Bucky Barnes One Shots

Smooth Criminal

It had been a quiet night for Officer James Buchanan Barnes and his partner. So far, they had to deal with a fight between two drunk men, an exhibitionist and a few reckless drivers.

Bucky had started his shift at 10 p.m. the previous night and it was now just after 4 a.m. He kept repeating 'only two more hours' like a mantra and tried to imagine you all wrapped up and sound asleep in your bed. He really wanted to be with you.

Peter Parker shifted slightly in his seat, his butt numb from sitting in the patrol car. He was a young man, fresh out of the academy, and dreamed of high-speed car chases. The reality, though, didn't live up to his expectations.

"Numb butt?" Bucky glanced at his partner, a smug smile on his lips. "Bet they don't teach you that at the academy, uh, Parker?"

"No," Peter groaned, trying to find a more comfortable position. "They don't tell you that all you do is wait in the car and drive around town."

"That's not all we do. Tonight's just really quiet."

There was something very therapeutic about driving around the deserted city. It was like being transported onto the set of a disaster movie where the hero roams the street alone. Bucky drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn green.

"Y'don't have to wear your hat in the car, y'know," Bucky said after he threw another glance at his partner.

Peter removed the hat and ran a hand through his hair. He chuckled to himself somewhat embarrassed, his cheeks turned a little pink. They both froze when the car radio crackled to life. Bucky didn't notice that the light had turned green, he was too focused on the dispatcher's calm voice.

"Units in the 107, 10-50, 166 Montague Street."

Bucky scoffed to himself as Peter reached for his radio. A noise complaint? This was a very strange night. He turned left toward Montague Street while Peter took the radio out of its holder and spoke.

"1-0-7 Charlie, we're on our way."

Since a noise complaint wasn't an urgent case, they decided not to use the siren. A minute later, the dispatcher called them again.

"1-0-7 Charlie, we have a possible burglary in progress at 166 Montague Street. Caller mentioned three women, descriptions unknown. One may be Russian."

"Is that the same person who called about a noise complaint?" Peter asked, sharing a look with Bucky.

"Affirmative."

"1-0-7 Charlie, en route," Peter said, then turned to Bucky. "Montague Street, isn't it like two blocks away from your apartment?"

Bucky nodded, his eyes focused on the road. He was always anxious when he had to work in his neighbourhood. He had seen a lot of disturbing things in his career, he knew only too well how cruel people could be. Now the thought of you, innocently asleep in bed, wasn't as comforting as it used to be. He knew the fear was irrational, but he couldn't help it.

He pulled up in front of the six-story building and called in their location. As he climbed out of the patrol car, he checked his phone to make sure he hadn't missed a call or a message from you. Nothing.

As they stepped into the lobby, they could hear women laughing and singing. It was fairly obvious that these women were intoxicated. The voices led them to the third floor. They saw two women sitting on the floor, singing at the top of their voices.

Bucky's eyes widened as he recognized one of the two women. He said your name out loud.

At the mention of your name, you looked up, eyes searching for the man who had called your name. When you saw Bucky, a big smile spread across your face and you excitedly shook Helen Cho's shoulder.