pov- imagines

DOG TAGS- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: breaking laws and doing crimes, mentions of cracking heads open and murder but it's humor i swear (at least meant to be)

about: PF12 "committing crimes" + DH8 "how dumb can you be?"

a/n: reuploaded because posting from my computer is apparently different lol

"we're going to get caught," bucky taunts, and you frown, not looking at him as you concentrate on not falling and cracking your head open. "we are not going to get caught," you respond once you're on the ground, not sticking the landing and toppling over. cursing, you get up, and bucky shakes his head, jumping over the gate and landing gracefully. you scowl at him and he ignores you, "we're going to go to jail," he says negatively. you smack his shoulder in response, which does nothing to his super soldier self but makes you feel better. "we are not going to jail, god-"

bucky's hand is suddenly over your mouth, muffling your words, and you flail as he practically manhandles you to behind a shrub. he shushes you as a woman walks out of the house, car keys dangling from her fingers as her other hand pulls open her car door, phone shoved between the crook of her neck. she's muttering angry words into the phone, too distracted to note the build of bucky's six foot one self and you, pressed up against bucky.

bucky waits until she's gone for a minute to let you go, and you wipe at your mouth, "when was the last time you washed your hands, that's disgusti-"

he cuts you off with a frustrated whisper, "you said she'd be gone by now. if it had been just you, you'd be arrested by now!" you shrug, peeking above the leaves before standing fully. bucky pulls you back down again, making you yelp. "ow-"

"shut up, if anything else goes wrong or contradicts your information, i'm leaving," he promises, and you shrug, rolling your shoulders. "i don't need your help, anyways. you're the one who just followed me."

bucky's eyes thin, "to make sure you didn't die- do you know how many times i've had to pull you out of some near death situation?"

you shrug, "i was handling it." bucky breathes in and counts to three, shutting his eyes for a second- a second- and when he opens them, you're at the house's front porch, tiptoeing like an idiot into the house and leaving the door open. how the hell are you an avenger?

he huffs angrily as he goes inside the house, thankful for the privacy gate surrounding the house. shutting the door, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. you're snooping in a cabinet, a huge dog you don't seem to notice growling at you.

he stops, trying to look at you as loudly as possible. it's only when you drop a file and he wonders for the eighth time today how he can possibly be in love with you that you notice him. "oh, bucky, you finally came in-"

"there's a dog," he cuts you off, trying to calculate his moves so that the drooling thing won't attack either of you and ruin this idiotic mission you seem to be set on. "really?! i didn't-" you stop yourself, remembering his past words. "i knew that. i have a plan for that," you lie. you're moving your hands, and the dog only seems to get more agitated, and all bucky wants to do is make you stop moving so your arm doesn't get bitten off, but an actual idea seems to come to you and you turn, crouching down to the dog.

bucky eyes widen as you make the incredibly sudden movement of spinning and he feels like attacking you. in all of your years of being careless have you ever been so stupid. he's frozen for a second, and he expects to be drawn out by growls and penitent shrieks, not your voice, higher pitched than usual, babbling about good boys. he blinks, startled to see your hands scratching behind the dog's ears, baby talking to it, "who's a good boy, huh? protecting the house from evil intruders, you are, yes!" the dog seems to be enjoying your attention, head nuzzling into your hand.