Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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"Mmm." I hum when the ringing of Bucky's phone on the nightstand wakes me up in the middle of the night and I roll over to face the wall while Bucky groans and sits up to answer the call

"Hello?" Bucky rasps while still being half asleep

"You're up." I hear someone say

"Obviously, I'm fucking up." He replies angrily when he hears who it is. "You just woke me out of my sleep." He sneers

"Look, I don't have time for jokes, Sergeant." The person snaps

"Buck, go into the bathroom, please." I whine and shove my head under the pillow to block out their voices

"I'm sorry, babydoll." Bucky grabs and squeezes my hip before standing up and walking into the bathroom to finish his conversation

I sigh when the there is no noice and I pull my head from under the pillow to breathe fresh cool air as I grab my panda and cuddle him against my chest only to stuff my nose in the vague smell of my boyfriend who is whisper yelling at the person who called him probably because he was woken up in the middle of the night. I pay no attention to it and continue laying in my sweatpants and tank top, letting the muffled words of anger pass through my ears as I lay under the warm thick blankets, just waiting to resume my sleep and dream at least for the next few hours until Bucky and I have to get up and pack for Louisiana. Only the door ripping open and heavy footsteps that confuse my foggy brain makes me jolt awake and gasp in a fearful breath when I am too sleepy to realize I'm not in the orange room anymore.

"Shit, I'm sorry, gorgeous." Bucky immediately apologizes and stops walking when he sees my fearful look

"It's okay." I sigh and relax back into the mattress before moving to stand up and stretch my hands over my head. "Who was that?" I ask in a grunt and drop my hands to my thighs

"I-" He doesn't say anything and balls his fists, almost crushing his phone but he drops it to the carpet where Nick Fury's contact is dimly lit up on the screen before it shuts off

"Oh?" I look back up at Bucky's angered look and clenched jaw that prevents him from speaking and that alone makes the worry start to crowd my chest. "Bucky?" I speak and walk up to him to grab his fists that instantly relax and open to thread his fingers through mine. "Honey, what's wrong?" I ask

"I-" He starts again but clears his throat and looks down with his head shaking ever so slightly

"James, you're scaring me." I admit after feeling the spinning fear inflate, making my chest feel heavy with all of the pressure of my emotions wanting to burst out of my ribcage

"I'm sorry, Y/n." He whispers and looks up at me. "I'm being sent out on a mission." He says painfully

"Okay." I sigh in a little relief that it wasn't something worse. "How long?" I ask more clearly and less urgently

"It's- uh." He hesitates. "It's an Undercover Follow Mission." He speaks my worst fear when it comes to missions

Undercover Follow Mission.

Meaning he follows someone around.

For days.

Weeks.

Months.

Years even.

"Oh." I lips part and I breathe out as gasp before sucking it back in staggered. "N-no. No, he wouldn't send you on that. No, he wouldn't." I deny as I lift my hands to cover my open mouth frown and nose while furrowing my eyebrows as tears flood my lash line and flow down my cheeks and to my fingers