Proving to be difficult Undercover!Bucky Barnes x Reader

It doesn't get easier (1/2)

A/N I originally posted this chapter split up so I'll do that here too since I'm posting all at once anyways.

You didn't know how long you had slept exactly but when you woke up the apartment was significantly darker and James was gone. He had been there when you'd fallen asleep but now the bed was empty and cold, any trace of last night's events gone.

He probably just went to get a snack or something. You thought to yourself while searching for your slippers, but he wasn't in the kitchen or the living room, even the guest room looked as if he hadn't even been there in the first place.

Maybe he just had some Shield business to do and will be back later. But you couldn't quite keep the Anxious thoughts aways.

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It had been three days and you still hadn't heard from Bucky so you finally decided to check in on him. Steve had given you his number for Emergencies on the mission but his best friend missing should be emergency enough.

"Rogers?" He answered sounding out of breath as if he was running.

"This is Y/N I'm calling to ask whether you had heard from Jam- Agent Barnes?" You quickly corrected yourself not knowing whether he had told anyone about your light. If it even mattered to him as it did to you? What if-

"Bucky? No, he told us that the mission was taking longer? Isn't he with you?" The sound of running had stopped and Steve suddenly sounded very worried.

"No I haven't seen him in three days, he vanished after..." You stopped unsure whether you should tell Steve about the night you had spent together. If Bucky had vanished right afterwards it couldn't have meant much to him. You thought.

Luckily Steve didn't even notice as he came up with a plan and just hung up.

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When you arrived at the conference room you were met with about half the team already assembled, worry etched into their features. Steve must have informed them of what you had told him and now he was in front of some big screen, reading what looked like Hydra documents.

"What are you doing here?" Someone asked behind you as you looked through the room. "Excuse me?" You had snapped around angry and fully prepared to lecture the person when you stopped in shock because you hadn't expected the angry person to be Steve Rogers. "Why wouldn't you want my help?"

"Why would we? After all, you are the one who got us into this mess in the first place. It is a nice trap you and your disgusting Bosses have set up here I have to admit that. Though I am a bit confused as to why you would tell us that Bucky is missing? You had a good lie going there so-"

He started walking towards you and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the rest of the team move too.

"Unless this is another trap and this was your plan all along? Distract Bucky so that Hydra could recapture him and then alarm us to run right into your arms? Well, you miscalculated."

Slowly realising what was going on you tried to speak up, explain how wrong he was. You didn't get that far as you felt a prick on your in your neck and everything went dark.

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"Y/N darling, are you awake?" You heard a warm and familiar voice at the border of your consciousness. "I made pancakes." You could feel the warm breath of the person whispering into your ear and turned around slowly but surely opening your eyes.

"James?" Your eyes finally open you recognized the handsome ex-spy in front of you. "Where am I?" You asked sitting up suddenly as a feeling of panic rolled over you.

Instead of an answer you could feel his lips on your neck pressing soft kisses on your skin over and over, you wanted to enjoy the prickling sensation, lose yourself in the moment but something was nagging at the edge of your mind. Screaming at you that something was wrong.

The thought became stronger and stronger and with it, you could feel a growing pain in your head. The pain grew and slowly became all-consuming until there was nothing left besides pain and darkness. No warm bed and pancakes, no James and his soft kisses, just darkness and pain.