Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

097

I was all smiles and giggles the whole way to the warehouse and Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Clint just let me be with small smiles of their own and it wasn't a long fly out to the base either which lucky me but, we had to beat the trucks that are getting closer and closer every second we spend messing around and by that I mean me bouncing around with excitement and the moment that Clint gave us the heads up that we were good, I jumped up from my seat and took the large sniper rifle from Sam who laughs at my reaction when I sling the large gun around my body and accept the few magazines that came with it. Bucky takes the grenade launcher and also straps that around his body but, we did have to use my magic pockets to place the ammo in because it was obviously too big for Bucky and I to carry.

"Alright." Sam smiles. "You guys are good to go."

"Aren't you gonna land the jet?" I ask with a confused look matching Bucky's as Sam's smile falls slightly

"We can't land the jet." He hesitantly informs us while glancing at Bucky's shaking head

"Nope." Bucky spits, already knowing the plan. "I am not jumping out of this mother fucking jet." He refuses

"I really thought it was gonna be about you not jumping out." Sam chuckles and looks at me

"Same." I laugh and look at Bucky's unamused expression

"Buck, you're gonna have to." Steve turns around in his seat and speaks before Bucky can. "We can't land the jet or they will catch us when we lift off."

"Fuck that." Bucky stubbornly sets his foot down. "I am not jumping out."

"We're losing time, guys." Clint calls. "We're almost there."

"You got this, Bucky." I give him a warm smile and grab his hand to let my healing magic rise. "Once we are on the ground, you will be just fine." I add when he sighs and grips my hand harder to allow his blue eyes to change into that golden honey color

"You're using your magic to get me to jump, right?" Bucky asks relaxed as ever

"Not completely." I admit with a smile

"Mmm." He takes a deep breath and looks at me for a while before Clint calls out that we are five minutes away from the hill and we only have one shot at this or we fail the mission. "Fine. Fucking fine." He lets out a huff and lets go of my hand to walk to the seats and grab a parachute for himself and me

"We're too low to the ground for parachutes, Buck." Steve calmly tells him

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Bucky exclaims and slams the parachute down on the seats that makes me flinch back when I didn't expect him to move like that. "I'm sorry, my babydoll." He immediately softens his attitude and pulls me to his chest at my reaction

"It's okay, honey." I speak through my smushed cheeks with how hard he is hugging me and I know it's out of his own fear. "Listen, sweetheart, I have my magic. I can cushion our fall and you won't feel a thing." I promise

"Let's just get this done and over with." He grumbles at the timeframe and kisses the top of my head. "Before I change my mind." He huffs

He lets me go and walks towards the door of the jet where Sam is standing to press the button so the door drops down and Bucky cringes a little when gusts of air fly though the interior of the jet, making everything quieter with the deafening whipping wind that is drowning out any attempt at making noise. Steve holds up some communication systems over his shoulder and I jog over to take them from his hand but his right hand comes down on my bicep.

"I heard about your tattoo." Steve smiles. "Makes Barron's words truer." He squeezes my arm

"Thanks, Steve." I smile back. "I'll show you when I get back."