#civil agent

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Civil Agent

Leon x GN!Reader

A/N: I will do my best to make it gender neutral, I am used to drawing genders not writing them, so please let me know if I miss any gender specificity I miss while proof reading! Thank you and Enjoy.

Summery: You work in a pub Leon frequents.

Words: 3,105 Contains: Domestic Leon, Comfort, Scared Reader

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Working in a pub had it's ups and down, you had been working there for a solid 2 years now and actually didn't hate your job. Yes there were the odd pub brawls and the occasional wolf whistle by both genders at you while you were working, but no one had actually touched you. Not physically anyway, you would always feel the person who had wolf whistled staring at your body as you would continue serving drinks from behind the bar. You got to know the regulars that came in by name and had become friends with only a select few of them. Not to the point of hanging out with them afterhours, but maybe a phone number and text was shared rarely between you. One man in particular was your favourite customer.

He was a mystery, quiet if not spoken to, he never let slip what he did for a job, he hadn't even shared his name with you. Sometimes he would come to the pub almost every night and then he wouldn't come for days to weeks. Upon his return he would always be moving a little stiffer, band-aids stuck to his face and hands, bruises and grazes covering his pale skin. Bandages were sometimes wrapped around his hands or arms. Even entering the pub with an arm in a sling on some occasions. Whatever he would do to get these injuries you sure hoped he wasn't getting into any trouble with the law, thinking maybe he would be jailed for some kind of fights he might be in. That is all your mind could think of, I mean, it would make sense that he didn't come in for days to weeks randomly, right?

Some time had passed, the man hadn't been back in about a week now. He hadn't appeared since just before the recent bombings here in Washington City, then there was that awful outbreak that happened in New York 3 days ago.

The pub was rather silent tonight, that happened on Mondays. You were in the back connecting the taps from the bar to another metal keg when you heard the bell and squeak of the door, alerting you that someone had entered. There were previously no pub goers around when you had headed to the back.

"I'll be there in a second!" You call out, letting the customer know you wouldn't be too much longer.

"No rush." Called that familiar yet mysterious voice of said man you had been thinking about over the passed week, only hoping he was alright. You missed your small conversations when he was away.

You let out a sigh as you connect the hose and pat your hands on the apron around your waist. straightening your tie, you liked to look smart when working, you head out to greet one of your favourite customers. Upon walking out you glance over to him, stopping in your tracks. His right arm was in a sling, grazes all over his face, a cut on his lip and body slumped over the bench a bit further than he normally would.

Walking over to stand in front of him you give him a soft smile in greeting, the man looking up to meet your eyes. He could see the worry in yours and pulled his shoulders back, bringing a fist in front of his mouth before clearing his throat.

"I know I look like crap, but I'm fine." He assured you, eyes darting away as you give him a nod.

"Good.. Usual?"

"Please."

Your smile only grows, his one worded sentences were the cutest sometimes. Stepping away from the lower bench at your hips you go into the back to grab a special, much older bottle of his usual. It was your favourite as well, having kept this one for a good 10 years now and decided to bring it to work every day until this favourite stranger returned. Removing it from your bag you smile and tap the glass bottle as you walk out to return to your spot in front of the man. You take two glasses and place them on the bench in front of him.

"Oh you don't need to open another one, there is still half a bottle up on the shelf." He points, slightly confused, then notices the two glasses.

"This one is on me. A special one I have been saving from home." You poor the drinks for the two of you and hand him the bottle to look at it. 

"What's the occasion?" He asked, brows raising as he looks at the brew date.

You shrug. "I dunno, let's saaay.." You think as he hands the bottle back to you and you screw the lit back on it. "An early birthday drink. To both of us." You grin, a slight amount of cheekiness in your eyes that the man had noticed. 

"Well, I won't say no to that." He takes the glass waiting for you to take yours and clinks them together. "Happy Birthday to us."

You both take a sip, the liquid burning, but cool from the ice that was in it. Both of you hum in delight as the taste was very rich. You exchange a look to each other and nod. It was a good drink.

"So.." You say placing your glass down on the lower bench. "Where have you been this time? Ran into another tree on your bike?" That was one of the many excuses he had made up in the past.

"Yeah..." He puts the glass up to his lips, hovering it there. "Something like that." He then takes another large sip.

Your eyes squint as a hand rests on your hip, leaning on one leg, your index finger tapping at your side as you think. "Look, you don't have to be truthful with me, your business is your business. But when you come in after days to weeks looking like..." You motion a hand to him. "Like this, I can't help but worry, especially with all these outbreaks and the recent bombing here in the city."

The man could tell in your tone that you were worried, he knew you cared for him, but you also cared for a lot of your customers. He had seen that time and time again with how you would always ask if people were okay when they seemed down. Hell, you have even asked him if he was okay more times than he could count.

"I'm okay." He gives a light chuckle, a rare smile pulling at the sides of his lips as he thinks about just how caring you were. "Just..." The smile seemed to fade almost instantly as he looked to the side. You felt a slight stabbing in your gut seeing his expression, it was awful, like he had seen a war and was the last survivor.

You probably shouldn't do this, but you reach out, hesitating slightly but go for it. Placing your hand on his left as the other was still in the sling. You felt Leon flinch as your hand touched his, removing it from his for merely a second before placing it back on his hand. "There is no one here right now, and the camera's don't have any sound on them, they are just visual, so if you want to talk about it?" You tilt your head slightly, your eyes soft and the smile on your face let him know you were trustworthy.

The man looked around at all of the camera's, he had memorised exactly where all of them were. You remove your hand from his not wanting to make it any more awkward than it probably already was, you take another sip of your drink waiting patiently for his answer. "You could always start with telling me your name?" You take a sip of your drink and he reaches into a pocket of his black jeans pulling out a folded thin, black, leather wallet. Opening it he placed it out on the bench in front of you, showing a metal badge and ID card.

You almost choke on your drink, having half swallowed when you saw the unexpected item place in front of you. Your hand coming up to stop from spitting out anything as you cough, the liquid going through the wrong pipe as you had basically gasped. Putting your glass down with a slight bang the man stood from his chair as you coughed, taking deep breaths as your lungs were burning from the effects of the liquor.

"Are you alright?!" He asked with a tone you hadn't heard from him before.

You nod at him and put a hand up as a signal that you were okay. Straightening up after you could breathe properly again, you turn back to him and take the badge from the bench to have a look at it. The man sitting back down, but posture straight with a worried look on his brows.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to pull out a fricken Government Badge." Your voice was strained as you read over the badge. "Division of Security Operations?" You ask, your voice starting to go come back to normal slowly. "So you're a security officer?" You hand the badge back having read his name and Level clearance of 13.

"Something like that." He takes the wallet back and puts it away in his jean's pocket. There was that line again, he had said it more times than you could even count, only rolling your eyes slightly at the answer. 

"Well, Mr. Something Like That." You tease. "Can I call you by your name or do you want that secret still?" You asked, a hand patting your chest to help with the burning in your lungs.

He thinks for a moment then lowered his head, eyes closing before he looks back up to you in the eyes, your own being sucked into his ice blue's. "You can call me Leon." He said with a small smirk on his face.

You felt a flutter in your stomach, you were sure your cheeks or ears had turned a shade of pink as you heard his name from his own lips. Leon. "You know, Leon.." You say trying out his name for yourself. "I always thought you looked like a Caleb." You shrugged.

This earned a small chuckle from Leon as he took another sip. "Caleb? Now that's an interesting name."

"I was tossing between Caleb or Lachlan." You add smiling back at him, mirroring his own.

