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dimlylittorch · 2 months ago

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i’m trying to write my longer fics but this won’t get out of my brain so we gotta write it out

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18+ drabble mdni

(for chubby!pre-op!transmasc!reader’s - warnings: terms like boycunt, pussy, clit, good boy, etc)

steve and bucky being the sweet gay couple next door to your apartment. offering you leftovers from their dinner, claiming they made too much on accident (they actually just want any excuse to see you but we don’t talk about that-)

they seem to be the picture perfect couple ! they have two dogs, a golden retriever and a black lab. They go to the gym together every day in their tight gym shorts, always making sure to flash you a smile whenever they see you (they’ve also developed a habit of hanging out outside shirtless whenever they know you’re there)

They had everything going for them! Great jobs, both healthy and happy, a nice apartment and a sweet neighbor like yourself. And I mean.. even you could tell. They had a great sex life. It was to be expected with how they both look like they were built by the gods themselves. But you.. you had a little extra level of confirmation.

you didn’t mean to listen. I mean really, they were pretty goddamn loud. You were certain they’d gotten noise complaints from other neighbors.. but you never reported them. It was embarrassing- I mean really embarrassing. Listening to the sweet happy couple fuck nasty every night wasn’t exactly a normal thing to do. But honestly? Your masturbating game has been up more than ever. Porn always made you cringe, and reading could only do so much. But having a real performance right next door through the paper thin walls? Christ.

You always made sure to stay quiet- how embarrassing would it be if one day your neighbors had to knock on your door and say ‘hi can you please stop touching yourself to the sound of us fucking?’ You refused to let that happen- even if it meant you had to keep a hand over your mouth the whole goddamn time.

on your knees with your face buried against your pillow, vibrator pressed right up against your clit as you do everything you can to keep your whines to a minimum. It has become a nightly occurrence, listening to the two of them switch between fucking each other. tonight Bucky was on top, and god he knew how to talk.

“god you’re such a slut for it Rogers” he’d groan out, followed by the repeated slaps of his hips against Steve’s ass. It wasn’t hard to imagine what positions they were in, and you always tried to copy them, making it all the better. When you heard Steve whimper you couldn’t help but whine as well, pressing the little toy harder against your twitching bud, legs shaking already. It hadn’t even been that long since they started, but it always got you off quicker than you’d like to admit.

hearing Bucky slap what could’ve been none other than Steve’s ass, you wished you could try to recreate it- but you were terrified of being too loud. Whining weakly into your pillow you turn up the speed of your vibrator, bed shaking slightly from how much your muscles were twitching.

Of course- you had no idea they were super soldiers. they could hear every little buzz of that toy against your clit and god it turned them on. They had never even considered adding a third to their sex life, but hearing how sweet you sounded? it drove the both of them nuts. you never questioned how you always seemed to cum at the same time as them, but it would turn out hearing you getting close helped them along as well.

Bucky fucking wished he could have you in the room with them. His favorite fantasy is having Steve on his back, fucking him hard while you’re on your knees over him. Making you ride Steve while you make out with him, Bucky bending over to eat your ass whenever he got the chance.. fuck it was all he could think about sometimes. And Steve? He was no better. He wanted you to sit on his face while Bucky rode his cock, suffocating him in the best way. Even better if you jerked Bucky off and made out with him during it all.

They weren’t super familiar with being trans, so when they saw it on your Instagram (which they totally hadn’t stalked or anything-) of course they got curious and looked it up. well- let’s just say they ended up watching trans guys getting fucked the entire night and jerking off together to it, imagining you were there to suck and jerk them off.

You were just so goddamn sweet. You always had a smile on your lips when you looked at them, giving them a kind greeting and asking about their day. You were the complete opposite of them.. soft and sweet, a pretty little angel that was just out of their reach. The most perfect boy next door they could’ve ever hoped for.

