Play Pretend - Bucky Barnes

Part 2

During the night Bucky and you had moved around somehow becoming entrapped in each other's limbs. Your head was resting on his chest with his arm holding you tightly. "Bucky?" you whispered. He was sleeping soundly; he probably hadn't had a good nights sleep in a while and didn't even twitch when you spoke. A bit unusual for the former assassin but you took it as a compliment that he felt safe enough with you. You pushed his arm several times until his grip finally loosened enough to let you slip under. "Finally," you muttered.

Today was the day you would have to go all in. Amy and Daniel would according to the files be going to an event held at the church; a perfect opportunity to get close and eventually gain their trust. The first impression would mean everything. You found a blue flowery summer dress from one of the unpacked boxes along with a grey cardigan and some nice grey heels. After a refreshing shower, you looked awake and like you fit right in.

Since Bucky was kind enough to make dinner last night, you decided to cook breakfast for the two of you. The fridge was almost empty, only containing some bacon and eggs; you would have to go grocery shopping later, but for now, it would work. Just as you were about finished Bucky stumbled downstairs. "I made breakfast," you said putting the bacon down on two plates along with some toast.

"Thanks, doll," he said kissing your cheek quickly before grabbing his plate. You grabbed your plate with flushed cheeks and followed him into the dining room, "What was that for?"

"We have to sell the act of being in love, right?" He shovelled toast into his mouth swallowing before continuing, "and our nosy neighbours were looking through the kitchen window." Ah, that made more sense. You got a weird feeling in your chest at his words but it quickly disappeared so you shrugged it off.

You ate the rest of the meal in comfortable silence; the only sounds coming from your eating and Bucky flicking through the newspaper. Without realising it you were staring at him. He had cleaned up well doing his best to look right for the mission; he even went as far as to cut his hair. You wouldn't lie you missed his long hair but the soft looking shorter strands were making it tempting to run your hands through.

"Who that could be?" Bucky wondered breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry?"

"At the door. I wonder who could be at the door." He stood up brushing crumbs off his lap before extending a hand to you. "Shall we go look?" You nodded accepting his hand and walking out the door together.

You opened the door with a smile running your eyes over the couple standing in front of you.

"Hi, we're Amy and Daniel Williams. We live just across the street and we couldn't help but notice the new faces," Amy introduced the two of them with a bright smile.

Bucky rested his hand rest lightly on your lower back as he greeted them, his presence comforting. "It's nice to meet you," you smiled back trying to assess as much as you could about them. Amy wore a similar outfit to you and had her honey blonde hair tied up in a ponytail; her own natural brown roots were starting to show slightly. Most people wouldn't have noticed, but you were after all a spy trained to notice minuscule details. Daniel wore a brown sweater, almost matching his hair. He had large glasses on that you were doubtful he really needed. Daniel didn't seem to be a man of many words and instead, his eyes seemed to roam around inquisitively

"We actually just wanted to invite you to the event the church is holding later. We are packing boxes for elderly with things the local kids have made. It's just a simple thing so they don't feel forgotten and unappreciated," Amy explained.

"That so nice. We'll definitely come by!" You smiled.

"Great, we'll see you there."

An hour later found you and Bucky in the church packing boxes. "I'm so glad to see you guys here!" Amy exclaimed as she walked up to the table.

"Oh, hi Amy," you faked your surprise when in reality you had your eye on her the minute she walked in. "Where's Daniel?"

"Oh, he had to take a call. He'll be here soon." Amy flustered before regaining her composure. Both you and Bucky knew that meant he was probably fiddling around the house and bugging the house.

"I'll be back in a minute. I'm just gonna bring these boxes out to the front." Bucky kissed your cheek, squeezing your hand before lifting a few boxes. His arms bulged at the weight and made you sigh unconsciously.

"How long have you been together?" Amy said breaking your little daydream.

"3 years," you began putting things down into the boxes again, "and newly married." You raised your left hand smiling.

"Ah, that definitely explains why he looks at you like you're the only thing in the room. You guys look so in love that it's enviable." She winked grabbing a box and walking away. Did he really look at you that way? Could that mean- no, he was probably just acting.

You engaged in some small talk with the other volunteers trying to discretely pry information out them.

"Well, sometimes they act a bit odd," a middle-aged woman whispered.

"Yeah, I've seen them walking out at night and first returning in the morning," another woman butted in.

"But we do appreciate their willingness to help this town out and help organise church events," the woman tried to smooth things out fearing she might have said the wrong things.

You agreed with her statement, whilst your mind was pondering over what they could be up to that late at night.