UNDISCLOSED DESIRES// BUCKY BARNES x OC

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A/n: buckle up, buttercup this is going to be a long, wild ride. This is gonna be the longest chapter I have written until now for this fiction. I hope you are ready. TW: violence and murder
I really hope you like this chapter.

What felt like hours have passed since we finished second session.
We still sat on the hardwood floor of his living room. My face was buried in his shoulder, the tears have dried down on my cheek.

Slowly, I wound myself out of his arms and got up to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Leaning against the edge of the  countertop, I saw Barnes putting the notebook back into a drawer.

"Is there someone you miss, Barnes ?" I asked him.
He looked at me, his expression unreadable.
"Yeah, my sister. My best friend too. How about you ?"

I thought about my mother above all. I missed her the most. Jolene, my best friend. Dad had left us early in my life I don't remember him at all but I missed that I didn't go looking for him. To at least find some kind of closure.

"My mother. She passed away from cancer while I was still in school. My best friend Jolene. I wish I could have said goodbye to her." I said, you could hear the sadness in my voice.

Barnes approached me slowly like he was waiting for my permission to come close to me.

He just simply took me in his arms, held me. His metal arm cold against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the rest of his body.

"Getting real soft on me there, soldier." I said when he released me from his embrace.
He chuckled.

Seeing this side of Barnes, this softer, made me feel things. Things that I tried to fight. The attraction to him. The lightness and comfort being with him.

Maybe it was time to just let things happen. To admit my defeat.

I watched James standing in front of the stove, the smell of garlic hitting my nostrils.

"What are you making, soldier?" I asked him, looking over his shoulder. He had chopped tomatoes, bell pepper and Italian sausage on a cutting board next to him.
A pot of boiling water, where he put a handful of spaghetti into.
" I learned how to cook in Italy before coming to Bucharest. Picked up some recipes in Germany and Austria.
Comes in handy when you are living on the down low." He put the rest of the ingredients into the pan.
Seeing this former assassin so domestic, such a bizarre picture in a way.

I decided to make myself useful and pulled out plates and cutlery and started to set the table.

"I should probably go get a change of clothes from my place." I announced as I finished setting wine glasses onto the wooden table.

"Dinner will be ready in like 15 minutes, doll. Be back by then." James poured a swig of white wine into the sauce, which made the pan sizzle even louder.

I nodded, grabbed my keys from the mantle and left.

Wandering through the streets of Bucharest, admiring the setting sun.
One more session and I would be free.

"Yo, viper." I heard a familiar male voice. Shit. Rumlow. Fuck.
Anger rose in me. What was he doing here ?
Mentally thanking myself that I put my thigh harness with my sheathed blades on before I left, I pulled one out.
Rumlow approached me slowly.
"Pierce told me to check on you. He's growing impatient.'' he said, now standing in front of me.
He ran a finger along my jaw line.
"You don't know how much I want fuck you, viper. The moment you walked into the headquarters. I imagined what that red hair would look wrapped around my wrist." his finger now on my chest, about a inch away from my boobs.

I walked backwards into a dark alley.
"Oh, she likes to get dirty." Rumlow said as my back hit the brick wall.

"Oh, Rumlow. You made a mistake coming here." I said before kicking my steel capped combat boot right between his legs.
He stumbled back and his sorry ass fell onto the concrete.
I kicked him another time, this time hitting his jaw.
Leaning over him, my fist hit his mouth.
He let out a grunt and wiped his split lip on the back of hand.
"You will regret this, viper. Pierce is gonna put you back on ice for this." he spat.
Taking my knife, I threw it into the cold night air and the blade flipped and I caught it mid air.

" I don't think so, Rumlow. Pierce is next." I said before bending down to him, grabbing his jaw, which was not covered in his blood.
"What a bummer that you won't be able  to tell Pierce that I have found James Buchanan Barnes." I smiled down at him before ramming my blade into this bastard's chest.

Coughing and gurgling sounds escaped his throat as I pulled out my knive out.
His lifeless head lulled to the side, eyes closing for the last time.

Rumlow was dead.

My feet hitting the concrete echoed through the night as I ran back to James.

Before I could even knock, James opened the door, a concerned look on his beautiful face.

"Doll, what happened ? he asked looking down at my fist clenched around my knive, my knuckles cut up and covered in Rumlow's dried blood mixed with my own.

Out of breath, I reached for him and slung my arms around his neck, burying my face in the hard planes of his chest.

He knew exactly what I needed. He wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me tight at the small of my back. His metal hand pushing back sweat-drenched strands of hair out of my face.

Once I had regained my breath, I looked up at him.

"I killed Brock Rumlow." I said, as if saying it out loud made it less grave.
"He turned up while I was going to my place, started touching me. Told me Pierce was growing impatient but I knew he was lying to get to me." thinking back to what Rumlow had said to me, made me shudder.
I rather not tell James what he had said to me.

James stroked my hair, assuring me that I was okay, that I was safe now.

"The food is cold now, doll." he said gesturing to the table. A bottle of red wine, half empty on it.

"I'm sorry, James." I said.

As I said his first name, he looked at me incredulously.

"What happened to calling me Barnes ?" he chuckled.
"Going soft on me, viper ? repeating the comment I had made to him earlier.
I laughed at him trying to imitate me.

"Come on, doll. Let's get you cleaned up and I'm gonna fix you up a plate of pasta after."

He went through the bathroom and came back with a green box. A first aid kit where he pulled out disinfectant and some cotton rounds.
Delicately, he picked up my hand and inspected the cuts that span across my knuckles.
He cleaned my wounds carefully, the burn of the disinfecting liquid coursing through me.
After all was clean, he picked up a roll of gauze and started wrapping it around my knuckles and tying it softly into a knot around my wrist.

"There, all done doll. Let's get you fed, we can pick up some clothes tomorrow morning before our last session." he said as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Do you think Pierce is gonna track me down when he finds out I killed Rumlow?" I asked James as he filled up my plate with pasta and that delicious looking red sauce.

"Well, we deal with it once it happens, doll. Now, eat up, you don't want it to get cold. Again." he said as he filled up my glass with red wine and put the steaming plate of pasta in front of me.
It smelled simply divine.

He watched me eat in silence.

The food tasted amazing. Best meal I had in a while.

This man really does know how to cook.

Two glasses of wine and a plate of food later, I found myself stretched out on the couch, head leaning against James' shoulder, we were watching TV.

I felt my eyes lids growing heavier and heavier.

Before I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, I felt James pressing his lips to my forehead.

I really could get used to this.