Leon enjoyed coming here to talk with you, it was one of the only times he would laugh his hardest at some of the things you would say. He rubs his tongue along the front of his teeth behind his lips as he was thinking. you would see the tapping of his left index finger on his glass. His eyes had become distant and you knew he was thinking, so you wait. You had nothing else to do right now anyway, you had cleaned everything and no one else had entered the pub. You look to the clock as it showed 12:36, it didn't feel that late as it was a slow night.

"I was wondering.." He finally speaks up, your attention coming back to him as your brows raise asking a 'what's up?'. "Could I give you my number?"

You felt your stomach twirl once again and you nod. "Of course, here let me just give my phone to you." You say taking out your phone, unlocking it and making a new contact before handing it over to him.

His left hand brushed against your soft fingers, his own fingers felt rough and calloused. He must really work his hands a lot, he always seemed to wear gloves, maybe they were habit from his job? Better grip on things? You weren't sure, but as you think about this he was already handing your phone back to you. You take it back and look at his contact. He had typed his phone number and an address, looking to the name of the contact, you try to supress a smile. Caleb.

"Here, let me send you a text so you get my number." You say typing away.

Leon's phone dings in his black leather jacket and reaches into it reading your message.

"Hello, Caleb, nice to finally meet you." Leon just smiles at the text and puts his phone away.

"Got it." He states and placed his hand back on his glass as you top it up.

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The both of you spoke about you and what your week was like, telling Leon about all the small funny things that had happened, said and what had changed in the pub. The time was now 3am and it was time to close up, Leon had offered to walk you home, now knowing your car was currently being serviced. It was one of the things you had told him about, a leak in the hose of the coolant had gotten into your engine. You had caught it before anything serious happened, the whole engine having a clean out and new hose put back in.

"No, it's okay. I only live half an hour walk away." You explain, this area wasn't bad with crime, actually it was a very nice area, though you did like to drive just in case.

"Okay." Was all he would say before walking the other way, normally he would be stumbling from being drunk. However he had paced his alcohol intake tonight, talking with you instead of just drowning in the liquor to forget what he had been through.

Luckily he was still on vacation for another 3 weeks so he had time to relax after everything. Let his arm and shoulder heal, even though his right shoulder would still never heal, it was a chronic injury he had sustained around 20 years ago.

After a 30 minute walk you walk up to your house, you still had a smile on your face, thinking about how Leon would smile as you told him a joke, or how he listened intently when you spoke. You felt your cheeks go red as you thought about it, his name being repeated in your head. Coming to your door you pull out your keys, fumbling with them and dropping them on the ground. Thinking nothing of it you pick them up, your hands hovering over them as you notice something. Fishing line.. Clear, stuck to the bottom of the door. You pick up your keys and follow the fishing line with your eyes up the top of the door, a small slip of what seemed to be paper was subtly sticking out. Your first thought was to pull on it, but something inside your chest tightened and you suddenly became scared.

"No.." You whisper to yourself as you slowly step away from the door. You look in the window and saw a shadow move inside. "Darn it.. I left something back at the park." You say aloud and turn around, hoping whoever it was inside heard you and thought you were heading to the park. No way you were going inside, not when you knew someone was waiting for you.

You pull out your phone and quickly fumble with it, almost dropping it as your hands were shaking. you contact the first person you thought of as they were just in your thoughts moments ago, your fingers typing quickly.

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Leon was in his home, having taken a taxi rather than walking for 3 hours up hill. He had a house out in the hills on the outskirts of the city, not wanting to be amongst all the traffic and constant lights. He was brushing his teeth, wearing dark grey trackies and a thin black shirt. He hears his phone ding and frowns, who would be texting him at this time? It was almost 4am. He spits the toothpaste out of his mouth and cleans up before walking to his phone on the island bench in his open kitchen/living area. He saw the text from your number, not putting your name in so you couldn't be tied to your name if his phone was stolen by the enemy.

Opening the phone he reads your message.

"SOmeone is my houe and I don't know what do please meet me int he pb"

The spelling was all over the place, he knew you had typed it quickly, jumping into action he removes the sling on his right arm, you were in danger and he had to get to you quickly. He grabs the keys to his bike and straps his belt around his waist, quickly attaching the single gun holster to at his lower back. Running out of his house as he puts on his jacket, wincing at the movement of his arm.

Quickly staring his bike he races off to wards the pub, speeding to get to you as fast as he could.

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You wait inside the pub, huddled under the bench on the inside of the staff area, you try your best to not cry. Your body was trembling and you were wiping away tears before they would fall, you weren't religious, but you pray Leon had seen your message and would get to you before whoever was in your house. Should you call the police? It was probably a good idea, but Leon worked for government security, he was more trustworthy, right?

After checking the time since you had hidden 10 minutes had passed. You had run back to the pub as fast as you could, shaving off 15 minutes off the 30 minute walk. "Please, Leon.." You whisper to yourself, holding your knees as tight as possible to your chest.

You hear the sound of a motorbike outside the pub, feet running to the door and pushing against the locked door. 

"(Y/N), It's me! Leon!" He called through the thick wooden door.

Your heart had stopped when you heard the bang of the door but then hearing Leon's voice you immediately come out of hiding and run to the door. Unlocking and opening it. Leon stood there, panting slightly, eyes wide with worry. You noticed he wasn't wearing his sling but launch yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his chest.

"Okay.." he says looking behind the himself before wrapping his arms around you, eyes squinting from the pain in his right arm. "Let's go inside and you can tell me what happened."

You nod and let go of him wiping your eyes and walking inside. 

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[avengerscompound]

Captain America: Civil War

[platossoulmates]

i will never understand people who are team iron man in civil war because it is LITERALLY a captain america movie. you are supposed to sympathize with tony stark and the world governments, and understand that yes, reform is needed (which steve UNDERSTANDS and agrees with), but also understand that what they’re enacting is morally wrong. the sokovia accords (much like the mutant registration act in x-men 2000) require the registration AND tracking of all enhanced individuals as well as agreeing to prison without trial should the government decide it necessary (they go into detail about the legislation in the sokovia accords in agents of shield, which, yes, is technically no longer canon, but this aired long before it moves off track of the main marvel timeline, when it was still following canon post winter soldier movie). it strips all inhumans, mutants, people who have been experimented on (all of which is out of these people’s control) of quite literally all of their constitutional rights. tony stark is not in the right just because steve didn’t tell him about his parents. the politics of the movie are so deep please use your critical thinking skills

[marvelilovebucky]

He will always be worthy🫶🏼

[sincerethoughtsblog]

she's everything he's just ken.

[chaos-bringer-13]

Crossover Danny Phantom prompt. Guess what crossover this is? Danny Phantom x Men in Black. Because - hear me out - Guys in White vs Men in Black is the perfect confrontation. They should hate each other's guts. Men in black should find out about ghosts and GIW and decide that GIW are idiots and their stupidity can cause interdimensional conflict. They should decide that creatures from other dimension are not that different from aliens and they can work with that. They should take over the GIW. They should have fights about jurisdiction with GIW. They should pretend that it has nothing to do with their costumes but the truth is that the whole thing started because of them having a fight over what colour is the best for work uniform.

[crystal-bytes]

MARVEL CHARACTER EVOLUTION

MARGARET "PEGGY" CARTER

[arliganzey]

I think I'm the only girlie that unironically digs Kallus's muttonchops

[marvel-television]

y'know it's always funny when people start arguing about who was right in civil war bc like. Even with just the movie Tony and the pro-accords crowd has no ideological leg to stand on, the only reason we have to at all root for him is that Bucky killed his parents, but then you throw in Agents of Shield? You throw in everything about that third season leading up to Civil War?

It's kinda painfully obvious that the sokovia accords weren't even *really* about the Avengers, but rather the incident in Lagos was just a convenient excuse to subjugate the growing Inhuman population under the guise of "cracking down on the avengers".