Imagine the absolute disappointment on their faces when they listened to you bring a guy home- for the first time ever. Steve couldn’t stop pacing as he listened to you suck the random prick off so sweetly. Bucky swears he almost broke something when he heard that asshole make you choke on his dick, almost seeing red when he hears your immediate apologies for not being better. They were absolutely pissed when they listened to how you asked so gently ‘can I kiss you?’ after you gave him head and he replied with a ‘no’, quickly leaving after.

let’s just say you never heard from him again. But that’s probably because Bucky pulled him into an empty alleyway and beat the shit out of him while Steve started cooking something special just for you to hopefully make you feel better. they both had to listen to how you cried for the next hour, asking yourself through tears what you did wrong. it broke both of their hearts, and they just couldn’t help themselves anymore.

when you opened your door with a flushed and tear stained face, you didn’t expect to see your two lumbering neighbors standing in the doorway. And you certainly didn’t expect for them to coax their way inside, telling you how they heard everything and how you deserved so much better. Of course you never would’ve expected for Bucky to sit on your bed, pulling you into his arms and holding your back to his chest, all the while Steve manages to get your pants off, pressing soft kisses to your plush thighs.

And who could’ve guessed that after such a terrible experience with that asshole, you’d have Steve on his stomach licking your boycunt as sweetly as he can while Bucky presses loving kisses to your neck and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Bucky coaxing off your shirt, followed by your binder. Groaning against your skin when he sees your soft chest, immediately reaching and kneading the plush flesh in his hand.

“so fucking pretty” Bucky groans against your neck as he plays with your chest with one hand, the other undoing his zipper so he can pull his cock out. “Hiding these in that?” He murmurs, gesturing to your binder. “shit.. never thought my soft boy could get any softer” he whispers against your skin as he jerks himself off against your back slowly. if he detects even a hint of insecurity about your chest? he immediately amps up the praise, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he speeds his hand up around his dick, making sure you can feel how hard he is for you. “more of a man than i’ll ever be” he breathes out against your skin as he tweaks your nipples, making sure to soothe the skin afterwards.

Steve lifting his head from his cunt just to ask you to suffocate him, practically pleading for you to squeeze your soft thighs around his head. Bucky asking how you taste, and Steve almost whimpering when he says “the sweetest thing I’ve ever had.” The attention is dizzying- you can’t keep quiet at all, not when two of the most perfect men you’ve seen want you like this.

Bucky can’t help but pull his hand away from your chest, slipping down between your thighs and circling your clit as Steve laps at your tight hole. “oh christ- keep at it buck, makes him leak like crazy” Steve’s muffled voice speaks up as you whine and try to curl up into Bucky’s arms- but they keep you steady.

Face completed flushed from the heat of being in between their two bodies, almost on the verge of tears from how good it all feels. Being held, being kissed- being licked. After all those nights of silently begging that they would come over and fuck you, it finally happened.

Steve gently spanking the underside of your thigh, motioning for Bucky to reposition you. Bucky grabbing your hips and turning you over so you’re on your knees, face in his lap and only an inch or so from his hard cock. His rough fingers gently running through your hair, making you feel all the safer. “You don’t have to” he says softly. “It’s just there if you feel so inclined” he chuckles faintly, a laugh followed by Steve’s. You feel how Steve arches your hips up so you’re on your knees, and you can’t help but whine at the position.

“Let me guess” Steve smirks. “This is your favorite?” He muses as he rubs his large hand along the lines of your back. “You always whine more when we do it in doggy” he says with a small smile. “Figured it was the least we could do for our boy.”

You tense at his words, realizing they could hear you the entire time. Bucky quickly shushes you, slipping a hand down your form with a gentle touch, making sure to keep you steady for Steve. you whine the second you feel Steve’s thick fingers prodding at your tight hole, tentatively pressing inside, getting a feel for how long it would take to open you up properly to fit his cock.

embarrassed with how needy you sound, you attach your lips to the base of Bucky’s dick, making him groan and lean his head back. feeling how Steve squeezes Bucky’s thigh, as if telling him to be good and watch how nice you’re being to him. Bucky steadying himself as he looks down to watch how you try to take care of him. Because of your position you can’t get to the red hot tip, but it makes the teasing all the better as you wrap your tongue around the veiny base.

Steve pressing sweet kisses to your ass and the backs of your thighs as he fingers you, groaning with you as he scissors you open experimentally. “Jesus.. who knew our boy had such a pretty pussy?” He muses to Bucky, making you squirm. Bucky chuckling weakly as his breathing gets heavier from your ministrations.

“I knew it the second I saw him” Bucky replies with a groan. “Steve.. christ you wouldn’t believe the mouth on him” he sighs softly as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Such a good boy.. sucking on my dick like a dog on a bone” he chuckles.

