SINNER // Bucky Barnes fanfiction

T H R E E // "You don't get to say that name"

'𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖, 𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖'

The disdain she held for Rumlow was exceedingly evident on her face as her eyes met his cold ones.

"what do you want Rumlow?" Cleo sighed uninterestedly. He scoffed, getting up from the brown armchair located in the corner of her hotel room.

"Somebody killed Pierce, and I thought you would have something to do with it".

"why me?".

He sighed, "you were very vocal about your opinion on him, especially towards the end of your HYDRA career".

"You're right, which is why I am so glad that someone finally decided to take that waste of space out" she replied calmly. She knew that she would get more information out of him if she acted as if she had nothing to do with it. However, this did not stop the warm tingly feeling arising within her at the thought of the kill.

"so, you had nothing to do with it?" He asked, lowering his gun.

"no. Nothing" She replied, lowering hers as to not seem suspicious. "do you want a coffee or something?"

"eh, why not. It has been a while since I have seen your pretty little face". Cleo felt a pang of disgust in her chest, and the threat of bile arising in her throat, but she ignored it, faking a small chuckle.

"it has, hasn't it" She said as she filled the room's kettle with tap water. "Rumlow?"

"yes beautiful?"

Cleo was thankful that she wasn't facing his direction, or he would have seen the repelled expression adorning her face "why did you really come all this way?".

"To ask you about pierce, like I said".

"Bull. Shit" She said turning around, leaning against the counter behind her "You and I both know that isn't the truth".

"Maybe I just wanted to see you?".

Advancing on him, Cleo scoffed "oh please Rumlow, that would imply you have emotions, and we both know that's not realistic".

"For you, I have all the emotions" he said whilst stepping towards her in return. A measly foot stood between them.

"Wow, what a comedy genius" she whispered sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest. This made her boobs push up slightly, and Rumlow's eyes were instantly drawn there. Unashamedly he ran his eyes over her body, a sly smirk worming its way onto his features. "perv is not a good look on you".

"please, anything is a look on me" he said smugly as he ran his hands up her arm to her shoulder "nothing looks even better though".

"Not an image I wanted".

"but an image you needed none the less".

She stared at him in disgusted silence until the ding of the kettle have her an excuse to turn away from the slimy bastard. "two sugars?"

"yeah, make it as sweet at you" noting the sarcasm in his voice, she rolled her eyes.

After adding a dash of milk she turned around and approached him, handing the coffee over. "Sit down, and don't worry I didn't poison you".

"nothing is as venomous as your mouth, so I am sure I'll live".

"you know nothing of what my mouth is capable of" She whispered next to his ear bitterly.

"not like Bucky, huh?" she stilled. She thought he'd be smart enough to not mention him, but he always has been a dumb fuck.

Pulling away, so she was inches in front of his face, "what did you just say?". As she said it, she wrapped her right hand around his throat, squeezing lightly.

"I said, not like Bucky"

Cleo quickly grasped the knife from her thigh holster with her left hand, bringing it up to his neck as well.

"You don't get to say that name" She whispered coldly, staring into his eyes as they slowly began closing. Despite it being a part of his training, he never could taste sleeping pills in his drinks. Dumb fuck.

Smiling to herself, Cleo removed both her hand and the knife from his throat, securing it back into the leather thigh holster.

She went to her bag and took out the zip ties and duct tape, placing them on the side table next to the chair. She placed a section of duct tape over his mouth, and then secured his hands and ankles together with the red zip ties. She liked to buy the red ones, they were a bit jazzier, the black ones were far too boring for her taste.

Heaving his body over her shoulder, she carried him into the bathroom, dropping him into the bathtub. Secretly thankful that she did so many squats.

Looking at her work, she smirked. She never liked Rumlow. He was too flirty with her, constantly pursuing her despite his knowledge of her complicated relationship with Bucky. Speaking of, that was another reason she hated him, he was a part of the team that oversaw her love's mind wiping.

It would always physically pain her when she would see Bucky after their sessions, and he wouldn't even remember her name. Four letters. Four letters she would give anything to hear coming out of his mouth right now. Fucking Rumlow.

She contemplated what to do with him, realising she couldn't keep an unconscious man in her bathtub overnight. She figured a quick death would do him justice. Insignificant. Just like him.

Taking her knife in her right hand, she brought it to his throat, delivering a swift slash. "Goodbye Brock".

Standing back, watching the crimson tide rush down his body, filling the white tub, she whispered "I've missed this".

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Sorry for the long wait, my laptop broke and i had to get a new one. But here we are. 

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