Catch Me If You Can | Winter Soldier x reader |

CHAPTER 5

Ninety-six hours off of your illegal Ambassador missions and you were already getting illegal on yourself. It helped that a highly attractive man's picture was pinned to the wall of your tent. Which reminded you— you should probably put the safety pin anywhere other than his forehead. It looked like he was your target and sooner or later you'd pin him.

Hehe, pin him.

"Ugh," you moaned, shoving your face into the pillow. Your were telling yourself you were not turned on by the ex- Winter Soldier but your body certainly had other opinions.

You were so into yourself that you were oblivious to the wickedly smirking young man standing at the entrance of your residence. "Well, this definitely clears up a lot of questions."

Immediately, you jerked up to the sound of his voice. Your face was beating red while your hair was a tornado, your locks hanging all over the place. You managed to keep your voice steady when you garbled, "W-What?"
Mason chuckled beneath his breath as he stepped inside, shutting the lips of the tent behind himself, "So the myth is cleared up. Women do jack off too."

"I appreciate the fact you didn't use the formal term but still— ašshole..." You drew your lip between your teeth, truly disgusted. But you only showed yourself to be enjoying his ghastly comment.

"Oh, c'mon, doll— we can't really ask for much. We live in tents." He smugly grinned as he eyed your figure, "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen everything." Mason's emerald orbs craned towards the photograph crowned upon your collection of newspaper articles. Your heart began to race at the sight of his eyes harden. "What's the guy's name again?"

"James Buchanan Barnes," you muttered, joining his side as he stared deeply at the man's mug shot. "I already know what you're thinking. But fück it, it's not true—"

Mason raised a brow, looking down at your figure, "What exactly am I thinking?"

You thought about it for a moment. Mason is too stuck up to have the slightest doubt that you'd be getting off with someone else's face in mind. So that's probably not what he's thinking, "I don't know. What are you thinking?"

"I'm telling you, (Y/n). I really never trusted anyone outside from the institution we came from but this man is in my head since I've laid eyes on him. And as the days go by, I'm beginning to understand the reasons behind it. This man would be one of the most valuable recruits to the Ambassadors because of the life he came from. He's been tortured, vexed and ruined by H.Y.D.R.A. Having him by our side would clear people's doubts about whether we are good or evil. We'd finally be seen as protestors who merely want the best for the citizens. Wouldn't we?"

You nodded to the young man, reminded of why you all began the organization in the first place. You remembered why you stuck by this guy's side through high and low waters, "The Avengers would finally know who we are after he joins us. They'd finally stop fighting us. And maybe— they'll accept us, won't they?"

Mason froze completely, his eyes boring into yours for a moment. "We need him, (Y/n)..."

"Then why don't you recruit him?"

He blanched, "You know I can't do that. I'm not entirely the social type."

"Right," you chuckled, "Forgot about that. Fine, I'll get him to us— but don't expect him too soon."

"Don't tell me you're going to give him a scare like the other recruits?"

"Hèll yeah, baby."

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Bucky walked into the house with his chest puffed as a rooster. He was starting to enjoy the type of looks he was earning each time he passed by wimpy and frail agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Of course, other than the Avengers, no one had heard about the millionaire playboy's slip up of justice. But, special treatment was being arranged for the soldier.

That night when you had paid a visit, all hell broke loose in the Stark tower. Stark and Rogers were the first to arrive at the bedroom doorway to inquire. Bucky had made no attempt to explain his situation but instead handed them over the cylinder of Siancifite. As always, blame was thrown across the room.

Stark and Banner pointed fingers towards Bucky, saying it was a huge scam. Yet the rest of the Avengers dropped their mistrust and trailed the evidence and truth towards the real culprit. Even now, the teams had kept their guard up and were watchful of whatever the hell the man had planned.

Bucky was praised on multiple occasions and he really had to owe it to you for saving his drunk ašs.

Eventually, though— after the two or three days of patting on the back— the Winter Soldier began to comprehend what he was searching for. He'd been looking for it all these days but never put into the word to better understand his purpose.

He wanted to fight for justice.

It was exceedingly simple.

How could he have missed it all?

On the fourth and fifth day, all of the Avenger's attention was averted back to the mass outage of the Stark Tower. They were piecing together whether it was the Ambassadors again and wondered what highly trained tech agent would have the capability to do such a ballistic thing.

Bucky remained on the outskirts again, not entirely having a purpose in the case, despite Steve's efforts to include him into the discussion. Tension flew like a hawk in the room whenever he was around the rest of the crew.
The Winter Soldier was constructing a few plans of his own to catch you on an act again. But you'd hadn't been on missions as frequently as you did before.

So it caught him off guard when a letter was sent to him through the courier from an unknown address. The man muttered a "Thanks..." beneath his breath before taking the mail inside. Without another second wasted, he peeled the beige cover open to find a piece of shredded paper and a bronze-tinted badge from the early forties. A smile threatened to creep upon his lips when he read the note.

Meet me at Pyreford Institution at dawn. If you don't know the place, google it. Don't bring anyone else. And prepare to lose another set of teeth, Buck-tooth Bucky.

- A badass bîtch