The only people we ever see affected by the sokovia accords are A: members of the Avengers, and B: Inhumans. If you're not an Inhuman or an Avenger, you straight up don't have to register. Spider-Man, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, all are heroes that exist in the public eye. Sure, Spider-Man hasn't revealed his identity, but he's still known about as a superhero unlike Iron Fist or Cloak and Dagger.

All this to say, simply having powers doesn't mean you have to register, it's only if you're an Inhuman. The sokovia accords specifically, intentionally target Inhumans, and with that in mind there's not even a slight bit of moral ambiguity in Civil War, Tony is just completely clearly in the wrong.

That's not to say Steve gives a fuck about Inhumans either, he never even brings them up in the movie so he clearly doesn't, but he at the very least accidentally stumbled his way into the morally correct position. There's probably some kind of political commentary to be made there, but idk.

Point is, fuck team tony lmao

[amelia-mariee]

I hate when a show/movie is trying to show that like “we’re stronger together than we are apart!” so they have to write in conflict for the characters and make them all be mean to each other and all it does is pit everyone in the fandom against each other, and then the characters forgive each other and learn lessons about friendship, and the fandom is still on fire and never quite the same

[jackiequick]

What If Bucky Barnes saved a life that day? | MARVEL Fanfic

Pairing: Jason Grey Underwood & James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Setting: Flashback to December 16, 1991

Summary: It was a old winter night when a crash happened that would swirl the weekend for a world wind, as both eyes met in the chaos of it all. Becoming a interesting sight of secretive events. An old memory coming back to life?

Characters mentioned: Howard Stark, Maira Stark, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Elizabeth Stark, Daniel Sousa and Peggy Carter

Marvel Au fanfic

Warning: Angsty fic with some fluff

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Gravel crunches under the tires of the Rolls Royce as it trundles up the country road. The Winter Soldier peers through the scope and adjusts his grip, his finger ghosting over the trigger. He's been in position for hours, has watched his targets for over two weeks before this. He knows their routine.

Inside the car sat Howard driving as Maria chatted on the phone with Peggy and Jason trying to figure out a way to nap quietly. Tony was at home he refused to go and stay with his godmother Peggy Carter instead.

This is the first day of a long weekend in the Stark Family country estate. They were meant to meet some people there in the upcoming weeks.

But no one will think to look for them until at least Monday.

The Soldier takes careful aim. If he misses, he will have to eliminate his targets individually. This is much cleaner.

He fires.

With the silencer, the shot is noiseless, but the blown tire is not.

The expensive Rolls Royce had been on the final turn before a wide country driveway. It skids onto the soft shoulder, and flips on its side to slide down a steep ravine. Having the family gasping for air, shielding themselves for comfort and deeply coughing as the car takes a spinal shock.

Screaming and yelling were silence soon enough. Groans can be heard from Jason squeezing his eyes shut as a trickle of blood ran down his forehead and a few shards of glass scarred around him, his pain increased. He felt dizzy, nasty feeling twirling in his stomach and his airways feeling like they shut down for a moment.

Snapping in and out of consciousness at whimpering and soft yelling he recognized. However you could’ve sworn he was dead by his chest not puffing.

Carefully, the Soldier packs away his rifle and makes his way down the slope, dragging piles of dry brush behind him. No one will see the wreckage from the roadway.

The Soldier sees that the woman has been ejected from her seat. Maria Stark. She is dead. He mentally crosses her off his list.

Ripping away the car door from its hinges, he peers inside. Howard Stark trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth waking up in soft mumbling, alerting the others in the car.

Howard Stark opens his eyes, glances over an somewhat conscious Jason as he looks at the Soldier. There is no anger or fear in his gaze -- but something else. Something that gives the Soldier pause. This is not an expression he has seen from his targets before.

Jason’s eyes flickering open falling onto the Howard, before looking at The Solider in pain, trying to search for his gun under his seat.

He locked eyes with the Solider seeing right into his soul. His steel blue eyes deep in an unknown word he can’t trace. The pain behind the lifeless face he gave, pausing at their actions. He doesn’t pull his gun on him, one bit. It was unspoken line between both parties.

"Bucky," Howard muttered. His hands fumbling weakly at his seatbelt, but his gaze is unfocused and vague. Dying, Jason knows it. But he hears his friend say, "Don’t hurt my son if he’s next…”

The word rattles around in the Soldier's head for a few moments without purchase. Jason waits for him to make a move, trying to figure out what happened that his last breath hasn’t come. But nothing.

Howard however takes a battling breath, then his shoulders lower. He dies with his eyes half open.

His attention snaps back at his words, knowing he meant every word as Jason weakly kicked open the door. The Solider finished the job for him tugging him out of the car, scooping up the blondes hand in his. Both men locked eyes once again, confused about the quick actions.

He could snap his neck, pull a gun on him or something.

In the Soldier's pocket is a lighter -- the authorities will assume the fire sparked from the car crash and caught dry brush. The flames will cleanse all evidence he was here.

Bucky... don’t hurt my son if he’s next..

Finish the assignment, the Soldier thinks. However a part of himself couldn’t murder the blonde. He didn’t have it in him to do it. None of them would know. He wondered why the man didn’t say a word to him yet, just staring at him a glint of trouble in his eyes as he felt his hand.

Jason just he recognizes those blue eyes, allowing the man to grab his bicep now as the other was occupied by a handheld gun trying to comprehend why he wasn’t dead yet. Then it hit him, his target included him in the flesh with the dog tags around his neck or at least his wristwatch, for extra evidence of his job being completed.

His eyes wet as all he could do was follow the instructions the Solider—Bucky—gave him. Then he turns and walks into the forest with him. The Solider’s work is not complete. He will be expected to end him.

It's only then he realizes he doesn't want to. His memories felt like they were split in two when they reached a hotel. Jason told him before entering that they will need to straighten up they’re hair and clothes, coming up with a cover story to tell the recipients. Bucky refused to comment on the request but eventually gave in.

An odd couple who needed to stay the night and thankfully she brought it.

Once entering the hotel room, Bucky finally let go of his bicep not realizing he might’ve left a bruised on the blonde. The room was somewhat cozy with beds, the lights were deemed reasonable, tiny kitchen, table with chairs and a bathroom. His eyes flicker titled his heads getting a better look at the man who sat down in one of the chairs.

It rattled Bucky’s brain at the moment seeing him again in full lighting, having not seen him in the longest time. He hasn’t aged a day! It pained him as he watched his movements, trying to remember the night they met. It came in patches across the entire trip here. The memories.

That night and the morning afterwards. It stunning. His smile and glimpse of joy in his eyes.

Everyone dressed in their finest whites and browns laughing teasing one another across the room. But Bucky’s eyes stayed that weekend on the blonde man chuckling with his buddies sharing a beer. With Howard Stark.

His pals were having fun. So, all he wanted was some alone time with the man, ready to enjoy himself and he did.

His voice brought him back to the present day.

“You can take a seat, you know? Get comfortable. I’m not your handler or anything. You took me as your hostage tonight. And for what, Bucky?” He said, his tone was calming but slightly bruised feelings. Tired and hurt.

“Okay..” Bucky replies softly taking a seat, unzipping his suit a bit to allow himself to breathe, “…my mission seems to not be complete. I was expecting to end everyone in that car.”

“So why didn’t you? For the last half hour I have been trying to comprehend why you did pull the gun on me? We were in the forest, you could’ve done it..”

“Because I couldn’t. The look in both of your eyes…I didn’t’ want to. Why didn’t you defend yourself, hmm? The whole time you were silent.”

“I couldn’t defend myself assuming your actions, so I waited for you to make your decision. Now your keeping me safe, why?”

“I don’t know..”

“Yes you do. You don’t remember right? But when my—Howard said your name…you paused. I saw a look in your eyes, you regret it. You heard what he said about his son and you paused. Then looked at me.”

