Prompt: “When I said ‘bite me’ I didn’t mean literally”.
Sumary: reader has to wear a hotdog costume to a missiong in order to go unnoticed.
Warnings: suicide is mentioned, dark pasts too, but nothing too bad
Word Count: 850
A/N: so this is my entrance to @cordytriestowrite writing challeng!! yay finally!! Im sorry it took me this long but as you know, if you’ve read my last posts im kind of on hiatus so i’m just here to drop this. hope you like it, feedback is always, always apreciated and the rest of my works are on my masterlist on my bio. thank u for reading!!
You didn’t know in which moment you accepted the disguise you were wearing for the mission and, of course, you were regretting your decision since minute one. Who the hell though dressing like a hot dog was a good way of being undercover? Okey, maybe it was a good way to go unnoticed, but the suit was itchy as fuck and you didn’t know if you could take anymore weird looks from the people that went through the street you were on.
The target was an old warehouse across the street that was suspected to be the base of one of the Capos of the city. Another thing you didn’t like: families of crime. And you had a good reason to hate them, you were part of one, many years back. The worst thing: you were the one who got them in jail. Yay you!
“Agent, how is the situation?” a male voice came from your earpiece. Of course, Sergeant Barnes wasn’t a man of many words, so you almost jumped at the sound of his voice, he hadn’t spoken for the past 45 minutes.
“All clear,” you said turning around and smiling at the people on the street. Oh, this was going to be a boring day and mission if nothing happened. You were sure you’ll kill whoever thought of the fucking disguise.
He didn’t say another word, he didn’t even let you know if he had heard your words or not. You guessed he did, if not he would have been asking again.
You sight and turned around in the street your eyes going to the warehouse every few minutes. It looked abandoned, the windows were broken, and the door wasn’t even secured by a lock or anything. Was this really the place you were looking for? You knew it was from the experiences you had had with the mafia on your dark past. Who knew that was going to give you a job among the Avengers, huh?
It was the perfect place to hide drugs, and you knew that was what you were there for. Word went out that a new drug was being commercialized and its side effects were not good, at all. There had been reports of the last month that said people who took it ended up killing themselves. It was nasty and something the mafia didn’t want because if your clients die, they can’t buy you more drugs, can they?
You had gotten some information that said they were going to get rid of all the drug and you were going to caught them red-handed. At least that was the plan and you really hoped it went smooth, you didn’t’ want anymore troubles with that kind of businesses, if you could call them that.
Another 15 minutes went by until you hear another voice came from your earpiece, this time Sam’s. “That costume suits you, Agent, don’t look that disappointed”. You heard him laugh at his words and you hissed at him trying to not to draw attention to yourself.
“Sam’s right,” you heard Barnes laughing voice on your earpiece.
“Bite me!” you scream-whispered at them.
Some movement near the warehouse caught your eye. A black Mercedes was pulling over right next to the alley in one of the sides of the building.
“We had incoming” you whispered again focusing on the car.
The first person to get out of the car was a dark-haired man. He was tall, you noticed. He was dressed in an all-black suit. He offered his hand to someone inside the vehicle and a woman got out, her blonde hair reached her waist and made her look like one of the models of Victoria Secret. She was one of the women you would have just to show off.
“Wait for them to enter the warehouse and follow the plan,” Barnes voice sounded deeper and you nodded. Follow the plan, that was easy.
Everything went as planned which was something very rare, so you’ve learnt to cherish those kinds of missions were nobody got hurt.
When you arrived at the compound you went straight to your room thinking about the bath you were going to prepare yourself. You had gotten rid of the horrible hot dog costume on the mission, not wanting to have it on more time than necessary, although it had been kind of fun having to fight a little with such clothing.
You heard the door of your room open and close and you turned your head to see Bucky leaning against the door frame, a small smile on his lips. You weren’t expecting him so soon.
He approached you and hugged you form behind, his hands resting on your stomach. His mouth reached the side of your neck and he bit you there. Hard enough to moan but not hard enough for it to hurt.
“When I said ‘bite me’ I didn’t mean literally, you said with a smile on your lips as you saw the bathtub getting filled with warm water.
