#agent 16

"Sooo, how do you plan on getting out of this room without getting caught?" you grinned at him after a few minutes of cuddling. "You have tons of my hoodies. Please tell me you have a pair of my joggers." he mumbled. "Nope." you grinned. "Great." he deadpanned. "You have enhanced hearing. You'll manage to not get caught. C'mon man. You were an assassin." you chuckled. "Yeah, but right now I'm a teenage boy in love." he kissed you. And then again and again and again.

Under that was a folder with documents the army issued. Everything from him needing to go to war, over the missions of the Howling Commandos, to his MIA/KIA reports and letters to his family. Your body mixed the odd sadness with gratitude that he was here. He lived, you just wished his mother would've died knowing that. There was some war photography including him, letters his friends had written to or about him. Letters his sisters had written, one of them was still alive and he went to see her every week. But she was close to 100 now and she didn't get to grow up with this wonderful man as a brother. And lastly there were pictures from his earlier life. Family pictures and baby pictures. His father must've been good with cameras, cause you knew they were a hassle back then. He looked back then how he felt to you now. Soft, boyish, innocent but mischievous, adorable, vulnerable. He'd been watching you for half of this in his door frame with a smile on his face, now coming to you to sit down behind you. "Your baby pictures are cute." you smiled at them. "Should've seen the ones of my sisters. They were even cuter." he smiled grabbing one of him and his baby sister. "If you could travel through time. Would you do it?" you looked up at him. He shook his head with a smile, "Sure, it would be nice to know what would've been different or see the people one last time. But I believe everything happened for a reason, a profound one that I don't understand, but for a reason. Life is basically just accepting that you can't change what's in the past." His hand went to your back, "And I also have Steve and you. I think I've had a lot of luck with this." You nodded and started putting everything back into the box. "What's your favorite picture?" he asked. You grabbed the one of him in his uniform before being shipped off. "I look so different in that." he grinned at it. "You look innocent. Happy. You smile reaches your eyes." he looked up at you in surprise. "Do you think I should cut my hair short?" "Maybe in a year or two. I like your long hair." you smiled while grabbing into it. "Sugar?" "Hm?" "I love you to the moon and back." he watched you scrunch your nose out of happiness. "I love you too, soldier boy." you gave him a small kiss. He was home. He finally felt like he was at home again.

