Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 3] We're a Team (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

A/N: The final part of the series titled, We're a Team! Thanks to everyone who prompted me to bring this to a solid conclusion! I'm really happy with how it turned out! Be sure to let me know your thoughts in the comments!

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The rain is coming down much harder than it had been about ten minutes ago.

It would seem that those earlier threatening dark clouds have finally decided to let their weight fall.

"Pack any weapons or anything that could be perceived as a weapon on the bottom of those duffels," You remind gently, motioning to your Partner's side where a two pristine looking handguns accompanied by two sets of knives are sitting, waiting to be hidden away in the duffel.

Bucky pauses, the shirt he had been folding being held loosely in his grasp, a rather doubtful expression on his features.

"I was gonna keep at least one on me," He explains, setting the shirt aside and un-sheathing one of the knives, examining the blade for any damage.

Now it's your turn to pause, a sudden crack of lighting and a roll of thunder making you jump, the room around you both momentarily illuminated in a white light.

"Wasn't expecting that," You chuckle nervously, blinking a few times before shaking your head. "You're right. At least one of us should have something on us. It would be stupid not to."

With a small nod, your boyfriend resumes his packing, gently re-folding the shirt he'd been working on previously and setting it inside the duffel.

You continue to bustle around the hotel room you'd been basically living out of for the past two months, dusting, wiping down every surface - making sure not a single piece of evidence that proved both you and Bucky's presence ever existed.

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"Anything else need to go in here, Doll?" He calls from where you'd left him earlier, a damp cloth in your hand scrubbing away at the bathroom countertop.

"Don't think so, no," You holler in reply, nodding to yourself, approving your handiwork before leaving the smaller room behind, only to abruptly collide with a sudden firm figure.

Chuckling softly, Bucky wraps a supportive arm around the small of your back, keeping you on your own two feet before passing you down a small, evidently tired smile.

"Are you that eager to get out of here that you're just running into things now?" The man holding you teases, a dimly lit playful glimmer in his steely blue eyes.

"C'mon," You murmur, not quite in the mood to reciprocate his attempt at lightening the solemn mood between the two of you. "Lets just go. Is that everything, then?"

You lower your gaze from his to the duffel bag at his feet.

"Looks like it," He confirms, his gaze no likely scanning the room for anything either of you might have missed.

"You have something on you?"

"Knife. Waistband."

Humming in acknowledgement, you step away from your Partner and head towards the door, not even bothering to look back at the room behind you.

Your boyfriend follows you out into the hallway, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

"Do you think those earlier maniacs are still out there?" You murmur, stepping in stride with your Partner, your synced cadences echoing in the long, carpeted hallway.

"Oh, likely," He chuckles before frowning. "So what's our plan?"

"I was leaving that one up to you."