Datura - Bucky Barnes

Conversant

Conversant ~ familiar with someone or something

RINNGGGGGG. RINGGGGGGGG.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up," I slap my phone each word until it stops ringing.

Bucky slightly chuckles and gets up from my lap, "Morning."

"Morning," I yawn and stretch my arms.

"We need to talk, Thea," he sighs.

I sit up in the bed, "I know."

"What is this? What is...us?" he gestures between both of us.

"I don't know. Do you have feelings for me, Buck?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

"I don't know."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Here's something I do know," I say, "We need to find a way to tell Steve that we slept together."

Bucky gives me a lopsided grin, "Do we have to?"

I chuckle slightly, "He's your best friend and my brother. I think he deserves to know."

"You're right. We'll tell him when we get back after the mission."

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Flashback, Thea is 17, Steve is 19, 1937

"Why won't you ever let me meet him?" I finish washing the last dish, passing it to Stevie.

"Because Thea," he takes it from me and dries it off with a cloth, "He's the kind of guy that flirts with every girl he sees and I don't want him to do that with you."

I give him a dirty look, "I can take care of myself Stevie."

"I know you can. But as long as I get a say you aren't meeting him."

I sigh, "But he's your best friend and he helps you a lot. I want to meet him."

"Ask me one more time I dare you."

"Please?"

He sets down the dish and tackles me onto the couch, tickling me.

I laugh, out of breath, "Stop! Hahahaha! I'm sorry! Stop! Hahaahahahhaah!"

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Back to normal, a few hours later that day

"Okay club two. Thorns. The last club would pick out girls in the club and kidnap them. This one transports them. This time we won't go inside the club. Just through the back. There are gonna be tons of trucks and it's a huge save. But there are gonna be lots of gang members so it's gonna be dangerous," I tell Bucky.

He points to a part on the holographic map, "We can't go through the back. There are too many people stationed. We have to go through the club so we'll have to dress up again. Do you know how many clubs there are here?"

"Um Tony said 22," I reply, "Hey can you pass me my phone charger? It's in the suitcase."

He nods and walks over to my suitcase, rummaging through it. He lifts up a lacy bra and his cheeks tinge pink.

NATASHA ROMANOFF. WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!

My cheeks burn red, "That's not mine. That was to donate. To...charity. You know, the Salvation Army."