𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏 || 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

Kitchen Mischief || B.Barnes

You wake up, tossing and turning due to the uncomfortable mattress in your new room at the avengers compound. After tossing and turning on a soft bundle of cotton for what feels like hours, you get up from the covers.

You glance into the mirror on your way out of the door, the dim lit room hiding your dark circles and tired expression.

The white shirt you fell asleep in last night only just covers your bum, and the white tones standing out in the dark surroundings.

The room has a low orange hue to it from the various street lights outside, it's warm and subtle, almost comfortable to an agent used to the night work.

Your throat suffers an unquenchable thirst as you quietly make your way down the hallway and towards the elevator.

Once out of the elevator you quietly make your way over to the kitchen and rummage through the cupboards until you find a small glass.

You can hear light footsteps and irregular breathing patterns from the next room over. You assume by the heaviness of the breathing and the careful positioning of the footsteps it's probably Bucky. Your least favourite, annoyingly good looking, super soldier co-worker.

You can feel his lingering presence in the doorway, as clear as if he had introduced himself on the way in, nevertheless you carry on with what you're doing, not alerting him to your knowledge.

You turn the tap on lightly and hold the glass underneath it, watching as the water swarms into the glass, becoming enclosed within it. After a moment you turn the tap off and in the same second you grab the biggest chefs knife from the set on the counter and hold it up to your side.

You place the glass down onto the marble surface and turn around, keeping your feet shoulder width apart as you look, curiously in Bucky's wondering eyes. You hold the knife firm against his throat as you move closer, tightening the already small gap between your bodies.

"You shouldn't be sneaking up on women in the dark, Mr Barnes" you speak slowly, ensuring you have his attention as you then proceed to carefully graze the edge of the knife over the dark brown stubble that sculpts his jawline, "you never know what they might be holding close by" you smirk mischievously, looking up at him.

He looks down on you, narrowing his eyes and lightly tracing his tongue over his lower lip.

You feel two light pats on your inner thigh, as you look down Bucky has a small retractable pocket knife pressed against the top of your leg, "for an ex assassin you should be more weary of your surroundings" he grins, sliding the blade further up your bare leg, excruciatingly slow.

"Be mindful with the 'ex'" you smirk. Bucky releases a low toned hum, his eyes piercing into the back of your skull.

A shudder filled with a strange sensation overcomes you as your eyes linger down from his soft, steel blue eyes to his plump, pink toned lips, a light glow reflecting off of them from where his tongue has previously been.

You grab his wrist before it has the chance to travel any closer to your core, you move his hand to the side of your leg and step forward, "careful Mr Barnes, you wouldn't want to be killing of the new team member so quickly" you almost whisper in his ear before letting go of his wrist, feeling his hand linger along your thigh for a moment before you step backwards, placing the knife on the counter, as your bodies separate.

"Team member?" he questions, lightly clearing his throat as he does so.

"Yes" you reply, taking the glass of water from the side and slowly heading out of the kitchen. A light, regular pattern of footsteps following behind you.

"Thought you were hydra" he comments accusingly, as he takes a few strides to get in front of you.

From the dim light you can see his glassy eyes moving quickly, scanning your features, assessing for anything he can use against you, a twitch, a hint of hesitation, a lie, anything.

You stop in your tracks, in turn causing him to do the same, you lean in closely until your breath causes the hairs behind his neck to stir, "and I you, Mr Barnes" you whisper, allowing your lip to gently caress his earlobe before pulling away and heading back down the corridor and eventually heading into the elevator.

You reach over to the key pad and press '6', a few moments later the automated voice of Jarvis quietly welcomes you, before the doors slowly begin to slide shut.

As the doors are inching together a black and gold hand almost crashes in between them, when they open, Bucky comes walking in, with a smug smile laced on his face. He walks in and stands behind you, painfully close.

"For the record, I think Stark is making a huge mistake trusting you" his voice is husky and his breath smells fresh as it sweeps over your shoulder. The elevator door shuts, this time making it together before the shaft slowly begins it's ascend.

You stand in silence as the lights on the control panel make their way up, 1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

Before '6' can be lit up Bucky steps forwards, tugging on the emergency stop, "what are you planning" he steps forward, his eyes narrowing as you in turn begin to walk backwards.

"What does hydra want from the avengers" he asks again as your back hits the wall. He looks down on you, your read less, wordless expression staring back at him.

In truth, his constant doubt in your loyalty to the avengers hurts you. Your face remains uninterested however, not showing your emotions.

"You know you're a little underdressed to be wandering around" he glances down at your half naked body standing in front of him, "trying to show us how vulnerable you are? interesting tactic, but I don't buy it" he leans in closer, your breath hitching as he does so.

You raise one of your eyebrows mischievously, "part of you doesn't seem to mind" you look down at the bulge slowly emerging in his sweats.

He releases a hum as he begins to step away, his tone low and hoarse, and it almost has traces of a growl embedded inside, "don't flatter yourself" he mutters as he pushes back in the emergency stop handle, causing the elevator to move up the remaining half a floor.

You smirk, a victorious look entertaining your face as you continue the rest of the elevator ride in silence.

Once it stops at your floor, you step out, not failing to spare a devilish glance towards a scowling Bucky before the doors slide shut.

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This chapter is taken from part 6 of my second published story, 'running away from time'.

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