She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for...
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After you had made the mistake of outing to Captain Rogers about your plans to avenge your parents, he had wandered off somewhere, leaving you behind and alone with your thoughts.
You weren't too sure if he was upset with you or if he sided with you.
It was really difficult to tell.
For all you knew, he could be preparing an arrest for you.
The longer you stayed in this clean tent, the more you started to suspect if this was some kind of new avengers compound. It was obvious this wasn't a normal place looking for refugees, because there would be a lot more people.
But again, you knew so little. The only thing you were certain of is that you would milk your stay there as long as you could before continuing your trip back south. Not even the earth's mightiest heroes would stop you. You would stay until your wounds healed and until you had enough strength.
You wished they hadn't taken your pack away from you, but they had told you that it wasn't of need.
That anything you needed they could provide you with.
You wanted your compass, the one Will had given you, and you wanted your damn spear.
It had only been a few hours since you arrived and you were already bored out of your mind.
As much as you wanted to wander around the camp and discover more of this mysterious place, you weren't too sure if you were allowed that liberty. They hadn't told you much of what you could and couldn't do.
So you laid on your cot, playing with your bottle of antibiotics.
How had the Avengers manage to lose everything yet still keep certain things safe? You examined the opaque black bottle, noting that there was no writing on it anywhere. For all you knew, it could be some other kind of drug.
But they wouldn't lie. They had nothing to gain from your death. Plus, you knew they weren't infiltrated by Hydra like S.H.I.E.L.D once was. Hydra now only resided in The Capitol.
You're twisting the bottle up and down and side to side when a motion from your peripheral makes you look up. Someone had entered the tent again.
Your eyes narrowed at the figure and your stomach lurched.
The man wore a black T-shirt, a leather jacket, jeans, and boots. If it weren't for the silver sliver of metal as he rummaged through the medkit, you wouldn't have known who this man was.
You always thought Bucky Barnes had longer hair.
This man didn't look like the hot brainwashed assassin you had always seen on the news or in pictures. He looked younger, normal, dare you say; hot.
You felt a tight burning in your lower stomach as your eyes trailed down the bridge of his nose and along his perfect jawline; it was covered in a light layer of dark stubble.
