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[mementoasts]

good boy

[snarkwrites]

FFT: girls,girls,girls; bucky barnes

Notes:

This got buried soooo deep in my archives and it’s kinda sad. Because I really liked it and felt like it turned out really well. Anyway, here it is. Heavily implied alpha / omega dynamics. One day, I’m gonna write so many fics for the MCU but Idk when...

Summary:

Bucky does not like the fact that Talia volunteered to get up on a stage and play distraction. So Bucky takes matters into his own hands, much to the amusement of Talia, his Omega.

Pairing:

Bucky Barnes x OFC, Talia

Warnings:

uhhh.. mentions of a nightclub/strip club, heavily implied alpha and omega dynamics kindaish.. 

The last place he wanted to be was doing a covert op in a strip club and yet, here he was. “Are we nearly done with this?” Bucky’s clipped tone echoed through Natasha’s earpiece and she glanced at the stage, worried. Talia should’ve been about to come out. All she had to do was get up close and personal with the man in the front of the stage in the white suit and snag his passcard.

Bucky nearly fell off the stool when the music changed and the curtain opened, revealing Talia in a flimsy negligee. “What the fuck?”

“Language, Buck.” Steve said it calmly, but he liked the whole idea about as much as his best friend did. He wasn’t sure who the hell got this green lighted by Fury, but he had the feeling that if Bucky did find out who did, Bucky was probably going to lose his temper and it was not going to be pretty by any means.

“I repeat.. what the fuck.” Bucky shot Steve a firm glare from his position as his entire body tensed. “She’s just a kid. And you all know the situation.” he groaned as he felt his skin tightening, his human hand gripping the bar’s edge as he stared intently at the stage and the table in front of it, laser focused. Nothing could happen to her, he’d break the man in half. Fury was going to have hell to pay when this was over, of that much, Bucky Barnes was absolutely certain.

“She volunteered. She’s danced before. And she was formerly a professional thief. Besides, if you want to be technical, by your logic, you and Steve and I are still ‘just kids’.. She’s 25. She’s a grown woman. She said she could handle it, so she’s handling it… Goddamn is she though. The situation wouldn’t be a situation if you’d just explain things to her, Bucky. How are we supposed to stop her, hm? She was hell bent on doing this.” Natasha was barely hiding the smirk on her face at the way Bucky seemed to be tensed up all over. She watched  the stage, watching Talia’s slow and deliberately seductive movements and a glance back at Bucky revealed that she was not the only one watching their new agent like a hawk. Bucky’s human hand gripped the edge of the bar he sat with his back to and he shifted on the stool, opening his legs. Steve nudged him. “You’re gonna give yourself away, be cool. There’s nothing either of us can do about this. Fury signed off on it. All we can do is let her get the passcard and get the hell out of here.”

“How the hell am I supposed to be calm, Steve, when she’s up there.. Like that? Explain that to me because I’m dyin to know.”

Bucky had taken all he could of her dancing. He stood, shoving through the crowd, taking a spot directly behind the table of their target, the blade he carried drawn and concealed. The man was too drunk, trying to be handsy. Bucky knew the rules for these types of places, so he sauntered up behind the man and cleared his throat next to the man’s ear.

“Ne trogay zhenshchin, mudak” Bucky was about to raise the knife just as Talia raised her head and winked, slipping off the man’s lap, taking the fist full of money he offered -and the wallet she’d managed to steal along with his passcard, as she hurried quickly towards the changing room.

Bucky caught up to her, grabbing her roughly by the hips, pressing her against the wall. “The next time you get a bright idea to help on a mission, doll..” he was leaning down, blue eyes fixed hungrily on her quivering lower lip as he continued, “I’d suggest you didn’t do somethin like this.”

Talia swallowed hard, brown eyes fixing on his ice blue ones as she gripped hold of the black leather jacket he was wearing, giving a teasing giggle as if everything he was doing right now hadn’t thrown her completely off guard because she definitely hadn’t expected it. She hadn’t expected him to care at all, if she had to be perfectly honest.

They barely spoke. When they did, it was to argue or storm away from each other.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Bucky pressed into her a little harder, taking the passcard and pocketing it. “You almost got in over your fucking head back there, dollface. Do you have any clue what those fucking pricks were talking about doing to you if they caught you out in the parking lot after you left work tonight? Because I know Russian, doll. And I heard every single word.”

“So? I’m expendable to SHIELD.” Talia tried to shrug it off and act as if she didn’t care and it only seemed to make those baby blues of his flash a deeper and stormier blue with silent anger. He nodded to the man’s wallet, which she’d also stolen, holding out his hand. “Give me that.” he snapped, taking the wallet and turning on his heel sharply, every intention of walking away as fast as he could, lest he get in over his head explaining exactly why her little skin show -or the fact that she was so goddamn good at dancing like that in front of a room full of men, bothered him. Talia wasn’t satisfied to just let it go, so she shoved through some of the bouncers, catching up to Bucky just as he hung up the leather jacket he’d swiped from the bouncer’s coat rack back in it’s place. She turned him around, glaring up at him, her mouth opening and closing and her hand on her hip.

“Doll, don’t.”

“ I want to know what the fuck your problem is, sir.” the tone came out in her best ‘officer’s voice’ and she glared up at him, defiantly. Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “No, trust me, no you don’t.”

“I demand to know, Sergeant Barnes.” Talia smirked as she said it, watching the way those baby blues flashed a brighter blue and he gripped her hip, rubbing her against him, staring down, swallowing hard.

“It’s out of your pay grade right now, darlin.” that heavy Brooklyn accent got heavier all of a sudden and Bucky growled against her lips in a much quieter whisper, “But I’m gonna have t’ tell ya soon.” as he crashed his lips against her lips, dominating a deep and desperate and almost bruising lips as he held one of her hands over her head.

Apparently, she had no clue what she was.. To him, or overall. Now this was going to be.. Tricky to explain at best. Messy as hell by the time her heat took over.

Bucky turned sharply on his heels and shoved his way back through the crowd, stepping into the alley way to calm down. He had to get away from her, he could feel himself slipping into rut…