They locked eyes again. Jason hitched a breath, his eyes scanning every feature his face. The look of confused as if he wanted to admit something but couldn’t due to his orders. But he didn’t need to know why he murdered, the only other man to look at with such kindness and the women who took him into her heart with so much love.

The dead know everything. He would just have to accept that one day, but that didn’t mean he decided to not get a swing at Bucky for his actions. He just needed some satisfaction, some answer. By the second swing to the face, his body crumbled in pain from accident. The brunette guided him back to his seat holding his wrist.

He glared feeling weak as he looked up at Bucky again. Some urgency in his face to tell him. Both men knew it. It was silent. It was only then Bucky’s mouth opened and shut, hesitate to say it even though both men knew it all too well. He remembers all of it.

~~~~~

Hours came and went. Jason went on to take a shower after Bucky did. It was a kind offer. It was his only time to actually think.

He was flabbergasted at the sight standing underneath the water that fit his face. In that room held the face of the man he didn’t expect to see. He remember it all too well.

That weekend after that mission, he just met Howard thinking he would never see that man ever again in his life. But he was very wrong! Jason had tears in his eyes missing him so badly, the smell of his cologne still in his nose.

He remembered Howard and him being brought up to a bar. The 107th and 106th gang was there. He was talking with his buddies, along with Howard who was more interested in the bartender. She was hot.

But his eyes fell onto the one of prettiest brunette around. Sergeant Barnes.

Hell he would’ve dated him.

Honestly Jason always had a thing for brunettes since he had Howard and Violet but he loved Angie more than his life itself. As well as his darling Maria, he loved her so much.

Damn the respect people, including himself had for that man.

He remembered both men chatting afterwards enjoying each other’s company. Laughing and teasing one another every once in a while. He looked at him with such kindness and respect. It felt good.

Then he remembered the words that kickstarted the rest of the night and morning after.

Hey, Barnes stole a jeep! Yelled Howard so loudly half of bar heard it.

Next thing he remembered was all three of them riding across the streets, dropping the genius off once he saw the bartender from earlier clocked out, leading him and Barnes alone. The two rode off into the night, passing through street lights and stores glancing over at each other every so often. It felt like a breath of fresh air, laughing the whole time.

They talked about life after the way, family they were waiting for them, and hopefully new opportunities to take upon once it all over. Seeing each other again and heading to vacation for a while. He asked Bucky if he had a lady waiting for him at home and his response was a simple no. Jason remembered his eyes perk up hearing that teasing him on any lady would love to have him.

He remembered the jeep coming to a stop near a park bench on a high hill. Nobody around, just pure sliver dollar silence as the cloudy skies cleared up to reveal the moon and stars. The smell of the flowers and air as he followed the brunette up the hill, sliding over to seat next to him at the benchmark and nice autumn breeze that blew past them.

The way Bucky teased him asking if he had a chance with a girl. His reply was a honest, ‘No, i don’t know if i will settle anytime soon.’

‘Why not?’ Was his response with a smile.

‘I feel like I forgot what normal is meant to be.’

‘I get that. I feel like I didn’t really know how to live before.’

‘Hmm. Maybe, we shouldn’t settle for normal.’

The next morning. It was a sight to see. The sun was coming up, the orange light turned the field into liquid gold shining down on both men. Bucky’s head rested on his shoulder as his hand placed on his shoulder snoring softy. His own head nuzzled against the brunette humming in his sleep, waking up as the sun hit his eyes.

Jason smiled at the memories.

Since it was weekend full with sightseeing, training with his pal and meeting new ones. Sneaking off with Bucky and Howard to the stores then heading off to the restaurants for a quick bite. It was a delightful surprise how comfortable he felt about Barnes, the sweet warm in his eyes and the charming smile that he portrayed everywhere they went.

———

But now in that very room sat the brunette with longer hair, deep blue eyes and a body language that said an unknown things. He barley cracked smiled however he remembered it all. The memories that were made and he actions he took.

To anyone who knew Bucky Barnes, would say he was a bit of a distant distraction from the normal life. He dated plenty of men and women in his time. Always had a thing for people with a respectable background. Something he would come to apparently appreciate in the future.

His mind flew back to that weekend with Underwood. The laughter they shared, the drinks, the running from the bar onto the jeep that night and the hopes to see one another again.

Bucky even gave the man his number and a cheeky wink before he took off to return fight the war.

But he didn’t get the chance to call him. Or even received a phone call since he fell off that train…

The last thing he remembered before waking up to that laboratory full of scientists was dreaming about that weekend. That smile and laughter that escaped Jason’s lips. The grin he gave everyone and the wink he returned to the night.

God! If he wasn’t in this situation, he would run over to the blonde and tell him everything he knew.

But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He spared his heart by letting him live.

Bucky Barnes cared way too much to murder the man who gave him, a lifetime of memories.

He felt stupid.

But he shouldn’t. He deserved to smile. To see the man he cared for again.

“Bucky..?” Asked the blonde, coming out of the shower with wet hair and a white t-shirt giving him, a gentle smile.

“Hmm.” He responded, sucking a breath flickering his eyesight towards him.

“What’s going on that pretty little head of yours? You can tell me..”

“I um..you won’t like what you hear…i can’t..sorry.”

“I can tell enough. Your working for the other side against your will..you’ve been manipulated by them. I don’t know why you killed my..doesn’t matter.”

“…did you love ‘em?”

“Yeah..with all my heart..”

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry.”

Bucky stood up, he wanted to run. He tried to escape the room, his hand was on doorknob as his voice hitched. He was tired. Annoyed. Sad. Hurt. He looked over his shoulder to look back at the blonde.

The kindness in his eyes. He paused, letting go on the handle as he turned around to face the man. His head dropped in sorrow, facing the floor as he felt light fingertips crawl up his chin, lifting his head to meet the green eyes. Bucky wouldn’t admit it but he missed the starving touch of someone’s warmth against his cold face.

That comforting gaze that would soften his cheeks.

His blue eyes met the green eyes once again. He wanted to let his shoulders fall but he feared it would show weakness. He wanted to let out a sob, but he feared he would let his guard down. But he wasn’t with anyone who would hurt him.

He hoped that Jason wouldn’t try to hurt him, yeah sure he killed his friend however, he could see something else in his face. Sorrow and compassion. Comfort. He was in a vulnerable position.

They both were.

Jason didn’t think he would admit the words that slipped his lips but they did.

“I’m not gonna hurt..i can’t blame you for what you did. It wasn’t your fault. You hear me Bucky? It wasn’t your fault...i just missed your voice..i wish i gotten your call..” The blonde admitted with a soft gaze.

He needed to hear those words.

The brunette shoulders finally fell as his guard fell down, tears slowly shaking down his cheeks. He wouldn’t expect forgiveness for what he did, but he gotten caught up in a tingled mess. Bucky’s head fell onto Jason’s shoulder as the blonde run a hand across his back, whispering softly to his ear that he wasn’t his fault.

Never was his fault. It was a guilt they would be have to carryover until the end of time.

He’s not the villain here, he’s the victim of a crime scene. He didn’t want to do it, but he knew the whole mission had to be done.

And now, here he stood in the arms of the man who showed him some kind of love. Compassion. Reassuring words. Kindness towards him after all the mistakes he did.

He wasn’t in stupid Russia. He was in the arms of someone who treated him like a human. Not a weapon to be experienced with.

“I missed you so many times…” Jason told him, his feelings were hurt but his heart was beating quickly for the brunette in front of him.

Feeling that reached up to the surface again after years of forgetting that heartbreak. It was a weakness inside him, when he looked at someone like Bucky Barnes.

Love? Was it some kind of love? Lust?

Possibly. It was a single weekend they both shared but it felt good. Freeing from the issues the world has been facing. A war.

Bucky eyes were pooled as a sob reckoned his body, he crumbled into Jason’s arms. He remembers the warmth and kindness theses are showed him that late night.

