bucky barnes imagines

xiv. finally

You and Bucky entered the club, avoiding any suspicion from unneeded eyes. You were to find the host, your target, and slip a drug into his drink without drawing attention to either of you. If that was done smoothly, you would bring him in for questioning and you'd successfully have completed the mission.

As you entered together, the music blasted in your ears, and people dancing wherever you looked. "Spilt up. I'll go this way. You'll know when you see him," Bucky briefly says, before turning the opposite way from you. You nod in his direction, and turn away.

Eyes skimming and analyzing the scene, you carefully pick apart the people in the club. That's when you see a man, seated at the bar with a drink in his hand. You'll know when you see him. Damn right, he looks the exact same as the pictures you were showed, greying hair and red faced.

You click on the hidden mic in your cheek. "Found him, he's at the bar in the west side" You say. "On it" Bucky responds. As you walk over to the counter, sitting at one of the seats, you order a single drink to avoid suspicion, and try and make small talk with the man.

After a few attempts that went nowhere, and Bucky nowhere to be seen, you click on the mic again. "Where are you?" you whisper. "Just a minor inconvenience, be there in a sec" he responds. "I have a different idea" "And what is that?" he asks. You don't answer.

As you flirt with the man, much older than you and his lingering stares are enough to make you uncomfortable. As he grins at you disgustingly, you spot Bucky taking a seat right beside him, and you let go a sigh in relief.

When you glance at Bucky, his glare is telling you just how much he disapproves of the red faced target looking at you like that. "Should we take this somewhere else?" The man asks. Bucky's face is fuming. "Why don't we finish our drinks and see what happens" you respond, wincing at your own words.

As the target takes the last sip of his drink, relief washes over. We did it. He stands up, taking your hand and leading you upstairs. But just as he shuts the door, he falls, the drug finally working. Leaving him to his misery, you click the mic on.

"Got him, we're in a room upstairs," you say. As Bucky mutters a few incoherent words, you search the man for any possible weapons.

When Bucky enters the room, he does not seem happy at all. "What were you thinking?" he asks. Confused, you say, "I was just helping the plan run smoother, everything's fine Bucky"

He runs a hand through his hair. "That could've gone way worse Y/n. What if the drug didn't respond fast enough? What would have happened then? He certainly did not have good intentions" he says, voice raising slightly.

"I knew the drug would react fast enough. Certainly you shouldn't think of me as weak," you say, searching his eyes for understanding. "You will never do something like that again," he replies.

"Excuse me? and why do you think you have the right to tell me what I can and can't do? I can protect myself just fine. You don't have to do it for me, Barnes," You spit out.

Shaking his head, he leans down to the target. "Let's go," is all he says. Frustrated, you help Bucky with the body and take him out the back door and you're off to the facility to take him in for questioning and later on, an arrest.

• • •

You and Bucky have not spoke a word since your conversation during the mission, and you certainly will not be the first one to say something.

A few hours later, sitting in your bed on your laptop, someone knocks a few times on your bedroom door. "Come in!" you shout. You're surprised when you see that Bucky has entered, already closing the door behind him.

Waiting for him to say something, he sits on the edge of your bed. "I'm sorry," he finally says. You stare at him as he puts face in his hands.

"I'm sorry that I got so worked up over there. I just can't let anything happen to you after everything that has happened. You mean so much to me, and I know you know how to defend yourself, you're one of the strongest people I know. I just find myself not thinking straight when it comes to you."

Flushed at his words, you smile. "It's okay Buck, I understand," you say. He looks at you, almost as if looking for more, for an answer for what he really wants to hear, but it never comes. Instead, he nods his head. "Goodnight Y/n," he says.

As he gets up and walks for the door, you muster up the confidence to say what you really wanted to say. "Bucky wait," you say and reach for his arm as he walks through the door.

He turns back to look at you, piercing blue eyes searching your face. You try to say the words, you do. But they never come. Because they will never describe how you feel for him. Instead, you pull him in, hands at his face, and kiss him.

Surprised at first, he pulls away, but not even a spilt second after does he pull you in again, lips crashing against yours, hungry for more, for you.

"Finally," he mumbles against your lips, and you smile in between the kisses.