El Mañana - A Bucky Barnes FanFiction-

Opportunity

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
It's how I know now that you understand

There's no plan, there's no race to be run
The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

I'll be your man if you got love to get done

- "No Plan" Hozier

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"Where are we?"

Deadpool demanded as he jumped out of the four-wheel drive. Joanna slammed her door shut after having turned off the vehicle. She looked to Deadpool on her left and sighed with exhausted dismay.

Behind them stood a two-story beige building motel. The wall they were parked in front of had a row of windows and doors at equal distances. Above it was a navy blue, wooden railing that staged the path to the rooms on the second floor. Joanna managed to get the biggest room within the space that could keep four people without driving each other insane for the night, of course, they would have to pair up into rooms.

Her weary stare full of longing moved to her vision of Bucky through the car window. He was eyeing the place wearily, surveying for possible dangers.

"A motel." She announced to Deadpool, busying herself with actions than her own fantasies. She began to help Wade unload Frankie out of the car. She was amazed the woman managed to stay knocked out for so long, she had to check to make sure Deadpool hadn't accidentally killed her. Thankfully he hadn't and Joanna dubbed it was just rest, that the woman needed.

"Okay, but why are we here?" Wade continued to question as he easily threw the woman over his shoulder with practiced ease.

Joanna roughly pulled out the last duffle bag from within the car before slamming the door shut and turning back to Deadpool. Her attention however was immediately demanded by the Winter Soldier. He was rounding the front of the car to reach them and walked with his usual casual swagger towards her. She felt her heart begin to race again and immediately felt annoyance at her own body betraying her desires.

He approached close enough to stand beside her, strangely docile and almost shy. She resisted the urge to sigh loudly at the scent of him and remembered all too well how she was beneath his amazing, naked body. Dispelling the thought immediately, she pinched between her eyebrows and aimed an annoyed glance up at the costumed man in red.

"Listen, Wade, I know it's really fun for you to be traveling in the back like a party girl and me as your limo driver," Joanna grumbled through a gritting smile.

"But we are tired and we still have a long way to go." She insisted gesturing to all of them and the unconscious individual.

"So, shut the fuck up and help me get us to that room." She ordered directing an arm towards the white door in front of them.

"Damn Jo, you are cranky when you haven't got proper sleep," Wade said with an obvious pout to his voice.

"No shit." She snapped back and readjusted the strap of the bag over her shoulder. She was immediately concerned at the silent man beside her. She looked to him to find him eyeing something behind them, across the main road with his neck craned tightly.

"You alright there handsome?"

Her voice snapped him out of his concentration. He immediately whipped around to be caught under her dark gaze. He stared a little mesmerized by the sight for a moment, his palm seemed to dampen instantly.