Steve chuckling with Bucky, sinking his fingers deeper into you. “His boycunt is so fucking tight Buck.. it’s unbelievable. Can barely get two fingers in.” both of their hands on you have left you completely dumb, moaning weakly while they use you in the best way.

Steve sitting up onto his knees so he can align the head of his cock with your already messy hole, the tip gathering up your slick easily. Almost crying out from just the feeling of his heavy cock teasing along your lips, so sensitive to his touch. Bucky pulling you away from his dick to make sure you can breathe while Steve presses his tip into you, making you shake with pleasure.

“Ohhh fuck- holy shit” Steve groans instantly, his eyes closing with how nice and warm you are. “Bucky-“ Steve whines slightly, his eyes meeting Bucky’s as he gently rocks himself into you.

Bucky rubbing your back comfortingly while he talks you and Steve through it. “Tell me how he feels” he says softly.

“W-warm” Steve chokes out while you lie dumb underneath him. “he’s squeezing me so good” he whimpers as his hands grip at your sides, scrambling for purchase in your soft form.

Bucky sitting up slightly so he can get a better view, humming appreciatively. “He’s opening up like a little flower” he says softly. “Be a good boy and thank him” he murmurs as he runs his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve immediately bending over your form as he sinks into you further, his forearms against the mattress on either side of your head. “t-thank you- oh fuck- you’re so good sweet boy” he whines against the column of your neck. “so good to me” he cries out weakly as your hot boycunt sucks him in more.

Bucky jerking off over the two of you, occasionally slipping a hand under you to tease at your clit, groaning when he feels Steve’s cock slip in and out of you. The three of you going on like that for the next hour, then spending the night together, showering with each other and making sure you feel cared for.

i need to be locked up.. anyways😀🫶

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sjsmith56 · 7 months ago

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Make Believe

Summary: Bucky’s cover gets blown during an undercover mission and he scrambles to get out of town, with the help of two civilians.

Length: 4.2K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC (named, not described), OMC (named, not described), Sam Wilson, several other Avengers.

Warnings: Cursing, mostly.

Author notes: Just a silly little story with a fluffy ending.

🚪 🚖 🦾

Well, that could have gone better. All the planning, all the preparations, the creation of the back story for his fake identity, was for nothing when the nano sleeve on Bucky's arm suddenly stopped working and his cover blown. He had barely made it out of the building, leaving a trail of broken bodies behind him. Jumping into the first taxi he saw, he just told the driver to go, until he asked him to stop at the bus station. Arriving there, he threw some money at the driver, then bolted inside.

Quickly, he found the locker that held his possessions, and opened it with the key he had hidden inside his boot. Pulling the backpack out he reached in for his phone and dialled Sam. It was answered on the first ring.

"Where are you?" asked his partner. "You didn't answer your comms."

"Didn't have them," he replied. "The nano sleeve stopped working and they made me. Had to pull the comms out and lay them on the table or they would have killed me. Did you know they had alien pulse weapons? Even I can't outmaneuver them." He rubbed his face. "I'm at the bus station but my exit plans are shot as they took everything from me, Sam, everything except the key to the locker here and that's only because I had it hidden in my boot."

"Alright, you stay there, and I'll arrange for a pickup with a friendly face."

Bucky kept scanning the interior of the bus station for any signs of the cartel, fully expecting them to show up at any moment. It was good he did because he made the pair of men as soon as they entered. Quickly, he turned away and hid behind a pillar.

"Sorry, they're here. I have to make myself scarce. I'm going to go off-grid and get back to you."

"Buck? Stay safe."

"Always."

He hung up, putting his phone in his pocket and slipping his gloves on. Then he hefted the backpack over his shoulder and went out a door marked as Authorized Entrance Only that led to a service hallway. Eventually, he found the outside exit and went through it, stepping into an alley. He headed towards one end of it, then stopped when another door from the bus station opened and the two men who were in there looking for him came out. As they looked in the other direction, he yanked open the nearest door in the alley, breaking the lock, and stepping inside. He closed the door most of the way and looked out the slimmest of cracks towards where the other two men had just turned this way.

"What the hell?"

