Odette Parker: My True Self

Chapter 37: That fucking sucked

A/N: This chapter is long because there is a lot going on. Just a heads up!

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Fuck Alarms. Fuck Life. Fuck everything right now. My alarm on my phone is going off and it's all the way across the room on the charger. I don't want to move. I am so comfy it's insane. I snuggle in closer to the body next to me before my brain catches up with it's self.

I open my eyes and see mountain range abs, I look up and see a scruffy but perfect face. Holy shit balls in Heaven. I try not to move as I soak in the content feeling I am currently experiencing. I could stay like this forever.

Wait! What?! Nope, no fucking time for that. My alarm starts up again and I groan as I sit up. Bucky instantly reaches for me and pulls me back down.

Bucky: "No, stay."

Dets: "Sweetness, as tempting as that offer is. We have Hydra agents to hunt today."

He groans and opens his eyes and looks down at me. God bless if my heart didn't skip a beat. Those eyes captivate me entirely. I pat his chest before realizing where his right hand landed when he grabbed me. Dude has a whole handful of my ass right now. I can't form a coherent thought. Now is not the time Odette, gosh!

Dets: "Come on Soldier, we have to get ready."

I feel his fingers twitch and I just look over at my phone like I have no idea what is going on. I finally get the energy to roll away and out of his arms. I hear him huff out a breathe in protest, which causes me to snicker because apparently I am now five years old.

Bucky: "Something funny?"

Dets: "My brain, its amusing sometimes."

Bucky: "Wanna let me in?"

Dets: "Maybe later, right now we have to get out of bed."

It's 6:00AM and I am running on five hours of sleep. I need caffeine. I walk over to the bag holding my drinks and pop one open and down it. I then grab clothes and walk into the bathroom to change. I pull my bedhead up into a messy bun and put on some mascara and eye liner. I don't give a good god damn what anyone thinks of me today.

When I exit the bathroom Bucky is searching for clothes to wear. His back muscles moving every time he moves. Jesus what I wouldn't give to... NOOOOO! For fuck sake, now is not the fucking time. I close my eyes and walk past him back to the bed. I sit down and grab my kit. Today is going to suck, it will suck less now.

Bucky takes a quick shower while I clear a whole and pack up the rest of our shit. I have my laptop open on the dresser and running a few scans. Bucky walks out with his hair dripping and no shirt. I breathe out and mumble to myself.

Dets: "You're trying to kill me aren't you?"

Bucky: "Who is trying to kill you?"

I hear the amusement in his tone. So the cheeky fucker is back. He doesn't have a hangover? Lucky fucker. Ugh. Well let's see how he likes this.

Dets: "Lil O. She is running scans, not giving me the answers I want."

I turn around and look at him again, he has an undershirt on now. I smile at him with a smug face and turn back to my laptop.

Dets: "She was able to find out who Steve's date was. Some girl named Sharon, she worked for SHIELD, now the CIA. Seems legit. Lil O couldn't find any dirt on her. Did you know she is Peggy's niece? That's kinda weird huh?"

Bucky: "Whatever makes him happy I guess."

Bucky comes and stands behind me and places his head next to mine on my shoulder. I know he heard the inhale when he did it cause I can feel him smiling.