Catch Me If You Can | Winter Soldier x reader |

CHAPTER 19

  "Alright. Just breathe. Just remember to breathe. No one is watching. Just keep doing what you're doing, girl. Oh crap, he's coming. What am I supposed to do now? Oh no. Don't let those gag reflexes take over, not just yet, at least. Wait till he's finished coming...."

Now hold the fück up.

God, the author of your life story as well as this fanfiction, knows exactly what you were thinking.

And that's not something a good girl should be thinking about.

So back track.

Why are you trying to get yourself to breathe? Well, because your anxiety was crawling up your spine and you felt like your lungs were not filling up properly.

Why are you worried about people watching? Because you're about to enter the men's bathroom.

Who's coming? The guy you thought was your target was approaching the bathroom as well but, at a much faster rate than you expected.

What about gag reflexes? You were lactose sensitive and you just shoved fondu Italian bread into your mouth.
So no, sweetheart, you did not give Barnes a head. At least, no yet.

Bucky was just as apprehensive as you were. He was constantly glancing over his shoulder, feeling as though your spontaneous plan was not going to be effective. Besides, the mansion was crowded with people. What were the chances of the bathroom being empty when your target arrived?

Well, to your luck, there was only one man there. And he was already on his way out the door when you and your lover boy stumbled through the doors to Shït Land. The old man let his eyes elevator down your body as he walked out, making sure those dirty grey eyes lingered on your bump before heading out. Barnes noticed and made sure he gave a look that would make the old man shît in his diapers.

That certainly helped clear out the bathroom quicker. You glanced towards the bathroom door that shut and back at Bucky with a smirk. "Ready?"

"Ready for what? You never told me what the plan was," he retorted.

"There was a plan?"

"Are you kidding me? What do we do when he comes in? Tie him up? Put him in the back of the trunk? What's happening?"

You chuckled, "Easy. Beat the cràp out of em' till they pass out. Throw them into the stalls, and viola, we're done!"
The Winter Soldier had a look of distress and perplexity written all over his face the moment you told him your genius plan. But he didn't have the time to object because the second he opened his mouth open to speak, you had already shoved him into one of the classy booths.  You also did the same. Barnes was going to step out to yell at you but the second he heard the sound of hinges creak, he knew his target was inside.

So he got back inside and waited patiently. Standing within the stalls, with the grimy scent of urine burning into your nostrils, you got into your position.  When footsteps scattered, you immediately knew the action was to arise. Two shadows casted on the marble floor as the Griffin and the guard entered into the vacant, dimly lit bathroom. Griffin, lost in thought, didn't recognize your presence when he first entered the stall. When he raised his gaze and saw your stunning figure, he was about to holler but you kicked him straight in the chest with stiletto heels. The young man went flying, and hit the sink. He skidded to the ground in a bruised, groaning mess. The guard, who was saw the action take place, pried his mouth open, and lifted his fist to attack you, but your savior came in record timing and knocked the brains out of him.

Griffin fought back well, due to his size. But even in heels and a tight fitted dress, you seemed to kick his asš. One punch led to another and a thrust here and there and the two men were out. You were heaving tired breathes by the time you were done. You placed your hand on your hips, noticing that other than the few blood drops here and there, no one would have recognized the brawl that had happened. "We can hide them in the stalls for now. They shouldn't be able to wake up for another hour or so." You said to your drop-dead-gorgeous looking partner in crime.