Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 1] Undercover (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Prompt: See above.

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"What do you mean, pack something nice looking?" You protest in confusion, rummaging through your rather sparse looking closet before turning empty handed towards your friend.

Natasha just rolls her eyes, gesturing towards the two dresses hanging untouched closer to the back of the row of clothing.

"You two are going undercover. The whole idea is to, you know, not be recognized?" She chuckles, nearing your side and grabbing the hanger containing the darker coloured dress off of the rack, eyeing it over. "And you certainly aren't one for dresses, so it's gotta go."

You groan as the redhead tosses the hanger aside before neatly folding the black piece of fabric in her grasp, sliding it into the duffel bag on your bed.

"I could always just wear a nice skirt and a blouse," You suggest, hoping to change your friend's mind on her choice of your apparel.

"You could," She nods, turning to face you with a teasing glimmer in her eye and a smirk tugging at her lips. "Though I have a feeling he would certainly like to see you in a dress."

Your eyes fly wide and a blush instantly burns in your cheeks as you scoff.

"Bucky's seen me in a dress before," You point out, picking up your other dress out of your closet. "On our last undercover mission."

"Mhm... but I think he'll like this one better," Nat teases once more, this time earning a sharp glare from you.

"There's nothing going on between him and I, Nat. I don't understand why you can't see that."

"If you say so!" She sighs, her voice rising an octave as she throws in a pair of your heels from where you'd tossed them earlier, zipping up the duffel before making her way to her feet, still smiling.

"Thanks for your help," You grin softly, nodding towards your now packed bag. "I guess, if all goes well, I'll see you in a week."

"Yeah. Guess so," She replies, heading towards your bedroom door. "Good luck out there, Y/N. Don't do anything ridiculously stupid, okay?"

"No promises!" You holler in reply as Natasha disappears from your view, the door shutting quietly behind her, leaving you alone in silence.

Why does everyone think Bucky and I are a thing?

We're just friends, right?

Mumbling, you roll over your wrist, glancing at the time on your watch before grabbing your duffel bag of supplies and holstering your pistol to your side, taking one last sweep of the room with your gaze.

"That's everything, then."

And with that, you shoulder your bag and leave your room behind, heading out towards where you know your Partner will be waiting for you.

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"Never on time, huh?" The familiar sounding voice of Bucky Barnes greets as you near the completely blacked out SUV you'd be using as your mode of transportation.

"Hey!" You exclaim, false hurt in your tone as you gasp. "I'm only three minutes behind!"

"I'm kidding," He chuckles, motioning to the duffel over your shoulder. "I can put that in the back for you if you want."

"I'm fine," You grin, popping the vehicle's trunk before sliding your own luggage in beside your Partner's as well as various other secure looking cases which contain your weapons. "Thanks though, Buck."