Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

22. 1991

W I D O W   S E V E N T E E N

Hours felt like it went by with me and Bucky talking about anything that came to our minds, our faces are crinkled with laughter and love as we rambled about things that made us happy once when we were childhood. I learnt so much about Bucky and me about him during those two hours to Moscow.

My head was still lying peacefully on Bucky's shoulder, his metal hand engulf into my own with his other one covering the top of them as he rubs back and forth on the top of my hand. My eyes about to drift to a peaceful slumber of how content I feel at this very moment but the air craft soon erupts to a gentle stop.

"We're here." Steve calls out from the front hearing panels.

I sigh into myself softly, squeezing Bucky's hand as I close my eyes as I felt the jet slowly secured it self safely on the snow covered ground. I guess I should've dressed for the occasion, I thought to my self as Bucky slowly pulled away from me. He unclipped his belt that I made him wear before standing up, he turns to look down at me with a small gentle smile curving on his face. I shakily take my belt off, however Bucky was there to help me from my panicking state of still feeling uneasy in jets.

He takes my soft caramel hands into his, pulling me up on to my feet as he wraps an arm around my waist. He leans down pecking me on the lips once, pulling away only slightly as his lips brush against mine as he speaks. "Stay with me."

"Always." I replied gently, my eyes staring lovingly into his blue eyes. My hand reaches up to brush a strand of his jet black hair away from his face before gripping the back of his head and pulling him closer to close the small distance between his lips and mine.

We fit perfectly in between each other as if our heights were made for each other, our tongues mould together in sync as I deeper the kiss more to taste every corner of his mouth and claim it as mine. His arms tightens it grip around my waist, hand hovering above my ass as he pulls me closer towards his body.

I sigh blissfully at this warming feeling, just the image in my mind of wanting this to last longer if even possibly. I pull back to gasp for air, Bucky taking this to pull away and place soft gentle kisses around my face making me to scrunch my nose trying to content my soft laughter. We pull apart a few moments later with smiles on our faces as we stare at each other with so much emotion passing through us.

A throat clears their throat awkwardly, we both turn to our sides to see Steve shifting on his feet as he scratches his head and looking everywhere except us. I shake my head, containing a laugh at the blonde haired male. "Grab what weaponry you need." Steve all but said before moving away from the scene.

Soon after, me and Bucky reluctantly pulled away from each other's warmth. I turning away from him as my face flush red at our moment a minute ago, I can still feel his hands around my body as if he is touching me. My electricity ignites within me with a startling jolt of energy, my lip rolling in between my teeth at the feeling.

I inhale inwards, keeping that hold for a couple moments as I controlled my unsteady beating heart as I clamp my hand over my chest. It feels like my body is going to explode but not from panic but from the butterflies fluttering no pounding on the inner layer of my skin. Just wanting to be set free and fly away with and hopefully if Bucky is feeling the same thing, with his butterflies as well.

I shake away the feeling for now, my mission facade settling on my face as I contain my mask but I know when I glance at Bucky it will all be wiped away but I don't care. I reach towards a button on a wall, a compartment pulling out with loads of guns and knives of any choice. I hold back my excitement when I see the beautiful creations, almost tempted to kidnap them all.