Various x reader oneshots

(Bucky Barnes) Flirting on a Mission

Published: August 8, 2020

Word count: 1115

Prompt: "Let me have my fun or I'll impale you with my stilettos."

Written for tumblr's @ragnarachael's writing challenge!

You huffed softly, crossing your legs as you leaned back in your office chair. Tony's voice droned on and on, explaining the mission to the team. Half the Avengers were out on another mission, and so was Steve, which put Tony in the position of team leader for the time being.

You weren't ignoring him per se, you were just half-listening and half-admiring your boyfriend who sat opposite you. He was paying attention, though, his eyes following each of Tony's movements.

"... got it, (Y/N)?"

Nodding, you shot him a reassuring smile. Your mission was to infiltrate a fancy restaurant, like, white-tie and evening gown fancy. It was supposedly frequented by two ex-Hydra agents who took the lead on a number of sick experiments.

You were to blend in as well as possible, and listen to whatever was being said around you in order to learn about any intel that may be useful in taking out the rest of their bases. Tony, being hesitant about sending you in alone, decided that Bucky should accompany you. You'd enter, Bucky would enter about ten minutes later and you'd pretend to be on a blind date. The rest of the team would remain near the building, in constant communication with you through the comms.

"Great. Everyone, suit up and let's go." He clapped his hands, shooing everyone out of the conference room.

You fell in stride beside Nat, as she'd agreed to help you prepare for the mission and after blowing Bucky a quick kiss, you both rode the elevator up to your floor.

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Half an hour later, you strode up to the car Tony picked for the mission. Well, it was more like a limo. The rest of the team stood idly around it, chattering among themselves about the upcoming mission.

Bucky was the first to notice you, jaw dropping open at the sight of you in a bright red, form-fitting evening gown, with a leg slit traveling up to your mid-thigh. The lipstick you sported was a similar shade to your dress, and Nat had expertly contoured your eyes in a way that made the color of your irises stand out just a little more. Your stilettos clicked against the tiled garage floor, and he swore you were trying to kill him.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, not missing the way your eyes followed the movement. God, you wanted to kiss him, but Nat would murder you if you messed up your makeup before even getting halfway there.

"Alright, team, this one's time-sensitive, so get in!" Tony took the driver's seat, of course, there was no way he'd trust anyone else with one of his most expensive cars.

You slipped into the seat next to Bucky as Nat reviewed the mission details out loud, testing you to make sure you knew exactly what you had to do.

It seemed like time had fast-forwarded, and before you knew it, Tony had pulled over right in front of the restaurant. You knew you were to arrive first, so as not to raise suspicions, and so you shot Bucky a flirty wink before clambering out of the limo as elegantly as you could.

"Testing, testing," you mumbled into your comm. The microphone was disguised as a bejeweled hairpin placed right above your ear, fitting in with your hairstyle perfectly. Your receiver was placed in your ear, a tiny piece of technology Tony designed to be as inconspicuous as possible. You hoped to God nothing would go wrong today. You did not want to fight anyone while dressed in such a long, expensive gown.

"All good, (Y/N)," Nat assured you as Tony drove off.

You took a deep breath and sauntered in. Nat relayed your fake name to you, the fake name under which your reservation was placed. You repeated it to the waitress, who escorted you to a table, the one nearest to the target.

Wonderful.

She then proceeded to hand you a menu and ask you when you'd be ready to order. You simply told her you were waiting for your date, and so she left to tend to another customer.

Just like clockwork, Bucky arrived minutes after you, eyes immediately searching for you.

The waitress led him to your table and you smiled as he sat down.

"So, doll, I assume you're my date?"

What? Oh yeah...

"Yeah, I guess I am." You grinned, shaking his outstretched hand.

"James Gardner. And who might you be?" The words flowed so effortlessly from his tongue, so smoothly you almost forgot they weren't true.

"Carlotta d'Ascoli."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he murmured as he pressed a feather-light kiss to your knuckles and you actually felt your cheeks flush. How did this come so naturally for him?

"Well, you don't look too shabby yourself." You winked.

Bucky's eyes were constantly traveling from you to the two ex-agents behind you. You noticed how they peered over at the two of you when Bucky arrived, but they appeared to have bought your little act.

"Can we please cut down on the flirting a little?" Tony groaned through the comms.

"Anthony Stark, you called me back from the airport when I was about to leave on vacation to take this mission. So I'll get you your intel, but let me have my fun or I'll impale you with my stilettos." You whispered, loud enough for the microphone to pick it up but not enough so the agents could hear you.

"So, James, what do you do for work?" You batted your eyelashes at him and he grinned.

"I'm ex-military, now I'm just a car mechanic. What about you?"

"That's hot," you murmured. "I'm a ballet dancer."

He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. However, before he could reply, Tony interrupted again.

"Okay, if this is about your vacation, let's make a deal. Cool it on the flirting and I'll give you an extra week when we're done."

"Two weeks," you shot back, glancing up at Bucky, who seemed to be engrossed in the conversation taking place at the table behind you.

You heard a groan in your ear and you took that as a signal to continue talking to your 'date.'

"So, James, how do you feel about a movie after this?"

"That sounds wonderful, doll." He smirked at you, playing along. "Although, I have a suggestion you might prefer as well."

"Oh? And what might that be?" Your gave him a sultry look through your eyelashes, noticing how Bucky gulped as he attempted to keep his composure.

Needless to say, you got your three-week vacation.