Catch Me If You Can | Winter Soldier x reader |

CHAPTER 23

You woke up to a surge of an unwelcoming and unsettling sensation. It was like something left you. Like some part of your body decided to walk off on you half-way through the night. The feeling wasn't anything like what you could recall. It felt strange, really. When you woke up, your heart wasn't throbbing out of your chest, your mind was clear as crystal and your limbs were sore. You didn't know what the hëll was going on with you until you remembered some alerting details of the night before.

Then reality hit you like a piercing bullet.

You hastily sat up and peeked into your sheets. You weren't naked as you imagined, but you certainly weren't wearing what you did the night before. From the corner of your eyes, you could make a figure shifting around in your tent. You gleamed over towards their direction to find your panty-dropper moment.

You stared in awe at the man's ripped back, watching how his biceps tightened as he slipped his shirt onto his body. The complexion of his body, you imagined, was like sand on those perfect beaches. It was so entrancing and immensely sexy. You didn't realize you were staring at him for so long till he finished dressing. Barnes looked a little startled to see you the way he did, and you knew he was having troubles keeping his eyes on your face. "What is it?" He asked in a distressed tone. 

"Did we fück?"

Bucky looked flabbergasted if he wasn't already. "W-What?"

"Did we fück? Did we do the deed? The frickity-frack? The hanky panky? The bump and grind—"

"Shhh!" The man hushed, getting closer to your face. He eyed the doorway briefly before glaring at you, "Will you keep your voice down? And can you stop talking like? It's disturbing..."

"You're avoiding my question—"

"No, we didn't have sex." The ex-assassin said in his lowered voice. You noticed that his cheeks were tinted red from the discussion. You would have laughed but you were overwhelmed with relief.

"Oh, thank God."

Barnes rolled his eyes but suddenly sharpened his gaze at you. "Thank God? What do you mean?"

You made the kind of face you would make if a ball was about to hit your face, "No, no, that's not what I meant! Honestly, Barnes, I would do you front, back, sideways and everything. It's just— I want to be sober and awake when it happens, you know."

"Oh," he said, sitting on the bedside beside you. You thought it was low of him to say not say much but then again, both your heads were not in the game when you conversed. You were still stunned by the fact that he cared about whether or not you wanted to sleep with him. And he was taken aback that you were the type of person that cherished intimacy.

"I'd never had the chance to give myself up to someone I actually loved or cared for. So I guess, all these years I planned in my head that the first time I have sex with that special someone, I'll ingrain it in my head as my first time." You said, placing your face in the crook of the man's neck. Warmth radiated off his skin, entrancing you but still, your mind blurred from the thoughts that ruined the moment. "And so I'll forget everything— Mason did. And I'll remember you instead,"

Unintentionally, goose bumps raised on the man's limbs from what you said last. It was like a chant he said over and over again in his mind whenever he thought of his companion, Steve Rogers. He always attempted to retain memories of the far past and present with his friend than the times he was an assassin. He wanted to forget the times blood had painted itself on him. That was to make his morals and appeal as the good guy stronger. Of course, for you, in this circumstance, it was to simply forget. You were vulnerable and frail. And he saw that in your softened eyes when he gleamed over to you. There you both sat in silence, for once, putting aside the playful talks and flirting.