All he wanted now, was to faced him and beg for the blonde to help him with the hidden wound he tried to patch up eariler but failed to do so. However he knew he didn’t need to beg for help, he was already getting it. He was allowed to let his guard down for once in a long time.

It felt good, real good.

“J..JJ..I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry for what I did.” Bucky admitted with a chocked sob, “I didn’t expect to see you again after all theses years..and I have to return back soon…but I don’t want to..”

“I know you don’t…I know you have to return but when you do, I want to know that you survived so long and I’m proud of you. You did the hard part and one day you will get a better break..” Jason told him, trying to find the words to express how he felt.

“When..?”

“I don’t know when or how you will get a chance to breathe again but you will Bucky, all I could hope is for you to be happy one day...and for now, I’m going to give you one.”

“Huh? JJ I can’t let you do that..I’m already in so much trouble soon..”

“Let me fix your wound..like I used to?”

“I’ll like that…uh, are you okay?”

“I will be..”

Jason gently guided Bucky to the edge of the bed, waiting for him remove his jacket so he saw the badly cleaned wound. He found a first aid kit and started to clean it correctly, with such ease and gentleness asking if it stings every so often. Bucky started to smile down at the blonde who cleaned his wounds. He noticed the cuts and bruises on his face and arms.

Bucky winced as he softly muttered, “Sorry…”

“Don’t be..I’ve been though worse.” Jason said with a soft smile.

“You got better at this..”

“Yeah well, with the plenty of injuries I kinda had to..”

“You’ve been injured before?”

“Fights and missions in my own line of business..”

“How are you still alive?”

“Same as you, my body is frozen in time. But that’s a story for another time…”

“…are you uh, married? Kids?”

“Oh? Um, no. I couldn’t find anyone who could deal with my burdens. I mean I loved and lost before but i wouldn’t want anyone to suffer a lie that isn’t theirs..”

“Do i wanna ask?”

“I think it’s best not to. I mean, I’m not asking for anything about your line of work or lifestyle. We don’t need to talk about it.”

“Where are you going after this?”

“I uh, don’t know yet..I need to keep the wounds on and build another cover story. But I’ll figure it out later..”

“And now?”

This time, Jason looked up with a soft smile once he finished cleaning and patching him up correctly, as he shrugged. His green eyes burden so much hurt, love and confusion that carried so much depth behind that. Bucky would’ve loved to take that away, anyone would have given him a chance to breath during this time.

He doesn’t know what he did to describe or even deserve this one thing from him.

But sure as hell he was grateful for it.

“Do you ever…wonder what life would’ve been like if none of this ever…uh..um, happened?” Bucky asked, sounding kinda stupid the way his words slurred, “.. I would’ve loved to hang out with our buddies a lot more and date around..”

“Well I would’ve been married, with a kid or two..we would’ve lived closed by to your house..” Jason said with a small smile taking a few pauses as he thought, “…maybe you and me would sneak off for a night at the bar..”

“…I would’ve married Dot..god I loved her..and you would’ve gotten Angie..that was her name, right? I remember her eyeing you a lot..”

“Yeah, Angie Martinelli..I loved her way before I knew she would’ve been friends with Peggy Carter..but times change.”

“You haven’t..”

“You can say that…”

“What about us? If I wasn’t Hydra…where d-did you work after the war?”

“Uh, the SSR..now it’s SHIELD..you would’ve loved it. Hell, I think you would’ve loved Elizabeth.”

A smile crept up Bucky’s lips at the reminder of Elizabeth Stark’s name.

She was smart, sweet as candy, gorgeous, a wildcard and a total badass in his eyes. He got flashes of her face and the moment they met after he was rescued by the others. She was one of the most beautiful and kindness ladies he ever met, greeting each other with so much respect.

She teased him about a dates and he gave her his number. As they were spending night just chatting on the phone at hotels and campsites available for calls. He remembered promising another date before the war ended.

But never did live up to that promise. He hoped she was alright.

Jason noticed the look on his face and gave him a gentle smile, “Hey..it’s alright. We all miss her.. and i know you did the best you could do with the time we had in the war..”

“I know..I know..sometimes I wish I didn’t fall into the woods and that I held onto that railing…but it wasn’t my intention for any of it..it never was. I had a clear goal that day and it got turned into something else…I’m sorry for everything..” Bucky admitted looking down for a moment.

“It wasn’t your fault, okay? None of us could’ve predicted any of this to happen to our lives..but we are surviving and that’s all we can do..”

“I can only imagine what you’ve seen and been though over all theses years..”

“Don’t worry about me..I can handle it…or so I hope I can….what else do you remember?”

“A lot of it..sometimes it comes in flashes..”

“Such as?”

“…this blonde haired man..tall..blue eyes..”

“Ohh..”

“There was a old knock off comic book, I saw it a few days ago…Captain America, I think it is was?”

“Yeah, a lot of countries and states still sell them…and? You remember anything..?”

“I um..I know him, I think i do? I know I do…who is he?..Rogers…”

“...he was your best friend, Bucky…Steve Rogers.”

The name rattled in Bucky’s brain for a few short minutes as he stayed silent. Searching his eyes waiting for a sign as he stayed biting his bottom lip, sniffling trying to remember.

He remembers it. The face, the name, and the sound of his voice.

His best friend til the end of the line…

Jason took out his wallet, rummaging though the brown leather until he pulled out a small picture. A tiny one of the night at the bar that a photographer grabbed. He handed it to Bucky, as his fingers crossed the old photograph as his eyesight got blurry. Fresh tears came rolling in.

“Steve.” The brunette muttered, as the flashes of memories came back better than ever, like someone clicked the undo button.

“You have this?” Bucky asked mumbling about the picture in his hand.

Jason nods, “I like to keep old photographs in my wallet..that one was supposed to be for Peggy, uh Carter, to keep..she wanted it framed.”

“He looks..i look..oh god Steve..how could i—? How could I forget his face of all people?”

“It’s not your fault. HYDRA..they did it. They don’t want you to remember of this, because they know something might happen..”

“…did they ever take you..?”

“They tried. Once. In the 40s, a lot of Russian men and women. They kidnapped me during a mission..they almost wiped my mind..i mean, they kinda did..”

“..you don’t remember a lot either?”

“Some memories came and went..just like you, the situation it feels a little fuzzy. But I’m okay. We’re both okay…do you remember anything about Steve?”

“I remember a lot..before and after the war when i fell, I remember the memories of him..”

Bucky had a look in his eyes as if he’s reliving a memory. He let out a light chuckle and sniffled, “..he’s a little punk. I told him to not do anything stupid…”

Jason just watched Bucky in that moment. He didn’t say a word. Just listen to him as he mumbled and muttered softly with a light smile at his memories. A look in his eyes seemed to return as he watch him.

Some lightning of gentle glee in the brunette’s eyes as he talked, running his fingers crossed his long brown hair and catching the other man’s eyes every now and then.

“..do you remember your full name..?” The blonde asked softly, after being silent for so long leaning against the bed.

“Mhmm…more or less..i don’t like it..” The brunette admitted, matching his soft tone.

“..James Barnes..I always liked Bucky better..”

“..i think i was a good friend, right? I was good enough that it became my nickname..?”

“Well, I remember you did say that Steve gave you that nickname when you were kids..so i think you were a great friend..”

“..and was i good to you?..am i good to you?”

“What do you think?”

“..i think i was good to you?..i hurt you though..i hurt a lot of people’s feelings..i know it..”

“It wasn’t you. I can’t blame you, for hurting me or those people..”

“..why are you so good..to me? The world has been cruel to me..”

The blonde gave him a small smile, tugging some hair out of his face for a second and let out of a breath before standing up. Jason knew why he was good to Bucky Barnes. The world is a cruel place fulled with cruel people and niceness isn’t something everyone gets. He should know.

In his eyes, the brunette deserves some kindness and attention after everything.

“The world is cruel and hard and if it sees any bit of light..it will crushes it. And you deserve a chance to feel cared for, not be seen as a weapon. Or an experiment..” Jason said with a soft gaze.

His words meant more than he lead on.

“It sounds like your talking from experience..” Bucky replies, fumbling with his sleeves.

“I sorta am. And how i seen it, your more than what they made you to be.”

“You know…your the only thing that makes sense right now to me..thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

———

