[the avengers ➼ imagines]

steve rogers ≫ undercover

request for EllaTubongbanua. hope you like it!

Around 5 months ago, Bucky Barnes fell under the threat of being kidnapped by HYDRA once again. Of course, The Avengers could keep an eye on him but Fury wanted to know what was happening so he sent you in.

You weren't an agent of the fallen organisation, S.H.I.E.L.D. Hiring a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was to risky because Natasha or Clint could recognise agents too easily plus Fury couldn't know if the agent was actually a double agent working for HYDRA. You were a highly skilled assassin and spy who just happened to owe Fury a favour. So, you returned that favour by going undercover as Tony Stark's assistant.

For the first month it was a bit difficult trying to keep an eye on Bucky because he was always in his room wallowing in a pit of sadness and the other half of the time he was in the training room and you were sure he would be slightly weirded out by the fact that Stark's assistant was sitting watching him train.

It gradually got easier, though. You slowly began to build some sort of relationship with Bucky and Steve, especially Steve. You knew it wasn't very professional but you just couldn't help but slowly begin to become infatuated with him.

Tonight was the night of Tony's party. There was no real reason for him to celebrating anything he just felt the need to have a party, typical Tony. Due to being his assistant, you were stuck preparing everything which only gave you a short amount of time to get ready.

You curled your hair, applied your make up, slipped into a black little number and slid on some black heels before hurrying down to the party. Your pistol was tucked away in a holster on your thigh, hidden by your dress. Easily accessible if anything were to happen which was highly unlikely.

You spent the first hour or so with Natasha, talking about anything and everything. Then you danced with Tony. Now you were sitting with the whole team on the sofa's engulfed in a conversation about who was worthy of lifting Thor's hammer. The party still continued on around you all.

"I'm just saying, it's a trick." Clint spoke, sipping at his bottle of beer. You chuckled slightly.

You zoned out of the conversation, your attention averting to the people around the room. You had this thing about scanning the room for threats.

Your eyes landed on a group of people in the corner of the room, sitting at a table talking. Normally you wouldn't be so paranoid but the people looked awfully suspicious. You knew you would have to keep an eye on them.

Around twenty or so minutes later, one of the men from the group headed over in the direction of the team. Your eyes narrowed as he got closer to you all, your hand slipped to your pistol, just incase.

The man struck up a conversation with Steve, Sam and Bucky. Any normal person would just brush it off but you didn't. You analysed the man very carefully, noticing the sweat begin to build up just above his brows, the way his foot tapped quickly and the way his eyes kept flitting around the room.

Steve and Sam left to go get some more beers, leaving Bucky with the man. The man leaned in to say something to Bucky. They were both turned slightly so you couldn't see what was going on. When Bucky moved, some shone bright as it caught the light, the silver gleaned, it was a pistol. The man had it held to Bucky, not letting him move.

Without thinking, you whipped out your own pistol, aiming it at the man. "Drop the gun." You ordered.

The man turned to you, eyes wide. The group of people he was with pulled out their own guns, aiming them at both the party guests and the rest of the team.

"I said, let him go." You growled, your grip on the gun becoming tighter.

"What are you going to do, pretty lady?" The man asked, his Russian accent evident in his voice.

"This." In the blink of an eye, you had shot the man in the forehead and killed the four remaining members of his group.

"(Y/N), what the hell?" You turned to the team, they all stared at you in shock. "Where did you learn to do that?" Natasha asked.

"Uh..."

"Who are you? I thought you were just as assistant?" Tony asked.

"I'm an assassin and spy." The team looked shocked and Steve looked betrayed. "I was assigned to protect Bucky." You answered

"Who assigned you?" Steve asked.

"Fury." You answered, putting your gun back in your holster.

"But we can protect him. Why would Fury send someone in?" Clint asked, confused.

"He wanted to be kept updated and since none of you lot keep him posted, he sent me in to do his dirty work." You answered.

"I just need a moment to take all of this in." Tony said, rubbing his face. He walked out of the room.

"Yeah, me too." Bruce said, following after him. The group began to disperse, some shocked and some betrayed. You made your way over to Steve.

"So all of it was an act? The friendship? Acting nice, acting like you cared? It was all an act?" Steve asked, a tear slipping out his eye.

"What- no, of course not!" You replied, shocked. It was all real.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), if that's even your real name, but I can't trust you." Steve said as he walked away from you.

"Steve, Steve please!" You called after him, tears falling from your own eyes, but it wasn't use, he was gone.

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Just a quick authors note to let everyone know that imagines may not be quite consistent over the next few weeks because I go back to school and I've got exams two days after I start. Still, send in request and I'll see if I can get them done at some point or another.