before I chased after the last two men, who were jogging over to the tree I sheltered Bucky behind.
I jumped on the man closest to me, biting the back of his neck. I bit down as hard as I could, trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible to fight the other.
I ran after the other man, he turned around quickly with a pistol in his hand, firing two shots.
One grazed the side of my neck, the other went through the flesh of my shoulder. I was not deterred.
I tackled him to the ground before I crunched onto his hand, before going for the throat.
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When the last man died, I ran over to Bucky, who was starting to wake up."Bucky?!" I heard what sounded like Steve.
I barked loudly as I sat beside Bucky. I sniffed him over to look for any visible injuries, there were none.
I figured he'd have a concussion from the explosion.
"Tack?" I heard Steve call, I barked again.
Bucky blinked awake as Steve ran around the tree, wearing his suit, shield in hand.
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A Guardian (Avengers Fanfiction)
FanfictionSteve takes Bucky to a shelter to adopt a therapy dog. There they find Tack and the rest is history... Sort of... Edit: February, 2024 THIS STORY IS OWNED BY WINCHESTER_HUNTRESS ON WATTPAD TACK IS MINE