CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

12 || This Damn City

Smut ahead

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Their safehouse was located on a cliff at the edge of Madripoor, a twenty minute ride away from the outer ring of east Hightown.

The unpaved road that lead through the jungle was muddy from the rain pouring down on them.

It was a modern villa, white exterior with teakwood highlights surrounded by a seven foot black metal and dark wooden fence and gate with an installed security system.

The large windows opened the house to the jungle on one and to the growling sea on the other side.

M opened the gate and parked her bike in the underground car park the paved driveway lead to. It was sercured by laser beams that reappeared when Bucky stopped next to her.

They looked around the garage.

Her eyes wandered from the matt black Chevrolette Corvette ZR1, over to the white GTA Spano, before landing on Bucky.

There was no way any of the sport's cars could possibly drive trough the jungle looking at how low they were.

The soldier put his backpack down, placing his helmet next to it on the floor before he went over to the cars.

"This is fucking ridiculous."

An annoyed sigh came from his mouth as he left the garage to the hallway, heading for the glass stairs that lead on the first floor.

Marie shot a glance over at the shiny black Escalade before she followed him.

Dark walnut floors were contrasted by the art-covered white walls.

The furniture was calm, neutral tones of white and cream with grey and black. Apart from the art there were only a few splotches of colour in the house.

The only reason this could function as a safehouse was the security system and the distance to the city.

M found herself wishing they'd just stayed in that run-down apartement in Lowtown.

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February 2019, Madripoor

The sun stood high in the calm sky when it crossed the soldier's face through the thin, white curtains that covered the sliding door facing the ocean.

He blinked, his eyes blinded by the bright light.

He stretched, finding that the other side of the bed was empty, sheets tucked away neatly, cushions placed in perfect order.

If Bucky didn't know better he would've thought the woman hadn't come to bed last night.

A glance at the clock on the nightstand to his left told him it was already past nine. No wonder he was alone. She rarely slept past seven, and that's when she sleeps in.

A cup of steaming coffee stood beside the clock, causing the right corner of his mouth to curl up into a half smile.

A warm breeze brushed over his face when he opened the sliding door to the balcony.