Agents (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 22: Best Laid Plans

Bucky broke open your restraints and pulled on the chains holding him. Everything still hurt, but you were healing quickly, and things started to feel much better.

"They'll come back first thing in the morning," Bucky said, "we have to be ready."

"They won't expect an ambush," you replied, "we have them out as soon as the door opens."

Bucky nodded, "there are still hundreds of well trained guards in the base."

You smiled, "we make it to the hangar, there are all sorts of jets and vehicles there to make a quick escape, and less guards than the main entrances."

"They'll shut it down as soon as we get out," Bucky responded.

"Manual override," you suggested.

"That requires one of us to be in the control room."

"What about the utility entrance?"

"That will still require a manual override from the control room."

You sighed, "then one of us has to be in the control room for this to work."

Bucky looked at you seriously, realizing your words, "after everything, I am not leaving you behind."

You placed both hands on his chest, "one of us has to make it out."

Bucky shook his head, gripping your elbows, "we both have to make it out, we are leaving together or we'll die trying."

You nodded, you wanted to fight him, you wanted to force him to leave this horrible place, but you knew he wouldn't. "Okay, Buck, okay," you whispered, pulling him close to you and resting your head under his chin.

Bucky rubbed your back, holding onto you tightly, "I can't live without you."

"I love you," you whispered into his chest, "I have always loved you."

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You tried to sleep on the floor of the cell, wrapped in Bucky's arms, but sleep never found you. In a short few hours you would be attempting to pull off what no one else had ever even tried - an escape from Hydra.

"Buck, are you awake?" you whispered into the dark.

He groaned a little as he pulled you closer, "can't sleep."

"Me neither," you said, wiggling in his arms to face him, "my brain just won't shut off."

Bucky nodded, "I keep thinking about tomorrow, and everything that's happened since the train."

The train, your mind instantly shifted to the night that your whole world changed. "It's my fault," you whispered, "it's my fault you fell off the train, it's my fault you were brought here."

Bucky sat up a little, forcing you to look in his eyes, "this isn't your fault," he responded, "I was trying to save you and you were trying to save me and Steve."

"I should have just fell," you said, not wanting to admit the words that you felt, "if I had just fell there would have been no reason for you to climb out after me."

Bucky grabbed your face in his hands, "don't, don't ever think that. You held on because you wanted to live, to live with me. If you had fallen, you would be here alone, I would have died at an old age alone, and we would never have been able to say our vows."

You nodded slowly, letting his words sink in. "I am glad we got to say our vows, Bucky, even if we never got our white picket fence life."

Bucky wiped a tear off your cheek with his thumb and smiled, "eh, we were never meant for domestic life anyway," he teased.

You chuckled softly, "you're probably right. But what do we do when this is all over."

He looked past you in contemplation, "we find a quiet place to live the rest of our life in peace."

"I like the sound of that," you replied, tucking into his embrace again, "just you and me, maybe a dog."

Bucky laughed, "a dog?"

"I've always wanted a dog," you laughed, enjoying the carefree conversation, "a big one that loves to cuddle even though they are much too big for it."

Bucky smiled softly, planting a kiss on your neck, "then we'll get a dog." He paused, "what about Steve?"

Your smile fell, "I love my brother," you said, "but he has lived a happy life, he's got to be a hundred years old now."

Bucky nodded, "he probably lived his captain america prime and then settled down, found a place to grow old too."

You smiled, thinking that was true brought peace to your mind, "I hope he found peace and happiness."

Bucky squeezed you tightly, "I know he did, doll," he said reassuringly, "I know he did."

You smiled at the memory of your brother, not the scared desperate scream from the train, but the smiling image of him at Camp Lehigh, the smile of the man who got everything he ever wanted. You let your thoughts drift from the bad to the good and eventually sleep pulled you under.