With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Bucky's POV:

I stared at the entrance to the facility in the pitch black of night. It looked abandoned enough, we would be fine.  

I had to keep repeating that phrase over and over in my head, we will be fine, we will be fine, we will be fine. Because it certainly didn't feel that way. 

My mind was cast back to all the times these missions had gone wrong, the first time HYDRA took me, when I lost Y/n/n, when Y/n/n lost me, every injury, setback, flashback, they were all from this kind of mission. 

"We're going to be fine Buck." Steve said, resting his hand on my shoulder. 

*I love you, Y/n/n.*  

She didn't reply, probably exhausted from the day. 

I steeled my reserve, "Let's go." I said before my nerves could get the better of me, holding the Pebble in my fist. 

We walked slowly and carefully, every step mattered. I had a wi- fiancée and baby to get back for. This mission mattered more to me than most. 

The area surrounding the base was bare of shrubbery. No trees, bushes, no nothing. So our only option was to approach at night. 

The moon lit the scene with an eery glow, casting unusual shadows. The closer we got to the entrance of the base, the closer we felt to death. The bleak concrete walls of the building loomed over us, monotonous and never-ending, only interrupted occasionally by reinforced steel doors. This was one of the most secure-looking bases we'd seen in a while. 

Steve and I approached a section of wall with just two doors, making brief eye contact we both knew what our plan was. 

Walking to our separate doors and attaching the 'lock-picking devices' that Stark gave us, they started to trial possible combinations while Steve and I shared anxious glances.  

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. 

We will be fine. 

Steve's door popped open before mine. I nodded and he went in. 

"Holy shit." I heard him whisper over comms. He swore. "Buck, there's bodies fucking everywhere. Do not breathe through your nose." 

Seventeen seconds. Eighteen. Nineteen. 

My leg started shaking as I stood there just waiting for that door to open, begging not to join the rest of those bodies. 

"Buck, when you get in here you gotta be really careful," He continued, his voice crackling a little "Try and head left so I can meet you again, Just still go in through that door, We need to cover every entrance and exit." 

Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five. 

I wonder what Y/n/n's dreaming of...No. I need to focus. This is how mistakes happen, this is how people get hurt or die. I can't afford to fuck up, there are people waiting for me. I want to see them again. 

Seventy. Seventy-one.  

"Buck is your door open yet?" 

"No, It's taking longer to crack," I say, and (of course) the door opens not a second later. "I'm In." 

Steve wasn't wrong. The concrete walls look exactly the same as those in every other HYDRA base we've visited. Only this time- blood is splattered on every. Single. Surface. The walls might as well be painted brown.  

"Buck, turn left when you can." 

I bent down to the ground to inspect the uniform of one of the bodies, the HYDRA crest of her jacket half visible. 

"Steve, the bodies are HYDRA. Somebody's already been here."  

"Copy that."  

The smell of decomposing bodies filled my nose just as Steve had warned, climbing over the sea of bodies, taking care not to step on them (if possible) I made it to the next door which swung open with ease.  

The corridor branched off in three directions, I went left just as Steve had instructed. Bodies were still scattered here, the only difference to the last room being that they grew more sparse the further from the door that I went. 

As I looked to the walls, bloody handprints trailed down the wall, Bullets were lodged in the plaster and there were even burn marks. What the fuck had happened. 

"Buck, I've reached some stairs, I'm going down." My comms crackled as a staircase entered my own range of vision.  

It felt like I was going down for hours, even though in reality, it was likely more like five minutes. Once I finally reached another floor I began to walk in the only possible direction, forward. The cold lights flickered, these walls were tiled with large white ceramic tiles, the floor too.  

To me, it was overly familiar. Easy to wipe clean... 

As I get further and further from my way out, the sound of a quiet whimpering grows louder. 

"Steve...Steve?" 

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