BE THE CHANGE // BUCKY BARNES X OC

TWENTY-FOUR

Ok so this chapter definitely hits a few nerves. Nothing sinister but you'll understand.

It's definitely building up though! Hope you guys are prepared.

Enjoy!

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One more night in Wakanda before Bucky and I went back home. I sighed deeply as I sank into the bath, gently playing with the bubbles when Bucky came in, looking slightly broody. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly, closing my eyes and I felt him sit on the edge of the tub.

"Tomorrow Lexy." He grumbled quietly. Yes tomorrow, we would be going back tomorrow. Coming out of hiding tomorrow. Going back out into the world, visible to those hunting us. I sat up at the thought and pulled my knees up, hugging them slightly. "We'll be ok." I said flatly, trying to reassure myself too.

He looked at me, half believing me before he held his hand out in front of himself, turning it over and I smiled softly at it, before I reached out and grabbed it. "It matches my suit." I whispered. I wasn't sure if he'd noticed it but I did, it was kind of hard not too. "Why did you get a new arm?" I asked hesitantly, looking up at him. "Shuri had made it a while ago apparently." He shrugged slightly.

I let his hand go and leant back in the bath, sighing deeply as I stared at the ceiling. "Whats on your mind Lex?" He asked quietly and I smiled weakly. "I'm excited to go back and see the team...but I'm worried about the danger they'll be in, and us...and I'm stressed because I know going back may flush the mole out and what danger will we be in then?"

He hummed quietly and I knew he agreed. Wherever we went, people would be in danger especially if those hunting us learnt that I was the key to flipping Bucky. I pulled the plug out and stood up, bubbles barely covering me, and got out, wrapping myself in my towel before I went to the bedroom. I'd pulled underwear on, dropping my towel, when Bucky came in behind me and I flinched slightly when his fingers brushed against my back.

I looked at him over my shoulder, watching him closely as his fingers moved slowly down to my lower back, he just watched me intently so I turned around and stood there, not even 2 feet between us, in only my underwear, with his hand now on my hip. His nostrils flared slightly as he held my gaze, his jaw clenching and I reached down to the bottom of his shirt carefully, brushing my fingers down his torso.

Once I had the hem of his shirt in my hands I slowly lifted it up, deliberately dragging my hands up the panes of his stomach, and noticed the tension in his shoulders build as my hands run over his pecks before I stopped. He was incredibly tense yet his eyes still remained on mine, still not dropping to my bare breasts and I smiled crookedly as I slowly pulled his shirt up over his head.

"I'm wearing this tonight." I whispered to him, watching his eyes darken slightly before he gently took it and pulled it over my head. "Love stealing my clothes don't you." He teased lightly and I grinned cheekily as I slipped my arms into the sleeves. He pulled it down my body slowly and I gasped slightly. "Asshole." I said breathlessly, as his hands brushed down my sides, pulling the shirt down, over my hips to my thighs.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and I pouted at him, frowning when he slipped his hands under the shirt, resting them on my hips. I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to calm my breathing before he picked me up and popped me on the bed gently. He went to the bathroom and I just sat there, my body on fire and feeling so horribly horny before I groaned in frustration, throwing my arms up, then climbed into bed.