Dark Desires (Bucky Barnes) ((Steve Rogers))

Chapter 15: Congratulations Agent Barton

Cara had in fact, not killed Batroc on their mission. But she had injured him badly in their fight. The arrows she had shot into his knees had been trick arrows that opened up like barbed umbrellas once inside of a target, preventing removal outside of surgery. During his surgery before Batroc was taken to The Raft, the doctors did find out Cara had hit him dead center in each knee, completely shattering each one. The kick she had landed across his face for his comment, had left him with a neck injury and dislocated jaw. All of which she had caught a lot of shit for from Fury. The knees were bad enough but with a broken neck and jaw he hadn't been able to be interrogated for weeks. Though Bucky had defended her actions, it was to no avail. Fury still put her on a warning, saying she could assassinate and kill as many henchmen as she wanted, but when he said to bring a target in alive, he meant alive enough to be useful, not near death. Thankfully it was only a warning and she could continue doing missions.

Which she had been. In the last 6 weeks alone, Cara, Bucky and Sam had been on 8 missions. They included rounding up stragglers from Batroc's organization, as well as recovering and returning the vibranium technology for Wakanda. Each one a success, and with each one the three of them worked more and more like a well oiled machine. Cara was even getting better at showing restraint in her anger. After Batroc, she didn't want to be side lined just because of an outburst. Their mandated therapy had even been reduced to twice a week now, one on Tuesday, the other on Friday. Unless there was a mission of course.

Their first session after the mission and after returning from Wakanda, Dr. Raynor had somehow known that they were sleeping together. Which of course, she highly advised against but could not mandate. Even if she had, it's not like either of them was going to stop. Their sex had become an addiction of sorts for both of them. Neither one of them could get enough of it and each time they tried to push each other's limits. Of course, Clint had found out about their little arrangement and he was not pleased. In fact , shortly after they returned, Clint and Bucky had gotten into a fistfight, leaving both of them with black eyes and other bruises as well as ending with Clint's threat of killing him if he hurt Cara in any way. Only to calm down a bit when Cara informed him that she was calling the shots. Even with his wide mohawk like haircut, and sleeve tattoo, she knew deep down he was a big softy when it came to the team or especially Cara, he wouldn't hurt any of them despite his threats.

Their sex life hadnt let up much since their return either. Though they still weren't averaging 6 times a day anymore, it was close enough with 4. They only ever had sex in Bucky's room as well. Cara wouldn't even entertain the fact of sleeping with Bucky in her room, it was off limits. Some part of her wanting to preserve the places that she and Steve had shared together. Cara and Bucky had also gotten better at remembering to lock the door before they started fucking. After Sam walked in on them in Wakanda, it took not only Nat walking in on them, but also Thor for them to realize that no one was going to knock and the door needed to be locked.

Cara was getting really tired of the team seeing her naked. Especially when Thor lingered before leaving, remarking that she had the body of a goddess and asking about a tattoo. Cara thought Bucky would have lost it on him had he not been buried deep inside her with a raging erection. But their sex life was still very active, the occasional outings thrown in as well, at Bucky's insistence. One time, he had even insisted on taking her to a baseball game of all things, both of them laughing wildly when they had been discovered in the crowd and put on the scoreboard, forcing them to escape an alarmingly large amount of people swarming them for pictures or autographs. It was an amazing night and the two of them laughed for the longest time afterwards.

Currently Cara was curled up at her desk in her chair, fiddling with the necklace Steve had given her, letting it clink against Steve's intended engagement ring as well. The boxes containing other jewelry and Steve's little notes sat closed on her dresser, saved for a special occasion. What the occasion was, she was unsure of. All of the pictures of she and Steve that she had finally printed, grand and hung on the wall in a laid out design before her. Some stuck up with tape in random places like the face of a shelf or the large wall mirror. She missed him everyday, but some days she missed him worse than others. Today seemed to be like one of those worse days, listening to some of his favorite songs from the 30's and 40's as well as letting a few tears fall here and there. Her phone going off brought her out of her thoughts as she picked it up, looking at the message from Tony.