CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

20 || J. Bellamy

TW

blood and gore
depiction of violence
murder

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"Natasha I'm sorry. It was really urgent!" Marie almost yelled into the receiver of her phone.

The Russian at the other end of the line was furious. She walked up and down between the sofas of the lounge area at the compound, almost breaking her own phone at her anger. She had the German on speaker so the others could hear her bullshit, too.

"Yeah, I forgot it just takes five seconds to wake any of us! I WAS FUCKING WORRIED SICK TO MY DAMN STOMACH, BITCH!"

Marie pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. She had her eyes closed and breathed heavily to calm her nerves, hating having to fight with Natasha.

They both turned nasty when they were pissed.

Bucky sighed next to her. He sat on the cream coloured couch of the living room in their safehouse, his phone in his hands and a tablet on his lap. He activated the security system on one and was vigorously texting with Sam and Steve on the other.

The men on the soldier's end of the line listened to what M said over the phone. They, as well as the others, watched Natasha's heated argument with one of her best friends.

"Nat, when it comes to Rumlow there is no fucking time for anything." Marie tried to calm her voice to outbalance her best friend's anger. She stood in front of Bucky, who nodded.

He just texted his friends that not even he got a full explanation until they arrived at the Sovereign and his girlfriend told Hoan about it.

"I don't fucking care, Marie! A text would've been enough already! That's what that fucking group chat is for."

"You want me to text you when I'm done fucking Buck as well?" she spat.

The German was on a very thin line of loosing her fucking temper, no matter how hard she tried to remain reasonable.

She heard Sam chuckling in the background.

"Thanks, doll. Now he wants just that." Bucky rolled his eyes at her before nodding down on the screen of his phone to a text Sam just sent him.

"Don't be pathetic, Marie. You know just perfecty well what I mean."

"Yeah whatever. I'm hanging up on you now because I've got shit to do."

Her thumb brushed over the bright red button on her phone and shut the line. She threw it on the couch before she sat down next to Bucky.

Her eyes closed again and pinching the bridge of her nose once more, the assassin sighed deeply with annoyance.

The soldier brushed her thigh with his metal hand before he turned his attention back on the tablet and his phone.

M hated it when Natasha acted as if she was her fucking mom.

Thing was, that Nat and the others had regularly left the compound without letting her know and she was worried sick, but no one cared about that. Now that the tables have turned she wasn't allowed to take single step without letting the Russian know?