Whirling around, he saw a woman who had just come out of a change room with several articles of clothing draped over her arm. Grabbing her, he pulled her back into the change room, pushing her against the wall, while placing one hand over her mouth and dragging the curtain across with the other. Her eyes were wide with fear as he leaned close to her and whispered in her ear.

"I'm one of the Avengers on an undercover mission. My cover was blown and I'm trying to stay out of their hands. If I remove my hand from your mouth and show you my metal hand, you'll know I'm telling you the truth. All I ask is that you don't raise the alarm."

She nodded and he took his hand off her mouth, then pulled his glove off. Looking from his hand to his face then back again, her demeanour relaxed somewhat, and she leaned back against the wall in the change room, as she studied him. Before she could say anything, they heard the door to the alley open and the sounds of someone coming in. Bucky peeked out the curtain and mouthed the word "Fuck." Smirking at him, she put her hand on his arm, pointing to herself then towards the men. Shaking his head no at her intended action, he had no choice when she slipped through the curtain with the clothing she was going to buy and accosted the two.

"Hey, what are you doing back here? Help! There are two guys in the ladies' change room!"

They both ran back through the door into the alley and Bucky stuck his head out, then looked at her before ducking back in when the store employee came into the change room, finding the broken door. The two women both opened it and the one who helped him pointed to the two men who were at the other end of the alleyway. For a moment, he thought he would be stuck in there then the woman who helped him suddenly said she had forgotten something and returned to the cubicle, while the other went to the front to call the authorities.

"I'll distract her," she whispered. "You go out the front door."

He nodded in agreement and pulled the curtain back slightly, watching as she and the employee returned to the front of the store. As she kept the woman occupied, Bucky kept low, sneaked out past them through the front door and onto the street. Raising his hand to hail a cab he heard the woman's voice.

"I have a place nearby you can hide," she said, as she slid her hand into his arm.

"I don't want to put you in danger," he protested as the cab pulled up.

She got inside, then leaned out from the back seat. "You owe me. Now get in here."

With a sigh, he joined her, then turned around to make sure they weren't being followed while she gave the driver her address. Facing forward again, he extended his right hand to her, shaking her hand.

"Bucky Barnes. Didn't you want to stay and give the police your statement?"

She shrugged. "The lady phoned the owner, and she didn't want to deal with the hassle so they're just going to get the door fixed. I'm Julie North. So, who were those guys?"

"Drug cartel," he answered. "They were getting into arms dealing of weapons they had no business having." He raised his hand. "I had a nano sleeve on disguising this and it shut down at the worst possible time. They took everything from me, except a key to a locker at the bus station where I stashed my stuff. I need to arrange for an exit."

"Sounds exciting," she said. "I did alright back there, didn't I?"

He smirked. "Yeah, you did good, but I mean it. I shouldn't be putting you in danger. If they figure out you helped me, they'll come after you."

Just as he was about to tell the cab driver to pull over, they were sideswiped by another vehicle. Looking out the window past Julie, Bucky saw the two guys who had been in the alley in the other car, with one of them aiming a gun at them. He pushed her down onto to the floor and yelled at the driver to slam on the brakes then turn right. The cabbie complied, doing exactly what Bucky told him.

"Speed up," he said, "take the next right."

Pulling his backpack up while he looked behind them, Bucky pulled out a gun and made sure the magazine was full. He had enough time to pull a couple of full magazines out, handing them to Julie, before the cabbie calmly got his attention.

"They're behind us again. What's the plan?"

"You've been under fire before," said Bucky.

"Yup, ex-military," said the cabbie. "Doan's the name. I heard your story."

"Sorry for this," said Bucky. "You own the car?"

"Nope, but it's a piece of shit, anyway. Might be better to put it out of its misery."

"Alright. Doan, just don't let them herd us into an isolated area. Chances are they're going to try to set up some crossfire and take us out."

He pulled out his phone and dialled Sam again, putting it on speaker. Doan swerved in and out of traffic trying to dodge the following car, jostling Bucky, and Julie in the back seat.

"Hey, are you in a safe place?"

"I wish." Bucky rolled his eyes. "I'm in the back seat of a taxi and we've already been sideswiped. I have a civilian in the back seat with me and an ex-military cabbie. Can you lock onto my signal and get a safe exit route?" He looked at Doan. "You have a tracker on this piece of shit?"

