Saving Bucky (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 58 - Secrets

James stands facing the back wall of the prop room. A tight grey t-shirt accentuates the muscle in his shoulders as he occasionally reaches up with his right hand, using a pencil to mark little places on the massive paper map he's tacked against the peeling wallpaper. You find yourself getting distracted, thinking less about the Company locations he's asking you for, and more about how your legs had been pulled up over those broad shoulders earlier that morning.

"Four isn't bad for a week," James grunts, casting a glance back over your shoulder.

Your gaze flits quickly from where his waist narrows back up his spine to meet his eyes. "Yeah, four," you repeat mindlessly. "Wait, what?"

James smirks, rolling his eyes as he turns back to the giant map he had brought back from a gas station a few blocks away. 

"These four locations," he says pointing to one of the little black dots on the left hand side. "We know exist based on your experience in the Company. Beginning with Cody, Wyoming. The fuel depot. Population 9,728. Let's go over them again, starting there."

"James-"

"One more time," he demands. 

With a sigh, you decide to go along with his request, even though you've already gone through this a hundred times in the past week since James had taped the map up on the wall the day after your arrival at the theatre.

"Facility 16," you muse, pulling your attention away from the little cactus magnet James slides with a *click* from metal finger to metal finger - the same ones you've found you enjoy sucking. "It's a fuel depot. Kerosene, diesel, avgas, oils...you name it we have it."

James frowns, tilting his head as he scrutinizes the little dot. "Must be a big place to be fueling up jets."

"We don't fuel up there," you correct. "It's transport only. And the depot's underground. Only two access points, if I remember correctly. It's been over ten years since Gabe last took me around to these facilities."

"And why Cody?" James questions. 

You shrug. "Easy to hide something when no one's around to find it. And the land's flat in that area. Big plains surrounded by mountains. Easy to dig without have to blow up the rock side. Less attention during construction."

"Mhmm," James hums, completely focused on the map as he angles his body slightly, holding out his hand behind him. 

You eye his hand for a moment, confused as he keeps it stretched out toward you. But his intent becomes clear as he beckons you with his fingers. Hiding your grin, you slide from atop the two tables that have been pushed together and walk to his side, taking the hand he holds out. He gives you a gentle tug, pulling you into his side and leaning down to kiss the top of your head before burying his nose in your damp hair, breathing deeply. 

"Smell good, doll," he says gruffly. 

"Showers work miracles," you say pointedly. "You should try it sometime."

James chuckles deep within his chest. You both know you're teasing. And you both know you're not. He hasn't showered in three days, instead spending every moment he's not inside you standing in front of this map. 

"What about this one?" he questions, gesturing to a southern dot. "Antelope Wells, New Mexico."

"Facility 33," you say, leaning your head against James' shoulder. "Training."

"But not a Spectre site."

"Not a Spectre site," you confirm. "Standard agent tactical training. Weapons, situational awareness, hostage negotiation, dry terrain."