𝑼𝒔, 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑩. 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

2b

2016 - Bucharest, Romania
The night before disaster

"It's why I always listened to you."

Marcella and Bucky stared at each other for a moment before she pushed him away from her and jumped down from the kitchen counter.

Bucky didn't know what to say. Words used to be his strong suite; he was smooth with the ladies and quick witted when he needed to be. Now, not so much.

"Um, I need to pee," she whispered as she walked towards his washroom, breaking the tension between them.

Bucky watched her step over the broken chair without looking. She shut the bathroom door behind her.

Bucky rubbed the glare from his face with his hands. He couldn't believe this was real and he didn't know what to do. She came right out of his dreams and back into his life within minutes with information that he was being hunted down, once again. He thought it was all over and he'd be able to hide away until no one remembered who the Winter Soldier was.

"Marcella!" He slammed his hand on the counter. "Get back out here, we're not done talking." He needed to know more.

He heard shuffling in the bathroom, and then the shower being turned on. He couldn't believe this.

"You better not be using my fucking shower!"

He walked toward the door and knocked on it loudly. He heard her giggle and clothes drop to the ground.

"That's it." Bucky pushed through the lock on the door, snapping it, and stormed into the tiny washroom. "Marcel—"

She was already in the shower, her front facing the water stream and she covered her chest with her arm.

"You can't come here and do this. We're not friends. We're... I don't know." He huffed, trying so hard to stay focused on why he was angry at her and not her nakedness. It was extremely hard.

"Come on, Barnes. The motel washrooms are disgusting and yours didn't look so bad."

Bucky bit his tongue as he stood on the opposite side of the foggy glass. He rubbed his face again with his hands.

"Fine!" He exclaimed. "Just don't use all the hot water."

She smiled and turned to look at him completely. "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur. Je vous aime. Je vous suis redevable."

"Va te faire enculer," he mumbled back at her dramatics as he leaned on the sink counter.

She hummed to herself as she rinsed down her body, then realized he was still there. She turned to face him, and caught him already staring. "Can a girl get some privacy?"

A smirk spread across his lips and he walked a little closer to the glass, "What, are you shy now? It's nothing I haven't seen before."

His eyes started to trail down her body and she smacked the glass lightly.

"That's not very gentlemanly of you Mr. 1940's."

"You're calling me old, doll face?"

She stuck her tongue out as Bucky walked away and towards the main room, giving up. His hand grabbed the door and started to shut it but the sound of "Sergeant," made him pause.

He stopped and turned to her.

She put on the prettiest fake smile she could ever muster, even batted her eyelashes a little too.

"Do you by chance have any clean clothes to spare?"

He rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut.