CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

25 || Thoughts

TW

smut

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She'd only noticed how sore her muscles were when they arrived at the safe house.

The assassin immediately made her way up the glass staircase and into the master bathroom as soon as the dark-haired soldier had parked the car.

She stripped her heels from her feet on her way up, discarding them at the bottom of the stairs. Her bare feet hit the cold glass silently. It was a welcoming shiver of cold that ran down her aching back.

The light turned on automatically when M stepped into the bathroom.

Leaning against the counter, her eyes rested on her reflection in the mirror.

Her sun-bleached blonde hair was grey from the debris and dust of exploding concrete.

She saw cuts all over her body where dust had mixed with blood and dried. Blood stained the beautiful powder blue dress where she had wiped the blades of the knives clean and held Jessán to her side.

What a fucking shame this dress is ruined now.

Jessán.

Marie lowered her eyes and looked at the black marble of the counter as thoughts of the Asian crossed her mind.

Sadness laced her thoughts, and anger pulsed through her veins. The knuckles on her hands turned white from the pressure of the German's grip on the marble.

A furious scream ruptured from her lungs.

She untied the holster and placed it on the counter next to the sink. Blood was still visible on the knives' blades. M made a note in her mind to clean them later after her shower.

Nothing worse than scratching off dried blood.

The shower turned on behind her back, and when Marie lifted her eyes off of her knives, she saw Bucky standing behind her.

His beautiful suit was equally as ruined as her dress, which only encouraged the soldier to never wear anything bright-coloured ever again.

Brightness had returned into his eyes when M watched him check her out.

He had loosened his hair from the bun in the nape of his neck, and it now beautifully graced his shoulders.

She sat on the counter after she turned around, and watched him get undressed. She'd never get tired of watching him discard his clothes off his well-trained, muscular body.

"How's your chest?" she asked. Her eyes moved over every inch of his skin when he finally stood in front of her in only his light grey boxers.

Bucky walked over to her, positioning himself between her legs while he carefully freed his wife's hair from the tie and pins.

M closed her eyes at the touch of his fingertips on her scalp. A soft humming fled from her lips.

The soldier smirked.

"Hurts, but otherwise fine" he replied.

He could still feel the concrete boulder on his chest, and he knew if anything had happened to her, he'd either still be lying under it, pinned to the fucking ground. Or someone would've knocked the shit out of him.

If she was right and Rumlow was behind the attack...

Bucky shook his mind free from the thoughts and brushed his fingers through her hair once more.