I stood in front of a mirror, staring at the cotton dress I was wearing. It was a light pink fabric, with small black hearts detailing it. The dress itself had a collar line, with no sleeves and hugged my natural waist. There it fanned out slightly, giving me the appearance of wider hips. The dress stopped just before my knees, long enough to be considered appropriate for a woman my age.
I stared at my reflection, for far too long. I was reminded of life before HYDRA, before Bucky, when I had just been the daughter of a governor. Going to class, attending banquets, dancing the nights away with possible suitors. I looked so normal, so mundane for the power I possessed now. I could and had killed, with ease now.
"Trace, you okay?" Bucky's concerned voice asked from the other side of the change room curtain. I snapped out of my memories, and tore my gaze away.
"Yeah, sorry." I muttered, opening the curtain, and meeting Bucky. He was wearing a new suit, one that fit much better. It was a dark blue, with a white button up. A black belt accented, complimenting the black dress shoes. I noticed that the dark blue seemed to brighten Bucky's eyes.
"You look beautiful." He commented, without skipping a beat as he looked me over from top to bottom. I peeled my eyes away from him and looked down at the dress again, then glanced shyly back at him.
"Thank you." I said softly, feeling a blush creep to my cheeks. I thought it was strange, that I was blushing. Bucky had seen me naked after all, his compliment shouldn't've made me nervous.
"You going to get it?" He asked. I nodded, smiling softly.
"It reminds me of my life before." I answered. "You look good in dark blue, by the way." I added, realizing I hadn't complimented him. Bucky looked very handsome, granted his hair was a bit greasy, still slicked back in my half assed attempt of a pony tail after our train coitus.
"Thank you, my mom always said so too." Bucky admitted, smirking. "I'm going to wear this out, I already took the tags off." He added, slowing me the white tags in his right hand. His left, the metal one, was tucked in his pocket.
"I'll do the same. That blue dress doesn't fit the best anyways." I agreed, gripping the tag on the dress I was currently wearing. I then ripped it off with ease.
The two of us walked up to the till to pay for our new outfits. As we approached, I paused, seeing black leather gloves. I directed my attention to them, walking over and grabbed a pair as Bucky continued to the till. Once I had them, I walked back to a curious looking James.
"Gloves." I said, lifting them up to show him. A look of realization spread across his face when I gave a quick glance to his left arm. We paid for our new clothes in the cash we'd stolen from the train, then left, purposely forgetting our old clothes in the store. "Now where?" I asked, lacing my fingers with Bucky's as we stood on a fairly busy street. People walked around us as we stared around.
"We find a hotel for the night." Bucky answered, guiding us away from the store. "I don't know about you, but I could use a good nights sleep." He added.
"I could use a shower." I said shyly, still feeling remanences of Bucky's cum between my legs. I did my best wiping it up, but I wasn't completely clean. Bucky smirked though, understanding why immediately. He looked quietly amused.
We walked around, until we found a hotel. Walking in, we approached the main desk, waiting patiently in line. I looked around, taking in the golden lobby. It reminded me of a banquet hall I had gone to a few years before my imprisonment, with my father. I had been forced to endure a night of awkward small talk with men twice my age, who all smelled of cigarettes. It hadn't, unfortunately, been the only time that'd happened to me.
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Destructive- Bucky Barnes, 18+ story-
Fanfiction"Well, Miss. Adams, if you can look passed my missing arm." He started, gesturing towards what remained of his left arm, with his right. "And we can get out of here, I'd happily marry you." I pressed my lips together in a small smile. "We just met."...