The rest of the night went as follows. The silence of fallen snow along with the sound of plates clanging together then dropped into the small sink. They were able to get food and water from the hotel, and able to find some form of entertainment on TV.

Hell, they found some extra clothing left in a closet to borrow for some time.

Both of them stayed in comfortable silence, giving all smiles and having conversations.

It was late. Very late into the night when tiredness started to take fold. It was mostly Jason who was tired, trying to nurse a tiny headache meanwhile Bucky was just resting his head on a pillow.

“You should rest..” Bucky said softly, resting his head against his curled in arms.

“You first.” Jason replied with a soft tease in his voice, looking over his shoulder.

“Hilarious..at least take a nap.”

“I’m fine..”

“What’s wrong?”

“Should i be the one to ask you that?”

“Jason. What’s going on?”

“..how can i rest knowing what i know now..? I’m not mad about anything, just sad and tired..surprised.”

“Why?”

“It’s Christmas time, Bucky. I lost a lot my friend beforehand..my nephew hates his father..and some others are god knows where..”

“..i’m sorry. It’s my fault your gone..they’re gone.”

“No it’s not..our Christmas was already a messy one, before you showed up..no one really cares about the holiday too much anymore.”

“So i sorta saved your Christmas?”

“I guess you did.”

Both men let out a small chuckle at the last comment. It was the holiday season and here they are in the mist of it all, hiding out til morning or early afternoon. It wasn’t so bad, per say since they weren’t alone in the slightest bit but they would’ve liked it to be in better circumstances. Jason knew he wasn’t gonna enjoy this holiday season as much as he used to, and seeing Bucky was a surprise to say the least.

But a serious secret he would have to keep, like other things he kept secret from the world.

He knew he would have to return back home soon, change his whole identity once again and transfer any information onto new documents, like he did every December reach the end of a decade.

Bucky watched him, move across the room to reach forward and grab a few dusty books from the small group of shelves. It confused Bucky onto what he was he doing, seeing the man pick up a napkin and a pencil. He watched him scramble and scribble onto the napkin, crossing things down as he went. He justified his own actions against the questions he had, leaning over to get a closer look at the actions Jason silently took.

It made him wonder how much times he did this in pure silence as the TV played as background noise. His bets were 15 times a day, once every couple of months? He saw titles of different types being scripted on the napkin, but it wasn’t clear to him because of subtle it was written, where it look like a small riddle or rhyme in a children’s book.

He watched Jason pick up on the paused that he made, looking over at the TV Christmas movie that was set up on the screen.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Bucky muttered, turning the volume of the movie up to an 8.

“Hm?” Jason answered, resting book against the bedside table.

“The napkin. The books. You look like a mad man.”

“Hilarious, Barnes. I’m just tinkering with something, a new theme..”

“N-new theme?”

“Uh, new alias, I guess..”

“Walk me through this, for I can understand what you mean..because I think I get it.”

“You were sent to murder Mr and Mrs. Stark, not knowing they would have an extra passenger seated in the back, right?”

“HYDRA assumed that Stark would have a party or something following him to his drive but they didn’t confirm that being the case. They want anyone who was in the car, as witnesses or something to be dead..you were there.”

“Exactly. I was there, they didn’t even bother to confirm if Stark would have another passenger there like his son or his best friends. But they want evidence of the murder, you shot the sirens and cameras right?”

Bucky gave him a look as if he was stupid or something, of course he shot the cameras. Jason cleared his throat after that look he received, getting his answer. That was also when Bucky realized what he means and where he’s getting at. A new cover story, an alias and everything after tonight. It made him wonder how many times has he done this routine before.

Bucky sighed, “I see what you’re doing. I get it, I do and you won’t tell me anything about the alias to keep you safe..for HYDRA doesn’t ask me question, they might as well wipe my mind after this mission is over..”

“Hm, yeah. I’ve done this before and I’ll do it a million times over.” Jason repiled, handing the brunette an old school pin from his jacket marked with dried up blood and sighed, “This is mine.”

“What the hell is this?”

“Old school SSR pin, every single agent had one. Howard had copy in his jacket pocket that you didn’t take, they won’t know the difference between the signs of the pin, that’s your evidence.”

“Ja-I can’t take it. It’s yours..it’s evidence but still..”

“They might want evidence, Bucky. I won’t need it, not where I’m going. I have everything else at home..I’m glad Howard died with his pin in his pocket, it meant he created everything he could for the organization’s future and I would have to return back to SHIELD without mine..”

“You’re an idiot. They will know you don’t have yours, won’t they?”

He shook his head this time, he had that one covered. With all the years he lived, he made sure he had a copy of everything he could possibly own and could be used for travel tucked away in a small area at his house. Certain items stayed within that box and others were thrown away, to not stir any controversy over him. Jason wasn’t that stupid.

It made Bucky wonder however, if he didn’t murder Jason Underwood allegedly since it seemed like that name died for the public a long time ago, then what alias did he take down within that flamed car earlier? It was better he didn’t know that particular name until later, when asked. He just nodded instead with a soft sigh.

The rest of the night was spend a rather sleepless one, due to Bucky wondering and reloading his equipment, packing up everything needed to return back to work soon. Meanwhile Jason stayed sat on the bed, trying to rematch up his own wounds and rewrite in his mind the way to get back home without any deep questions. His cover was the easiest part, he was badly hurt which was truth and wasn’t thinking straight due to having an unlimited amount of time.

His mind ran across to only responsive person he knew who would grab him what was needed was Daniel Sousa, no questions asked, without Peggy on his back door for too long pondering what happened.

Bucky was half asleep, his head rested on the pillow with a soft smile watching the blonde chuckling softly to himself. Jason was resting in his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling humming a soft tune as his eyes glanced over at the brunette who was staring right at him. His piercing blue eyes connected with his green ones in a shimmer of the bedroom lights. If it wasn’t for the night he wouldn’t have blushed more easily as he should have.

“What? Can’t find the confidence to look me in the eyes, Underwood?” Bucky said with a grin, chuckling as he let out a sigh he didn’t realize he was holding. He might as well be flirting.

“Watch it, Barnes. Last person who looked at me that way, i ended up on a hill in France.��� Jason added shaking his head, returning the effortlessly warm grin.

“Ohh who was the lucky one?”

“You know who. For someone who just finished a murder mission, you’re awfully flirty with me.”

“I didn’t want to do it..you know that. It’s just seeing you all relax..makes me forget about everything, you know?”

“I know..despite that whole look of yours, I’m actually digging the number you’re wearing..it’s stupid..I’m delusional.”

“If you’re delusional then I’m sure as gone.”

The two of them softly chuckled.

Jason softly smiled, “Hey.”

“Hm?” Bucky replied staring back at him again.

“You look..good.”

“I uh..I feel good.”

They shift in their respective positions, rolling over in bed to face the other person in a more comfortable manner. Despite all the stress and frustration that they feel about tonight, the moment they looked at each other’s faces, it all melted away.

Hydra, being on the run, Shield, keeping lies to themselves and begging for the truth not to come back to haunt them—all of that? It drifted over to the back of their minds like it was nothing.

Funny, how seeing someone who you missed so much time with can do to a person.

As if, it was written in stone by the gods above to somehow be interwoven in each other’s life one way or another. Jason and Bucky shouldn’t be allowed to share such a secretive moment together, tucked away in some hotel room after such a harsh encounter, yet here they are. Both cold and alone in the mist of the night, despite the central heating system wrapping around the ground, it seems like it would barely survive the hours up ahead.

“I missed you..” Jason admitted, as his voice lowered to a whisper but the brunette heard it.

Bucky was taken back by his words as he melted a little and returned to confession, “…so did I. I uh, I missed you a lot..”

“It was some silly night but I remember it, you know?”

“You remember the rest of the week? We sneaked off to every other store to find the best souvenir but ended up at a ice cream parlor instead.”

