Friends with Fire // Bucky x Oc (Discontinued For Now)

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"Reese Brantley?"

I look up at the sound of my name, locating who had spoken. "That's me," I say, standing, my eyes locked on the older man.

He gives me a surprised look and scans me swiftly, probably expecting a male person. "Follow me please," he says finally, getting control over his face again. I pace after him through the swinging door on the far wall, walking down a warmly lit hallway. The plush carpet silences my footsteps making the only sound the man's slightly labored breathing.

I enter the room he stops at without another look at him and find myself face to face with Olivia Hartz, the leader of the underground mercenary group I've been in since I was twelve. "If it isn't my favorite assassin!" she exclaims, cheery as always.

"Why did you call on me?" I ask, wanting this interaction to be as short as possible.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" Olivia asks, her child-like face looking hurt.

"I didn't come here to have a friendly chat," I mutter, my eyes narrowing.

"Always so serious," she mutters under her breath. She stands and walks around to the front of her desk, showing off her satin black dress with a deep v-line on her chest and a leg slit that goes to the top of her thigh.

"Who do you have a meeting with later?" I ask, a smirk appearing on my face.

Olivia's cheeks color and she looks away. "That's not important. I have a target for you," she says, finally getting to why I'm here. I wait patiently as she walks back around her desk and presses a button on it. A holographic screen appears with someone's face and information.

"Do you want him dead?" I ask, scanning over his face and information.

"Yes. You're leaving as soon as we're done here," Olivia responds.

"Do you want a body to be found or no evidence?"

"No evidence," Olivia responds, her eyes darkening.

"May I be dismissed?" I ask, glancing away from the screen. Olivia nods and I turn and exit the room, walking back down the hallway. I walk back into the waiting room, noting there are two other people sitting there, and make my way out of the Victorian-style mansion.

My wristlet vibrates and I glance down at it, pressing the black circle with my thumb. A screen appears, showing the information of my target. I press the black circle again and the screen disappears.

"Ma'am, it's raining outside," the butler at the door says, stepping toward me.

"Thanks for the warning," I reply evenly, pulling my hood up. Without slowing I open the front door, stepping out into the downpour.

"Which car is yours?" the valet asks, peeking at me from under his umbrella.

"The dark blue Lamborghini Aventador," I respond, tucking my hands into my pockets.

He gives me a kind smile, his eyes crinkling slightly before he pulls out a small iPad and presses a few things. The giant metal doors in the driveway slide open and my car rises up on a platform. The doors close and I pull my keys out, walking to my car. "Good luck!" the valet calls after me.

I throw my hand up to show I hear him before unlocking my door and getting in, letting out a breath and pulling my hood down. I turn the windshield wipers on and start the car, the gentle purr of the engine soothing.

A former S.H.I.E.L.D agent. That's my target... What is Olivia planning?

I speed through rural Italy, following the road I had taken to get to the mansion. It's completely dark by the time I get back to Rome and I make my way to where I had been staying with someone.

"Reese! You're back!" Belle says happily letting me inside. She may seem bubbly and warm but she has one of the most brutal killing styles. I don't like to think about it. "Did you get your target?" she asks, following close behind me as I walk to my room.

"Yes. And I'm leaving as soon as I'm packed," I respond, not looking at her as I start tossing clothing into my bags.

"You won't stay even a little longer?" she asks, her voice a bit pleading.

"I have to go all the way to America. I'd prefer leaving sooner rather than later," I respond. "Don't you have a target of your own?" I point out, brushing past her and taking my stuff from the bathroom.

"I only have to go to Germany. I'm leaving in a few days," Belle replies. I can feel her eyes on me as I finish packing everything. She's like an obnoxious puppy. "Are you sure you can't stay at least a little longer?" she pleads as I walk toward the door.

Getting annoyed I turn quickly. "We're not friends Belle. Our line of work doesn't allow that. The only reason we sort of get along is that we don't necessarily want to kill each other," I snap.

Her gaze hardens slightly and she tenses. "I forgot you couldn't feel positive emotions," she whispers.

It takes everything in me not to flinch at her words. She doesn't know anything about me, I think to myself bitterly. "At least I'm not clouded by them," I hiss before walking out into the rain. I put my bags into the back seat of my car before getting in and heading to the airport.

I double-check where I should be going and pull onto the runway driving to the small jet situated by one of the terminals. One of the marshals stops me and waits as I roll my window down. "What's your name?" he asks, giving me a suspicious look.

"Reese," I respond, watching him closely.

He scans over me before nodding. "The crew is almost ready," he says, motioning me forward. I roll my window back up, blocking the rain, and drive up to the stairs leading up to the plane.

"Would you like help with your bags?" a different marshal asks as I open the back of my car.

"I've got them," I respond. I carefully make my way up the dripping stairs into the dry, warm interior of the jet and set my things down. Within twenty minutes we're in the air. Knowing I have a long flight ahead of me I get comfortable and doze off for most of it.

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I don't know how to feel about this story yet, and I'm probably gonna go back and make some changes eventually... tell me what you think.

I'll post more soon if you want...