Warnings: Death (fake), grief, mourning, violence, blood, swearing, TW attempted suicide, angst, angst, angst
Summary: When Bucky Barnes’s life is threatened, SHIELD decides to hide him under the radar by faking his death. The issue comes when (Y/N) doesn’t have a high enough clearance to know the truth, and when telling the truth could result in the failure of the mission and the dangerous consequences for Bucky.
A/N: I haven’t written in over three years and since I deleted my whole masterlist, so this could be iffy. Also, there are heavy topics so don’t read if you are sensitive to topics such as death and suicide. No saving or posting on other sites, please.
This week had been a dream. A week off of missions left more time for Bucky and yourself than you have had before. You spent your time going on walks, making each other dinner, watching movies, and genuinely relaxing with one another. Nothing came in the way of you two, and you couldn’t have been more grateful. You knew that there was a scheduled mission in the morning, but you couldn’t find it in you to be resentful as you laid in his arms that night, the fingers of his right hand stroking your bare back.
“I love you,” his soft voice broke the peaceful silence surrounding you. “I hope you know that.”
Your fingers drew patterns on his chest, your smile growing at his words. “Of course I know that.”
He laid a soft kiss onto the top of your head, and you found yourself growing too warm in his arms, too content, your eyes fluttering a bit as they begged for sleep. You didn’t want to rest quite yet, however, the moment too special for you to let go of so easily. “You know I love you, right?”
You lifted your head to look him in the eyes as he took in your question. His blue eyes sparkled as his lips quirked up into a small smirk, playfulness making his eyes crinkle. “Eh,” he shrugged.
“You’re an ass,” you told him, but you were smiling. Placing a soft kiss on his lips, he moaned slightly into your mouth before pulling away slightly.
“I know you love me. Maybe a little too much.” His words are not accusatory, but he knows how much you rely on him. The two of you became close the moment he stepped foot into the compound, thanks to his flirting, and you had never really opened up to anyone else the way you had opened up to him. The other members of the team were your coworkers more than they were your friends, but Bucky was your everything.
You don’t say anything in return, the body heat coming off of him making your bones tired and your eyes heavy. As you drift off to sleep, you feel Bucky hold you tighter, stroking your hair between his fingers, sleep not taking him away quite yet.
Awakening the next morning was difficult, but Bucky made sure to raise you from the bed and get you up and moving. His eyes held you as you got ready into your tactical gear, slipping on the catsuit and tying your hair back into a tight ponytail. As you were brushing your teeth, he came up behind you in the mirror and placed light kisses onto your shoulder. He met your eyes in the reflection.
“Want me to grab you some breakfast for the ride?”
You nodded appreciatively, smiling around your toothbrush to show your thanks. He tapped your ass in a gentle manner as he walked away to grab your food, and you finished up your routine, making sure to do your stretches and get in the right mindset for the mission ahead. Many distress signals were currently being sent from an old weapons base owned by SHIELD. The scheduled mission was made after a routine sweep of agents revealed a bunker of unused war-grade weapons that were never retrieved when the base was secured and evacuated years ago. With the information being retrieved about the weapons, there was a likelihood that other, not as friendly, people had also heard the news of the weapons. Your job along with your teams was to help the agents get the weaponry out of the base, fighting off others if need be.
As you made your way to the quinjet to meet the rest of the team, Bucky stepped into place beside you, passing you a banana, hard-boiled egg, and protein bar. You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, peeling the fruit as you walked. Bucky was strapping his vest onto him, his black metal arm gleaming next to you.
His fingers did not leave your thigh the entire trip over, and you thought the touchiness of his behavior was wholesome. The week of time together was well-needed, and it seemed that Bucky was touched by it as well, not wanting it to end as he stayed as close to you as possible until the jet landed.
“Stay with Tasha, alright?” His voice broke next to you as you both stepped down the ramp.
“And you with Sam,” you winked. He smiled, grasping your face in his hands gently before he placed a loving kiss on your forehead. Your heart skipped at the random sweet gesture, but by the time you looked up at him to respond to it, he was jogging to meet Sam down the path.
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