"Yup." He relayed the code assigned to his taxi loud enough for Sam to hear.

"Got it," said Sam. "Torres, you into the street cams and satellite images, yet?" There was silence for a moment then he came back on. "Okay, we have you, and Peter's hacking into the street light system to get you further away from the guys chasing you. We think they're trying to force you near the waterfront so stay away from there if you can."

Suddenly, a second vehicle pulled out in front of them, making Doan swerve the wheel to avoid being hit. He turned left with enough force to send Bucky into the right door. The impact of 220 lbs of super soldier muscle was too much for the piece of shit taxi door, and he hung halfway out, desperately bracing his legs to keep from sliding out completely, while still holding on to the phone and the gun. With a yell, Julie came off the floor and grabbed hold of Bucky's belt, trying to pull him inside the taxi. It was too difficult to pull him inside, so she crawled on top of him and reached for the phone, then the gun, to free his hands so he could pull himself in. Not wanting to give the gun up Bucky held it out of her reach. He suddenly had a flashback of holding on to the bottom of the Flag Smashers truck in Germany.

"I can't pull you in, you're too heavy," she yelled in his face. "Give me the damn gun."

"Fuck!" he yelled, then let her take it, pulling himself upright.

As she scrambled back Doan took a hard right and they were both moved to the left side where Bucky's face was pushed into her chest. After a momentary slight grin, he slid backwards and reached for the right passenger door, slamming it shut. Realizing that Sam had been shouting instructions all that time, Bucky grabbed the phone.

"What? I didn't hear you!"

"I said, to turn right at Lexington but you just went right past it. Dammit Bucky. Why can't you just take an order?"

"Because I was hanging out the back door of the taxi with my fucking head only six inches from the pavement, Sam. Didn't that show up on your video feed?"

There was no answer and Bucky shook his head.

"What's the plan, Sam?"

Still no answer, then a muffled voice. "Hold on, we're heading for the quinjet and Torres is trying to keep track of you with a tablet."

"You couldn't do that before we were being chased?" No answer. "Sam? Sam?!"

He looked at Julie, who was holding her hand over her mouth as if trying to stifle a laugh. Doan was grinning as well.

"What?" asked Bucky, exasperated. "What's so fucking funny?"

"Do you two always fight like that?"

"Yes," said Sam.

"No," said Bucky at the exact same moment. He glared at his phone. "We don't fight. We have differences of opinion, especially when we don't have a plan."

"Sorry, man, that sounded like fighting," said Doan. He looked behind them through his rear-view mirror. "We shook them ... maybe. I don't see anyone behind us."

"Sam, can you confirm that?" asked Bucky. "Did we lose them?"

"Hold on." There was silence for a moment then he came back on. "Yes, probably. There's a parking garage, two blocks over after the next right. Satellite imaging shows it has an open upper level big enough and empty enough for the quinjet but it will take about 20 minutes for us to get there. Can you make it there? We'll evacuate the civilians as well."

Bucky looked at Doan. "You get that?"

The man nodded and took the next right, then went two blocks down until he saw the parking garage. It was self service, so he pulled the ticket out of the dispenser and drove up to the top level, parking along one edge.

"Okay, Sam, we're on the clock. Don't be late."

Bucky hung up as all three of them got out of the taxi, with Doan walking around the outside and taking in the damage.

"They'll fire me for sure, now," he said. He looked at Bucky quickly. "No big deal. I've been fired by worse bosses than these guys. I'll be okay."

"Well, that was fun," said Julie, sitting on the hood. "It was like playing a very realistic make-believe spy game."

"Unbelievable," sputtered Bucky, standing in front of her. "You thought that was fun."

She shrugged. "You weren't about to let anything happen to us, right? It was the highlight of my life, really." He scowled and turned away. Sliding off the hood, she ran to stand in front of him, placing her hand on his chest and looking up. "Don't get me wrong. I was scared, really scared, but you were amazing and being with you made me feel safer. For someone like me, who works in a really boring office job like a drone in an ant colony it was something I never thought I would experience. Hell, I climbed part way out of the door of a speeding car to get the phone and the gun and I didn't even hesitate. I always wondered if I came up against a situation like that if I had the guts to handle it."

