After Death | Bucky Barnes(Republished)

It's About Time

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      I took a quick shower, put on my uniform, my hair in a braid, and hastily put make up on my still visible bruises before opening the door. I was greeted by Bucky who had made himself at home laying on my bed still playing with my knife. 

He  smiles up at me as I walked towards him, taking a pillow in my hands.

"Get up." I ordered, hitting his head with the pillow messing up his hair. 

"Hey" He laughs, blocking my hits with his left arm.

"Give it here." I smiled, holding out my hand to the man laying on my bed.

"No, I like this knife." He says still playing with it. 

"Yeah, I like it too, that's why it's mine." I said, I kept my hand out as he sat up still looking at me with a smile. 

"Why don't you take it from me?" He smirked as he slipped in in the sheath. 

I took a swipe at it with my right hand, not really trying, and he easily moved it from my reach.

"At least try." He smiled.

"I'm not going to try because you know it's mine and you'll give it back." I sighed.

"Come on." He teased me with the sheath, letting it touch my fingers then pulling it away.

I grabbed his hand with both of mine, trying to pry his fingers open. Bucky easily pulled me on to the matres beside him, pinning both my hands on either side of my head and rolling his weight on mine.

"I know you can do better than that." He whispered with a smile.

"Y/n, Barnes." I heard Nat's voice over the loud speaker, "We're waiting on you."

I watched Bucky's smile turn into slight annoyance as he lifted his wight off me.

"Alright." He said as he stood up and placed the knife in my hand. I raised my foot on the night stand and slipped the knife in my boot.

      I could feel him watching me so I turned my back to him to look at my wall and collected the rest of my gear. I put the holsters on my legs and picked up a magazine, I started loading the rounds one by one  as fast as i could and inserting the magazines into the handguns then placed them in the holsters.
He walked beside me and picked up a heavy rifle, I handed him the correct mag already filled with rounds and he handed me extra clips for my hand guns. I handed him another one of my knifes, he took it.

"I like the other one better." He frowned.

"Too bad" I smiled.

"Come on. Lemme have it." He smiled. I tried to keep serious 

"No." I tried to maintain a serious expression as I adjusted the riffle on my back. 

"Come on." He poked my cheek with the index finger of his human hand.

"I'll think about it." I smiled.

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      We were dropped off on the roof of the building, we made our way inside and quietly extracted the information, in and out, easy, but not without snapping a few necks along the way. We arrived back home, and went for a debrief with Coulson, I gave him the flash drive with the information and we were excused. 

"Good job." I said holding out my fist, he returned my fist bump.

"I know. You did okay." he said.