UNDISCLOSED DESIRES// BUCKY BARNES x OC

ocean eyes

*a/n this story will play loosely on the time-line of civil war but without   the actual plot (some of it might be thou *cough* plums *cough*)
Also, alexa: play ocean eyes by Billie Eilish.
Also there's gonna be a few romanian sentences, I'm currently learning it and for the rest I'm using the good old friend Google translate so if any native Romanian is reading this pls don't kill me*

BUCHAREST, ROMANIA

I had arrived in Bucharest earlier that day after hopelessly tracking empty leads in Vienna and Berlin.
Bucharest was the last lead I had. He better be here, so my ass didn't have to tour the rest of Europe to find Barnes.
I was standing in the middle of a farmers market and decided to go to the tent where this elderly man was selling fresh fruit. I approached him with a friendly smile while I adjusted my navy blue baseball cap.

" buna dimineata l-ai vazut pe acest om? " I asked while holding up the black and white surveillance photo.
He took it and inspected it closely. After a while he said something about him buying fruit a few days ago but he told me the guy from the newspaper stand knew more.
"Mutlumesc." I thanked him and made my way to the newspaper stand.
My training at Hydra included learning multiple languages. I was fluent in Romanian, Russian and I could hold a conversation in German, all thanks to Johan Schmidt, that bastard.

The guy from the newspaper stand, Mikail as he introduced himself as told me that Barnes buys the newspaper almost every single day and that I missed him by an hour.
Dammit. I guess I would have to wait until tomorrow.
Mikail suggested to come by around seven sharp tomorrow so I wouldn't miss Barnes. I thanked him, smiling I left with today's newspaper rolled up in my hand.

Pierce had provided me with a cute apartment a street down from the town's square.
I slid the key into the lock of an old brick  red coloured door and entered the small, sparingly furnished living area. A small kitchenette on the left side of the room and a green velvet sofa with a flat screen TV mounted to the wall. Pierce really thought I was here vacationing and living my best life. He even stocked the cupboard next to the TV with a selection of DVDS.
He really thought I would be sitting on my lazy ass and take my sweet time with finding Barnes.

Tossing the newspaper on the table in the kitchen area I kicked off my boots and freed myself of my leather jacket and of my thigh harnesses which held my favorite weapon, matte black knives.
Keeping my gun holster on my hips I swung my ass on the couch.

Mentally going through my plan for tomorrow.
I would stake out in front of Mikail's stand at 7, waiting for Barnes to appear and follow him.
I would have to dress like a civilian because right now I looked like a badass Russian spy.

Ever since becoming a super soldier my style was depended on whatever Hydra provided me.
However for this mission, I was allowed to buy clothes for myself. I had researched the current style and from what I found, kids these days wore a lot of sweatpants and short shirts they called "crop tops". A trend that surged in the 1990's. I completely missed that decade, I was too busy playing popsicle in the freezer.

I went through my duffel bag that was sitting on the queen size bed in the left corner of the room and pulled out a pair of white sweatpants and a chocolate brown cropped tank top. In one of the pockets of my duffel, I pulled out a pair of gold hoops and a chunky gold necklace. If I was going to dress like civilian I was gonna go all out. Jolene would have been so proud.

Sometimes I wonder what happened to her. I never got the chance to say goodbye and that hurt a lot. If I ever was able to leave Hydra I would love to visit her grave, contact her relatives at least those who were still alive. Maybe her grandkids, if she had any.

Saddened by the memories of my best friend, I went to the stocked pantry cupboard to look for something to dull the pain of the past. I pulled out a bottle of scotch and without even bothering with a glass I twisted the cap off and took a generous swig of the brown liquid that burned it's way down my throat.

After emptying a good chunk of the alcohol I decided to put on a movie. I decided on a comedy movie with an actor called Adam Sandler.
I don't know if it was the scotch but I found myself laughing a lot.

With the end credits rolling, the bottle was almost empty and I felt myself getting drowsy and tired. All right, Brubaker. Time to hit the hay.

Putting my gun under my pillow, I stripped down to my black panties and bra and pulled the covers back and slid my body under them.

Closing my eyes my mind flashed images of a memory I rather forget. My transformation into the ruthless killer I've become.

Suddenly the image of the man with the ocean blue eyes appeared in front of my inner eye.

Ever since that day, that memory haunted me.