Her look was so earnest that Bucky couldn't hold on to his irritation. Softening his tone, he put his hand over hers.

"You did good. Both of you did." He looked at the taxi then at Doan. "We'll cover for you with your boss, tell him you were vital to a mission of national security."

Doan smirked. "Yeah, that'll do it. Really, it's no big deal. Cabbie is the easiest job to get because no one wants to deal with the shit we deal with. Not that this was shit. The lady was right. It was like being in country again, dodging IEDs and Taliban insurgents. Just without the heat and the dust, and I actually knew what the hell I was doing."

About five minutes later, Bucky's phone rang, just as two cars appeared at the top level from the ramp below. They parked in a way that blocked the taxi from leaving. Answering the phone, Bucky heard Sam.

"They found you and we're still 10 minutes out."

"Yeah, they're already here," replied Bucky, hanging up. He looked at Doan and Julie. "Get behind the car. Now."

Neither of them hesitated, retreating to the driver's side which was beside the wall of the parking level. Standing in front of the vehicle, Bucky watched as the doors opened on both other vehicles and four men got out carrying pulse weapons. Another man opened the back door of the second car and an older man stepped out, wearing an expertly tailored suit. The six of them approached, stopping 20 feet away. Instantly, Bucky began his threat assessment of the men, calculating how many he could take out before one of them could fire the alien pulse weapon at him. No matter what strategy he employed, his best efforts would only take out two, maybe three of them before the others could fire on him, killing him in the process.

"Mr. Barnes," said the well-dressed man, lighting up a cigar, Cuban by the smell of the smoke that wafted over. "I have a proposition for you."

"You know who I am?"

The man shrugged. "No one else has an arm like that. You have a skill set that could be worth millions to you."

"I'm used to not having much money," replied Bucky. "Wouldn't know what to do with it."

"Then I'll make you an offer you can't refuse," smiled the man. He grinned at his men. "Always wanted to use that line." His face became deadly serious. "Work for me and I'll let the woman and cab driver go. You have my word."

"You see, I know who you are, too, Senor Escobar. You're not known for keeping your word. The other cartels call you cobarde y malo for a reason."

The man's face reddened, then he sneered.

"You dare call me a coward to my face?”

"If the shoe fits." A faraway sound became audible to Bucky's ears, and he chose his next words carefully, trying to give them the time they needed. "If you let them go now, I might consider your offer but that's the only way I'll listen to you."

"No," said Julie's voice behind him, as he heard her stand up. "We're not leaving you."

The cartel leader started laughing and pointed behind Bucky. His men smiled. "So brave of the woman and cab driver to think they can go up against these pulse weapons."

"Julie, Doan, stand down," said Bucky. "He's right. Those weapons will disintegrate you. Why do you think I haven't acted against him yet?"

"I don't care why," said Julie. "We're in this together."

"You're civilians!" He yelled, glancing back, then faced the cartel men again, while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Murphy. Doan, please, stand down."

"Nope," said the cabbie, firmly. "Sometimes, you have to stand up for the right thing. L'aide est presque là."

"What have you done?" asked Bucky, ignoring the cartel men now, as he turned to the two, who were standing there with guns from his backpack trained on the others.

"Just called the police on my cell phone," he admitted. "Told them there was a bunch of cartel guys with nasty looking guns." He looked up to the buildings surrounding them. "The SWAT team should be in position now."

A shot rang out, hitting one of the men holding a pulse weapon in the shoulder, sending him toppling. As Bucky hit the ground, there was a hail of gunfire as Red Wing showed up and began spraying shots at the cartel men, sending them for cover towards their car but the gunfire forced them to halt. Two sets of wings appeared as both Sam and Torres hovered over the scene targeting the cartel leader, focusing two red dots of light onto his chest.

"Stand down, Escobar," ordered Sam. "Order your men to drop their weapons or I'll let SWAT finish what they started."

The other three men instantly put the pulse weapons down and backed away, placing their hands behind their head. Escobar reached out for a weapon, but his hand didn't even come close as Bucky jumped up and leaped towards him, picking him up by the neck and holding him up in the air. Sam and Torres landed nearby, approaching the pair as Escobar's face began to turn red.

"Hey," said Bucky, still looking up at the struggling cartel leader. "About time you got here."

