Bucky x Reader One-shots

Holiday Favor (Holiday Heist Sequel) {thief!Bucky au}

Characters: reader, Bucky, Steve, others mentioned.

Summary: A year after your first encounter with the renowned art thief Bucky Barnes, he pops back into your life unexpectedly with an offer you truly can't refuse. Can you handle being around the man who nearly ruined your life long enough to hold up your part of the bargain? And more importantly, can you resist the undeniable attraction between you?

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: bit of language, lot of snark. ;) Tiny mention of sexy times.

**This is the sequel to Holiday Heist , so please check that out first! **

A/N: YOU GUYS!!! I know, it's been way too long! I'm so excited to share this story with you. :D I was planning on having this ready for New Year's Eve, but then I ended up partying with Chris Evans sooooo. ;) Yeah. Please let me know your thoughts, I've really missed hearing from you all! I have more stories planned, so stay tuned! <3

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These days, leisurely Wednesday afternoons were a rarity, so you were taking advantage of every calm moment and each delicious sip of your gourmet coffee. The week after Christmas was always unpredictable when it came to business, but you took the chance and scheduled yourself a day off in the middle of the week to decompress from the holidays.

Sitting at a table in a tucked away corner of your favorite coffee shop, you enjoyed your latte and read for a while, but you couldn't help yourself from opening an email alert about an art piece you might acquire in the near future.

Scrolling through the email and opening the attached photo, you took another sip and considered whether you had the appropriate space for the artwork at Gallerie Bijou where you were docent and art director. Business was excellent with many local artists making a name for themselves on your walls and even bigger artists returning to you for short-term installments of their work. You loved what you did and couldn't be more grateful to live and work in New York City, especially as the holidays approached. There was a smell of impending snow in the air and the spirit of hope, love, and giving lingered all around the city.

The weather was still good enough that you decided to take a drive instead of hailing a cab or riding the subway. You didn't grow up in the city and sometimes missed being behind the wheel. Just as you finished your mug of coffee and were contemplating another, a car alarm went off just outside the window you sat beside. Startled, you looked through the pane of glass to find that the flashing lights and noise originated from YOUR vehicle. Scrambling for your bag, you reached inside for the keys and hit the appropriate button, resulting in silence, thankfully.

Flustered, you wondered what had caused the alarm to go off as you set your keys on the table and hunched over your bag, beginning to pack up and prepare to leave. A pair of shoes walked past near the restroom as you tucked your tablet away and reached behind you for your scarf and coat. Bundled up against the cold, you slung the bag over your shoulder and reached for your....

The table was empty except for your coffee mug and saucer. Your car keys were gone. Trying to remain calm, you set your bag on the table and searched through it, certain that you had mistakenly put them away. Coming up empty handed, you checked your pockets and then ducked under the table and chairs, in case the keys had fallen. Near panicking now, you took a step toward the counter, hoping they had bizarrely been turned in during the past few minutes and then froze at the sound of a car turning over, engine roaring. You'd know that engine anywhere.

Racing through the cafe's door and turning the corner toward your car, you reached the driver's side and pounded on the glass before it lowered.

"Who the hell do you think you are, you—"