Catch Me If You Can | Winter Soldier x reader |

CHAPTER 18

You've heard of that stupid saying. Money can't buy happiness. Well that is fücking bullshït, folks.

​​​​​​​Standing in front of the most luxurious mansion, you literally felt like your heart fell to your feet. You craned your head up and still you couldn't see the roof of the bloody place. The most attractive Latino men strutted inside with their coat jackets tight to their figures. The bittersweet aroma of fresh vodka danced around, luring you closer like a siren. Lights filled up every square inch of the place, and music ruptured through the walls and into the cement ground.

"Holy shît..." Marceline cursed under her breath, looking as dumbstruck as you did.

"I know what you're thinking, man." You muttered under your breath, eyes still widened.

"We're totally getting laid."

You glanced over at the fair girl and furrowed your brows, "Well, I was actually thinking that we were in mafia central but that too." You smirked, dragging the young woman inside, "Hurry up. Maybe we can find a hook up before the guys come and ruin the fun—"

You spoke to soon because not a moment later, a van with a new paintjob curved right into the path of you both. The tinted window rolled down leisurely till you found Ethan inside, pushing down his sunglasses as he smirked. "How are you two ladies doing?" He asked, in a faked mature manly voice.

"First of all, why the hëll are you wearing shades when it's eleven at night? Second, who let you drive? And third, you look good, you little scumbag. You look older." You grinned at the young man.

"Really?" His original high-pitched voice returned.

"Yeah, you finally look your age. Thirteen." Marceline remarked, chuckling beneath her breath. "Are you sure it's a good idea to bring him along? He looks a little too young for this business."

"He's with me." The sound of his familiar voice caused you to cringe. The order of seating, in your peripheral view was Ethan, who drove, then Barnes, who looked dashingly handsome in the center seat and then Mason who sat at the very end, looking like a god dàmn son-of-a-bítch. "Mason? What are you doing here?" You remarked immediately, sugar coating your voice with surprise.

"Our friend, Bucky, here, suggested that I should tag along on our mission. I barely get out and I'm usually nowhere close to the action so I guess today was meant to be the day I break free." He muttered, with a grimace.

You leaned into the window of the car and glanced at the two males, "You both don't have bad blood right?"

"Of course, not." Bucky responded almost immediately, a small grin on his face as he did so. It kind of looked taunting and misleading but seeing that they both didn't have fresh bruises on their face, you assumed they were in good shape.

So let us retract from this memory for a moment. You see, after you spoke to Bucky a while back, it took him a few days but he eventually returned to the warehouse. Everyone in the Ambassadors was hitting up the bottles of liquor in celebration. Even if Mason didn't admit it, he was pleased that Barnes returned too. Of course, men and their ego, he acted as though he didn't even give a dâmn. The Winter Soldier, on the other hand, also attempted to keep their interactions to a minimum. Recognizing the hot tension between the two, you gave them a huge lecture.

Unfortunately, they had to sit through all the screaming and swearing but they learned right. If they wanted to keep off your bad side and be successful in their missions, they had to work together, whether they liked it or not. So before heading their mission, that evening, Barnes headed to Mason and made the suggestion. Of course, being a part of the tech crew to the production, Mason felt like it would be a bad idea. In the fear of being around regular people again, Mason nearly forgot he was still angry with the man. After multiple occasions of persuasion, the young man found himself in a rented tux sitting in a sketchy ašs car with the guy who beat the shît out of him a few weeks back.