“Didn’t we share an ice cream together?”

“Cause they only had a couple scoops of Rocky Road left! You do remember.”

Bucky roared a laugh as Jason grinned.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t in his eyes, nor was the Agent at SHIELD in his own.

Just two old men, Jason Grey and James Buchanan.

There was a lot bending on their hands with the horrific incident that occurred in front of their eyes, yet neither side had the slightest intention to bring it up again for a long time. Yes, Jason could’ve shot him while stuck in this hotel and Bucky could’ve done the same at any point, but they didn’t dare to do so.

Jason knew if he did, HYDRA would’ve been after him in a matter of weeks and it would take longer for him to recover and return home to his life in California. Bucky knew if he killed him, it would’ve been another kill in his books that would haunt him forever and he made a silent promise to Howard Stark to not go after his son, in response he needed the blonde to return home alive.

Aside from the obvious mess brewing upon them and lack of self respect, if it was up to Jason and Bucky, the two would run away together. Be hidden away from the world until everything died down and they could start somewhere else, have a better chance to escape the chaos and breathe.

Yet, it wasn’t in the cards for either of them.

Instead both men ate whatever snacks found in the refrigerator and vending machines in the halls, watching the crappy old movies on television as they stayed chatting until dawn…

…the morning sunlight peaked through the shades of the hotel that very first alarm to strike upon the room, cracking open the notion that this wasn’t a dream, everything that happened last night was just fact.

The second clue to this alarming trend was that the other bed was emptied out, paneling over the bed closes to the door as glimpses of the blonde and brunette snoring calmly. Fully clothed, wearing some fabric they found in one of the closets comfortable enough to rest in. Bucky’s hand lay across Jason’s chest as the blonde hummed in his sleep with his fact turned toward the brunette’s direction.

Both curled underneath the blanket for warmth, breathing deeply into the air surrounding the room. The pillows were soft, the mattress kept itself polished and comfortable, as blankets were stacked one over the other beneath the pair.

The third striking feature of the set was the moment Bucky slowly turned to his left, letting out a soft groan as he fluttered his eyes open. He squeezed his eyes for a second to breathe in the silence and light that filled his senses, meeting the sleeping gaze of the blonde man.

He only felt a slight smile reaching his lips, as the memory of last night slowly wired in his brain, where the two were watching on a movie then nodding off on his bed unexpectedly, the temperature dropped as it resulted in finding a couple more blankets to keep warm. A part of him should shiver and regret this folding turn of events that took place.

But he couldn’t shake off the pressure of leaving him in the hotel alone after all of this is over. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t think twice and find a way to escape this situation, bringing the other with him for just a little while. Despite the high urge to do something about it, he couldn’t get himself to disappear from the bed and leave the key behind.

Instead he stayed, watching every tall tale feature the blonde had to offer his memories.

“..mornin’..” Mumbled Jason softly and ever so gently as his eyes stayed closed.

It almost startles Bucky at the sudden voice reaching his ears but nonetheless he smiles, “..m-morning.”

There was a peaceful silence that drafted between them.

“How did you sleep?” Asked the blonde, slowly opening his eyes turning to get a glimpse of the brunette.

And by god, James Barnes wasn’t allowed to look this well at the crack of dawn. His long dark locks curled around the edges of the pillow, his blue eyes shining in the sunlight and the cool metallic hand rested on his chest just as comfortably.

After a long second, Bucky responded, “I uh, I slept well actually..”

“I bet.” Jason joked, bringing a light smile to his face.

That caused a crash of light chuckle to fill the air.

The morning went pretty well. The two stayed in bed staring at the ceiling and stealing glances half of the time, enjoying the light banter. Eventually Bucky crawled out of bed and got himself in the shower, then soon went Jason’s turn to freshen up.

After a long period of time of declining interest in food, Jason’s stomach growls as he grabbed himself a sandwich from the hotel bar and a couple of drinks from the vending machine. He may or may not have taken a couple of bucks out of the brunette’s wallet that morning.

But he repaid him with a sandwich and a bottle of water, despite Bucky’s light glares he couldn’t be bothered to give a remark as hunger strikes. He just ate calmly and hummed a small smile to the man.

Sadly enough, the time they had spent together came to a close. Items were packed, stitches were wrapped and clothing was tucked away for any cleaning lady to come in later. Jason sat on the bed buckling his bootstraps and cuffing his socks into place, as his gaze turned to the man who was fumbling with his jacket once more. Bucky nodded, getting the last clasp secured on his jacket and swung his bag over his shoulder.

The two had a seamless idea to leave the hotel one after the other, in order to not stir up any wondering eyes or glimpses of controversy in the air. Yes, the thought was more than simple for anyone to follow along if they were looking too closely but neither was willing to take that chance.

Barnes was first to leave.

Neither said a word, just kept their gaze afar from another.

As Bucky stood by the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob, a sudden wave of emotion washed over him once his gaze fell on Jason for the 5th time this morning. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving without expressing the depth of his feelings and gratitude towards the man.

He didn't know if he would retreat or regret this later on, however at the moment, he didn't care to dwell on those thoughts.

With a swift and decisive movement, Bucky turned around, closing the distance between them in an instant. A finger hung under the blonde's chin, staring into each other's eyes. Without a second later, his lips met Jason's with a gentle and tender touch, a silent testament to the unspoken words that lingered between them.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as they shared the intimate embrace, the weight of their emotions hanging heavy in the air.

Jason's initial surprise quickly melted into a reciprocal response, his body instinctively leaning in to meet Bucky's kiss. Their lips moved together in a dance of longing and affection, each moment filled with a sense of warmth and belonging that neither wanted to let go of.

When they finally parted, there was a softness in their smiles, an understanding that transcended words. It was a silent agreement, a shared moment of mutual affection and longing that bound them together in ways they couldn't fully comprehend.

A couple of milliseconds past, standing there in pure silence.

Bucky once turned to leave, a smile graced his lips, his heart filled with a newfound sense of peace and contentment. The door closed behind as he turned towards the steps leading himself to the first floor of the hotel.

Jason watched him go, still slightly breathless from the unexpected kiss, a part of him couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief at the whirlwind of emotions that had swept over them both.

And as they went their separate ways, the memory of that fleeting moment lingered in the air, a reminder of the small yet somehow profound connection they shared...

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Ahhh! Couldn't resist writing for this unexacting pairing, this has been in my drafts for a year now and decided to finally post it. Anyways let me know what you think. Remember to like, comment and share

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Civil Agent (Part 2)

Leon x GN!Reader

Words: 1,850 Contains: Slight Angst, Comfort, Leon protecting Reader.

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Sitting in the back room where all the kegs and extra bottles and cans were, Leon was knelt in front of you. He listened intently as you explain what you saw on your door and the movement of the shadow inside your house. You were trying your best not to cry, but after telling Leon about everything you couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears that had been blurring your vision the entire time finally spill over your bottom lid, falling to your lap as others slide down your cheek.

"I said out loud I forgot something in the Park, I just hope they didn't follow me here. But I ran.." You explained wiping your white dress shirt over your eyes and cheeks to get rid of the tears as you sniff.

Leon looks around and sees a box of tissues on a table in the corner of the room. Walking over there his left arm holds his right forearm to support it, taking the box of tissues and offering it to you. You take the box and pull out a square of the soft paper to blow your nose, wiping your eyes with the folded side. "You should sling up your arm." You state trying to take your mind off everything.