"Well, once we found out SWAT was on the scene we slowed up a bit. Looks like you have it under control."

"Please," gasped Escobar. "Can't ... breathe."

Around them, the police were arriving, frisking, and placing cuffs on the other men. Sam placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder, and he released Escobar, who fell hard onto the pavement of the parking garage. Two police officers picked him up and frisked then cuffed him before leading him away. The quinjet landed on the large open space next to the taxi; the ramp opening almost at once as Kate and Peter came out, fully ready to engage. Yelena followed a moment later as she had been piloting and had to do a quick checklist first.

"We missed all the fun," she pouted when she appeared at the top of the ramp and began walking down. "Why are we even here?"

Bucky ignored her and turned towards the taxi, where Doan and Julie were leaning. He jerked his head at them to bring them forward.

"Everyone, this is Julie North and Doan. They helped me. It was Doan who phoned the police."

"Good thinking," said Sam. "Either of you injured?"

"Nope," said Julie, nonchalantly. "Before the bad guys got here, we were just telling Bucky how much we liked being involved in this. I don't know if Doan's interested, but are you guys hiring?"

"Doan is ex-military and kept his cool," said Bucky. "He would fit right in." He looked at him. "You spoke French to me. Any other languages?"

"Spanish and some Pashtun."

Sam looked at Doan. "That's high praise coming from Bucky. What about Julie?"

Bucky studied her for a long time, at least it seemed that way to her, hopeful that he would say something good about her.

"She did good, but she'll need a lot of training and I mean, a lot," he finally said. "I don't know if she can handle that."

"I can," she declared firmly. "Especially if you train me. I think we worked well together."

A flicker of a smile crossed Bucky's face. He leaned his face close to her ear.

"Be careful what you wish for, Julie North. I can be a hard man to please when I'm training recruits."

Both Yelena and Kate coughed, then smiled behind their hands.

One Year Later

The quinjet landed at the compound, the ramp opening to a welcoming party. As Tom Doan and Julie North walked down in their tac suits, applause began for the successful completion of the two rookie's first mission. Scott Lang stepped forward, offering his hand to shake theirs.

"You do know that the first round is on both of you," he said. "After that, we'll pick up the tab. Just remember that Bucky and Thor can drink anyone under the table, and don't have any of Thor's Asgardian mead. You have an hour to shower and get ready for the Ubers. Meet out front."

"Mission report and debriefing first thing in the morning, 09:00," said Bucky, to the groans of everyone.

He headed for the armoury, putting his firearms in his gun locker for cleaning in the morning. Normally, he would do it as soon as the mission was over, but this was a special occasion. Heading towards his quarters, he undid his tac suit jacket as he walked, and opened the door, noticing clothes on the floor. Shaking his head, he picked them up and draped them on a chair, then toed off his boots and took the rest of his clothes off. As he approached the bathroom, he could hear the shower going and smiled. When he opened the shower door, Julie was already there, standing under the stream of water.

"How did you get in here?" he asked.

She handed him the shampoo.

"I just asked Friday in a really nice way."

Stepping close behind her, he poured some shampoo into his hand and applied it to her hair, bringing up lots of lather while he gently massaged her scalp. When he was finished, she rinsed it off and turned around, looking up at the super soldier, gazing at him while he applied conditioner to her hair.

"You know, you were supposed to do this in your own quarters," he said.

"I know, but now that I passed the test, and completed my first mission, I thought we should come clean with everyone. I'm tired of playing make-believe, that there's nothing going on between us."

He saw the chain around her neck with the ring on it and picked it up in his hand.

"Alright, we'll tell everyone we got married. They may make you take the test again if they think I went easy on you."

Julie smiled, in that way that made him fall in love with her within a month of her starting her training.

"I have every confidence in my abilities after being trained by the best. They all know you don't make it easy. You're a hard man to please Sergeant Barnes."

"Not in everything," he smiled, taking her in his arms.

Thirty minutes later, they were dressed and ready to go. Bucky pulled his dog tags out and detached his wedding band from the chain, as Julie did the same with hers. Smiling at each other they slid the rings on their fingers then kissed for good measure. With a nod at each other, they left Bucky's quarters together, ready to show everyone what they really were, in love and married.

cobarde y malo – cowardly and mean

L'aide est presque là – help is almost here

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