Masters Of The Air | Imagines & Short Stories

2 | Bucky

| Imagine |

You were an American spy, you led missions where you took all of the risks. Being a woman and faking your innocence worked well for you in the war zones.

Captain Y/N Y/L/N.

You had come back from another successful mission, lots of krauts killed in a bombing that you had led.

You were now drinking your horrifying memories away. You got two days leave and London was your choice of place.

You sat in the bar with a drink in your hand, you had told the bartender to keep them coming every time he saw your glass about to be empty.

You were three hours in at the bar when a raven haired man sat down dressed in a green uniform.

You glanced at him and focused back on your own drink as he ordered.

"Hey" his voice was rough and low. Filled with mystery and depth. You realized it was you he talked to and you looked back up at him.

He turned fully towards you, leaning his right elbow on the bar counter. "Hi" you responded with a small nod his way.

"You here alone?" He asked with a low smirk. "Yeah, you?" You ask and turn a little to him.

"Always. Your husband in the forces?" He asked. "What's your name, stranger?" You ask with a chuckle.

"John Egan. Or Bucky" he said with a charming smile. "Ah, pilot?" You ask knowingly.

"Yeah, what's your name?"

"Y/N" was all you gave him.

"Where are you serving?" He asked surprising you, you hummed in amusement that he caught on.

"Can't tell you"  You respond and take another sip of your drink. "Why not?" Bucky asked intrigued.

"I'd have to kill you if I told you" you lean in closer to half whisper. His eyes darts to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"Mysterious. Hmm" Bucky commented.

"Where are you from?" You ask amused. "My dad's nuts, probably the left cuz I ain't right" Bucky retorted, both of you laughing and you shook your head at him.

"Charming" you fired back. A comfortable silence.

"Who did they take from you?" Bucky asked after a while, seriousness laced in his voice.

"Everyone" you half whispered with a scoff. "Want to get out of here?" You add and turn your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow till he nods his head.

He follows you out of the bar and to your hotel room, you don't waste a second once the door closes.

Your lips crash together and Bucky pushes you against the door. "Major" you gasp playfully against his lips, he laughs before lifting you up, locking your legs around his waist.

You tug at each other's clothes, not stopping till it's off.

Neither of you waste any time once the underwear is off, as you're on top of him, riding him— he eyes your scars and runs his fingers over them.

Moans of pleasure fills the room as he fucks you mercilessly.

Hours later you're both left exhausted and sleepy in the bed.

Soft knocks on your door makes your eyes open as if you had been awake all the time. You rushed out of the bed and grabbed a shirt and slid it over your body.

It was too big so you knew the unbuttoned shirt belonged to John, he was soundly asleep.

You opened the door and saw your colleague as a fellow spy. "A new assignment" he handed you a piece of paper and turned on his heel and left.

You closed your door and locked it. Then you opened the piece of paper.

An address. You memorized it and lit a match, you watched the paper burn as you stood still.

It dropped into the ashtray and you turned to look over your shoulder, John looked similar to your late husband.

The love of your life.

You smiled a little when John stirred in his sleep, he turned onto his side, his face towards you.

You sat down on the side of the bed, still only dressed in the unbuttoned shirt.

"What are you doing?" John's sleepy voice surprised you, you looked down at him and bit your lip.

"Duty calls" you half whispered and grabbed your underwear, you slid your panties up and stood back up.

"Don't go" John begged. He sat on the edge of the bed as you tried to find your clothes, when you had everything in your arms you moved to stand between his legs.

He looked up at you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Don't go"

"I have to. It's my job" You say and run a hand through his hair, you lean down slowly and press your lips to his.

"You coming back?" John asked when you pulled away. "Probably not" you answered truthfully.

John pulled you back in his hold, he pulled you on top of him. "Gotta make it count then" he muttered before kissing you again.

After another round you slipped out. You went on your next mission and blew up kraut territory.

What you did made a difference, what John did made a difference.

So when the war was over, John did everything he could to find you— if you were even alive.

Six months later he succeeded.

You sat in a bar, drinking peacefully. "Captain Y/N Y/L/N" A familiar voice called you.

You couldn't help but smile in recognition. "Major John Egan" you called out in return as you turned around.

He was dressed fully in uniform. A blonde tall guy and a blonde woman both smiling, behind him.

"I've been looking for you" John said and walked up to you. "I know" You admit and bite your lip.

"I was waiting for you" you add and hand the drink you had ordered for him out for him to take.

"My kind of woman" John chuckles. You smile and look at him awaiting, he doesn't waste another second when he sees the look in your eyes.

His hand cups your cheek and directs your face upwards for you to meet his lips.

You kiss him back with a huge amount of relief. He was alive. You hadn't dared to hope he was.

Your luck had ran out in the war. Losing your loved ones, your husband and your family.

But here he was, Major John Egan.

The end