Stucky One Shots

Winter Soldier-Bucky, Captain America-Steve

"Зима. Новая миссия." (Winter. New mission.)

The man says nothing, just sits silently, without any emotion etched on his face. Alexander Pierce leans down into his face and the brunette doesn't react.

"Listen carefully. You'll need to get close to a level eight agent, Captain Rogers." Pierce informs him, Bucky nods slightly.

"And by close," Pierce presses, "I mean you'll need to get into a trusting relationship with him. If you want to do your mission correctly I suggest you take it further. I'm giving you three months to complete this mission, or else we can make your life h***." Pierce says. A small frown flickers across the asset's face and he opens his mouth slightly to speak, eyes full of confusion. Pierce watches him closely.

"Где я могу его найти?"(Where can I find him?) He asks.

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Steve grins as he sees his friend Sam Wilson running slightly ahead of him. He picks up his speed and races by Sam on his left side.

"On your left!" Steve calls over his shoulder, hearing Sam curse behind him. He always did this just to annoy him. Steve chuckles to himself as he rounds the corner, the wind whipping his hair this way and that. It was a beautifully sunny day out, however windy.

Steve slows to a stop near an old oak tree and leans against it, picking up his water bottle and downing half of it. Sam comes up, huffing and puffing, sweat staining his shirt.

"Nice run." He huffs to Steve, elbowing his side as he takes his own water bottle.

"I guess." He shrugs, Sam rolls his eyes. He checks his watch and pats the blonde on the shoulder.

"Not that this isn't fun having my a** kicked every day, but I have somewhere to be." Sam muses and Steve tskes.

"Shouldn't use such strong language, Sammie." He croons and Sam rolls his eyes again.

"Sammie? Think of a better nickname, Cap." He snorts before sauntering off. Steve watches him go, his hands on his hips.

He picks up his own things and starts wandering home. The blonde arrives home and looks at the post it notes, maps, and strings on the wall. There were pictures; black and white, sepia, and very few in colour, all of the Winter Soldier. Pictures of deceased people in various areas of the world and how they were connected, all the places on the map connected with a red string, pinned in place with tacks and things. He folds his arms over his large chest and sighs, looking over the wall.

He and Sam had been trying to find Bucky for months, way before the incident of Sokovia. Steve still had nightmares about that vision dream thing Scarlet Witch gave him.

Steve sighs and decides to go out for a walk or something on his own to clear his head. He changes his running shirt for a clean one, pulls on a thin brown leather jacket, grabs his keys, phone and wallet before heading out the door and locking up behind him.

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The assassin looks up from his coffee, sunglasses over his eyes and a black baseball cap on his head. He sees his target crossing the street but doesn't bother getting up. He was just watching. This would be a difficult mission to complete, purely because he was warned that Steve had charm and if he wasn't careful he'd get dragged in and actually start to care about him. His mission was to get close and bring the captain back to Hydra to be dealt with; end of story.

He takes a sip of his coffee as Steve saunters by. He glances up at him cautiously to see the blonde turn into the cafe to order something. Perfect. He'd be able to watch him, learn his habits, his traits, and then pretend that his precious "Bucky" was back.