Bucky Barnes x Reader. Sam Wilson makes a guest appearance. Fluff.
“Are you ready?” Bucky asks, tucking a gun into his waistband.
“Ready,” you nod, checking your ammo level.
“This isn’t how I expected this day to go,” he sighs, regretful, “I’m sorry, doll.”
Despite the circumstances, the term of endearment never fails to send a rush of heat through your body and from his menacing smirk, he knows it. But now isn’t the time, there’s a mission to accomplish.
“It’s okay.” You shrug, “I’ve had worse days.”
“Any time spent with you is always a good day.” He smiles, sweet and light, dipping down to kiss you.
You pull back before it goes too far. “Focus,” you chastise, licking his taste from your lips.
“Sorry, you’re right,” he agrees, standing straight and looking very serious. “It’s just you and me, Sam’s down.” Sam’s gun jammed and he had to retreat, rather than be a defenceless target.
You shake out the tension in your arms. “We got this.”
“Us versus them,” Bucky says, confidence making his smile grow wider, “I like those odds.”
Bucky grabs his pump action. “On three.”
Simultaneously you take a deep breath and exhale together, “Three.”
Bucky runs round the corner of the house, you follow and drop to a knee, laying down cover fire. He charges toward the target, but it’s suspiciously unguarded.
But it’s too late. AJ, Cass and their friends burst from behind trees and barrels, surrounding Bucky, relentlessly blasting him with streams of water.
“I’m out,” AJ calls, “cover me!” He darts away to the bucket to refill his super soaker, a friend following to watch his back. A smart tactic their Uncle must have taught them.
You have to do something. You have to help Bucky. But it’s too adorable watching him laugh and chase after the kids when they manage to get him in the face.
“Gonna save your boy?” Sam asks, coming up beside you.
“Nah,” you scoff, “he’s got them on the ropes. Just waiting to make his move.” He did not in fact have them on the ropes. He was on his knees, a tight circle of kids trapping him inside while they shot him with spurts of water, all laughing hysterically.
Sam chuckles. “It’s good to see him let loose. Y’know, in a healthy non murderer way.”
“Way to ruin the moment, Wilson,” you snicker, shaking your head.
“Y/N,” Bucky calls, “help me!”
You make a mad dash for the t-shirt flag, staked to the ground and completely unguarded, but at the last second you divert and rush to join the kids mission of drowning Bucky on land.
“Argh!” Bucky bellows, as your line of water hits his chest dead centre. “A double cross.” The laughter drops from his face and everyone freezes.
Menacingly Bucky looks at each person in turn, slowly turning his head and when his eyes finally land on yours his expression is dangerous. The smallest of smirks curls his lips, and shaking off the water, he rolls his vibranium arm, “Run!”
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