"I'm fine."

"No.. You're not. Sit." You demand as you stand up and motion to where you had just been sitting. Leon just sighs and sits down as instructed, there was no point in fighting you, besides, he was far too tired. Sitting down he leans against the wall, head making a quiet bonk sound as he completely leant into the old, stone wall for support. You could see just how tired he was and you felt guilty about keeping him up. It was currently almost 5am, and you were feeling the heaviness of your own eyes. Once he was sat and comfortable you walk through another door, leading further away from the bar and open a metal cabinet on the wall. You manage to find a sling amongst all the different first aid items in there, closing the cabinet and door as you make your way back over to Leon.

His eyes were closed, head still resting back on the wall, you didn't know how long this man had been awake for. He must have been dozing because when you tuck the sling under his right elbow he flinched, head jolting upright. Leon looks up to you before relaxing his body back against the wall again. "It alright, it's just me." You say as you reach around the back of his neck to tie it up.

"Thank you." He says quietly.

You smile at each other for a moment, your nerves had seemed to calm since talking to him, more so once you decided to take care of Leon's injured arm. The moment was short lived when Leon heard the whirring of a minigun outside, turning his head to where he hear the sound.

"What is th-!!" You were suddenly tackled to the ground, Leon's hand at the back of your head so you didn't hit it on the hard stone-like floor. His body laying atop yours as the spray of ammunition takes out the fridges beside you. Your arms tucked at yours and Leon's chest as you huddle into him, letting out a shriek of fear.

When it had finished the both of your were covered in glass and a mix of alcohol and soft drink. Feeling the stickiness of your skin your wipe your face as Leon stands up pulling out a gun from his back awkwardly with his left hand.

"You have a GUN!" You shouted in a hushed whisper.

Leon just looked to you from the side of his eye and stands up putting a finger to his lips to shushing you silently. You do as you were told, but don't move, you were too scared to. He walks silently over to the doorway that leads to the pub bench and bar tender area. The front door was completely blown off it's hinges and stepping through is a large man. He was definitely infected with something to be that big, wearing a black robe he had nothing in his hands. Leon looks to the door you had gone through moments ago to get the sling for him. Mouthing if there was an exit out through there.

You nod your head and Leon motions with his nose for you to get out of here. You stand to your feet stepping on some glass that was all around and on you.  Leon looks to the large man that had entered, his head now turned in the direction he heard you standing up. Leon stepping through the doorway slightly and shoots at the man with his left hand. Missing the first 2 shots but the other 3 hit his chest and head. It only slowed him down a little bit, Leon turned to the door seeing you had left through another one with shining exit sign above it. Removing the sling once again, Leon throws it on the bench and runs out behind the bar, leading the man away from you. Shooting at the him now with his right hand, his left helping hold it up as he fires 4 rounds into the man's head, who falls to the ground on his back. Leon leaps over the tall bench and stands amongst the tables and chairs. The room was dark but Leon could use that to his advantage.

Still training his handgun on the man on the ground, he knew that couldn't be it for him. He had dealt with too many things to know just a few bullets to the head wasn't going to stop this guy. The large man wasn't moving however, so Leon cautiously sneaks over to him, the carpeted flooring of the large pub made it easier for him to be silent. Standing a metre away from the man, Leon kicked his large booted foot to see if he got any reaction. With incredible speed the man shot up, grabbing Leon around the neck causing him to make a "Hrk" sound.

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You had run around the side of the building, carefully looking around the corner to see if anyone else was out the front. Only the mini gun lay on the ground in front of the entrance to the pub, this must have been the man in your house? You slowly walk to the front of the building, the gunshots had stopped so you peer into the  smashed window. Leon was hanging in the air by his throat, his gun being swat out of his hand as he tried to raise it to the man's head. You had to do something!

Running to the open doorway you rip a sharp piece of wood from the threshold and run at the man, the force pushed it through his back impaling him. The large man shouts in a deep growl, letting go of Leon who drops to the ground with a hard thud. Even on carpet you could hear how hard he landed. You rush over to him, picking up his gun on the way and grabbing under his left arm, pulling him to his feet.

"We have to go!" Leon says with urgency and grabs your hand, still not steady on his feet he pulls you outside to his bike.

You stand there looking back into the pub as Leon started inspecting his bike quickly. "Leon, I don't think your bike has scratches on it. Can we just go?!"

"Not what I'm checking for." He said laying on his back. He reaches up to pull something off the bottom of the fuel tank, throwing it to the ground you saw a small metal disk with a red flashing light.

"Oh.." You say, your attention suddenly being drawn to the man standing up and pulling the wood out of his back, turning to the doorway. "Leon.."

He gets off the ground and sits on his bike, pulling the key from his pocket. "Get on!" He says and you don't hesitate. Sliding on behind him you wrap your arms around his body, eyes still watching the man now ducking through the threshold of the entrance.

The bike roars into life and you take off down the road, speeding through the streets and onto the main freeway. You pass many cars on their way to work early in the morning, the sun soon wanting to come up. Your face was still buried in the back of Leon's leather jacket, your arms holding onto him as tight as possible, legs squeezing Leon's hips. He turns off the freeway and starts heading into the hills, your eyes opening once you had realised there were no more lights shining on you. Seeing trees and the sides of the hills as you wind around corners. Leon felt your head lift away from his back, but your grip still holding him tight. 

Eventually after 20 minutes of speeding through the hills Leon pulls into a driveway and stops in front of a large house.

"Hop off and head inside." He said over the purring of the engine. He digs through his jacket pocket and pulls out some keys as you slide off the bike. He hands them to you and drives off to take his bike around the back of the large, two story-looking, modern, white house. You didn't want to admire it right now, just wanting to get inside to safety. You walk up the wooden stairs onto the porch to the double white doors you try the different keys, getting the right one on the 3rd try. Turning the key you enter the house and put the keys in a ceramic bowl on a short table with drawers and doors. You hear the footsteps of boots walking up the wooden steps behind you and spin around as fast as lightning.

"Easy.." Leon put his left arm up, his right arm across his front, right hand holding his left side. "It's just me."

You guard goes down and you step back, further into the house to allow Leon to enter as well. He closed the door and locks it, turning on the light beside it for the room. You see an open area. Not much furniture, a large grey lounge in the middle of the large space and a big flat screen tv over against the wall. It was almost hidden by the stairs to your left, leading up to a loft area above your head and to the right. On the first level to your right were rooms under the loft, one looking to be a guest room. You walk further into the house soaking it all in when you heard a hiss from Leon, turning around you see him sliding down against the doors, still holding his left side.

"Leon?! What's wrong?!" You asked, reaching outr to him with your left arm. You stop in your tracks when you notice your white sleeve was no longer white. It was soaked in red, eyes widening. You look back to him as he pulled his right hand from his side showing it was also now dripping with blood.

"Shit.." He whispered to himself. 

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Steve & Peggy | Photographs

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I always had this headcanon of Peggy Carter being the Winter Soldier. She’d go on the run with Steve and the crew after Civil War and there would be some spots of levity or romance… waking up in some abandoned warehouse in who knows where.

Enter this piece. It’s been finished and sitting in my Procreate folder for a good 5 years.

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this one gets to escape, you'd already know what the others were atp. [disperses into particles]

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The best thing that the mcu has done is cast Hayley Atwell