The press conference was 30 minutes, the afterparty usual Stark style. "Can I order you a drink, mylady?" he suddenly was right next to you. "Sure, Sergeant." you winked and he needed to hold back a sound coming from his deepest primal instincts. You were really driving him insane today. "Your undressing with your eyes isn't settle." you whispered so only he could hear it and his ears went red. "Sorry." "Nah, I get it. I look good." you chuckled. "Get this girl a shot," he asked and added, "doesn't need to waste her precious time at a bar." "Barnes!" you were fake offended and earned a boyish grin. The shot was served, you downed it and stood up. "I'm in my room if you need me." he bit his lip at your words. "Need to check on the pretty girl in a while, huh?" "Yeah, would be a shame if I would fall asleep without a goodnight kiss." and with that you made your way out of the party. In the car back to the compound your legs started to become jelly. The firsts with a new person were always so overwhelming. Especially when they were essentially super human. In the empty compound you got rid of your shoes, undid your hair and washed off your makeup. "Goodnight kiss delivery." you heard after a while of chilling in your bed. You opened the door to a man with almost black eyes. "Woah. Slow down tiger." you chuckled letting him in. "I'm calm. You're just very...intense today." he said while you helped him out of his jacket. "I aim to surprise." you grinned before starting to unbutton his shirt. "Um." you knew this tone and looked up. "I didn't do this since...well, a long time..." his voice drifted off. "That's okay. I know how to use my voice, Buck." you assured him of vocal and if needed physical assistance. "God, I love you." he growled watching your face and hands. "Want to help me out of the dress?" you smiled up and big gentle hands were opening the dress zipper and pulling it over your head shortly after. He analyzed you fascinated. Yeah, he had seen how women dress now, he'd seen some vanilla porn, he'd seen you in shorts and a sports bra before. Actually, he liked to reference that outfit quite often when he had alone time. But this was real, this was the person that he fell for hardcore. "Okay. I need to ask one thing. Who's taking the lead?" you got rid of his belt. "However you want, sugar." he said melting away at the way you opened the button of his pants. "Well, I see a man that didn't get a treat in quite a while." you grinned, melted your lips together for a second before letting his pants drop to the floor and went down on your knees, taking his briefs with you. Without messing around for too long you let your mouth be filled up. "Fuck, that's good." his right hand landed in your hair. Your eyes went up to see his face and he was looking right back, groaning again at your movement. "Holy shit, you're so fucking sexy like that." "Mhm." your hands were massaging him while your head moved faster and every gagging sound was paired up with a groan, a moan or a grunt. With a drawn out "Fuck." white liquid spilled into your mouth and you let him go. The spell was broken, his eyes were completely dark now and only focused on you. You didn't even notice the amount of wetness that wandered to your underwear just from holding his eye contact. He attacked you with a hungry kiss, he had to have you right now and right there. "You don't know how long I've waited for this." you landed on the bed roughly. His hands went to your black cotton panties and ripped them apart making you moan. Something about such an aggressive move from such a soft person made your center essentially a waterfall. "Hmm, so ready for me." he said in a low voice starting to kiss you everywhere. Your bra opened in the front and you opened it yourself before he could also ruin that one. "Mmh, what a pretty sight." his eyes wandered over your body. "Please, Bucky." you whimpered. "I'm here, sugar." "I need you." you whispered touching your boobs. "Where do you need me, babe?" "Inside of me, please." Your breathing hitched at his fingers going through your folds to collected some of the wetness there. "God, I barely touched you and you're dripping, darling." he groaned again before finally pushing into you. "Fuck. Yes." you almost yelled, thankful that the rest of the team was still gone. "So tight for me. God, sugar." he moaned with you. The moment he bottomed out an ungodly moan left you, "Oh my god, Bucky!" "I like it when you say my name like that." he gave you a dirty grin before starting to move. "Does that feel good, darling?" you smiled up at him and gave a nod before giving a content, almost relaxed moan. "Good girl." he whispered, making you tense around him. "I see, someone likes to be praised." he chuckled giving a more rough push and getting a loud moan back. "You feel so good, sugar. Fuck." his face was suddenly buried into your neck and he lightly bit your skin. "Fuck, Bucky." "You like that?" A strangled moan was your only answer before he got faster. "You take me so well." "So good." "So good? Want more?" "Please." you were panting and begging. His pushes became way harsher, faster and deeper. He hit your soft spot so perfectly. Nobody could ever get there before him and you basically were in heaven just from that. "Yes, make a mess all over me." he smiled down at you slowing a little. "I love you." "I love you too, sugar." "So much." "You wanna cum for me?" "Mhm." With sloppy pushes and perfect strokes over your sweet spot you gave a whiny long moan, while your walls squeezed around him, milking him a second time that day. "Shit, darling. That was perfect." he smiled again, kissing your nose, before pulling out. "That was...heavenly." you were still panting and smiling at him next to you. "I could get used to that." his left hand rested on your cheek. "Me too." you laid your hand on top before he moved forward to kiss you. "I love you." "I love you too." "I love you to the moon and back, James Buchanan Barnes. You'll never be able to get rid of me." "I'm okay with that." he chuckled. You leaned over to his ear, "I think you deserve to know my actual name is..."

"Do we have everything?" "I think so." you looked over the recipe and what was on the counter. "Let's get started then, sugar." he pulled you closer next to him before you started doing wet ingredients and he started the dry ones. "You have that concentrated frown again." he chuckled. "Hm?" you looked up at him. "When you're concentrated you start frowning. It's cute." his black-gold hand was putting hair behind your ear. "Not as cute as that baby owl tho." you answered, unaware of half of the team listening in from the entrance. "Mr. Owl. He has a name!" he answered childish. "What makes you think it's a he?" you grinned. "Fuck. You got me there." he giggled. "I think Snowy fits better. It looks like a snow owl to me." a shared nod. "I think I'm done with my stuff." he took half a step back. "Aaaand me too." you said putting the last bit of milk into the bowl. You mixed it, he just watched you with attentive eyes. "You look like a literal puppy right now." you giggled before pouring the batter into a baking pan. "I'm just patiently waiting to scrape all the rest out of that bowl, sugar." he shifted his weight. "You're a man-child." you laughed before handing him the bowl and looking at the frosting recipe. With him on the counter eating cake batter you started working on chocolate frosting. "Did your Ma make this a lot?" you asked putting powdered sugar in a bowl. "Nah, would've been too expensive. I always got it for my birthday. Just cause I really liked it." he explained. "I mean it smells really good. I don't blame you." "Also tastes good." he said shoving more scrapped off cake batter into his mouth. "Dork." With his stares on you, you put on the frosting after the cake had sat for an hour and you had talked about the new season of Brooklyn 99. "Bucky. Sit down, please, you're distracting." you said chuckling. "God, you're starting to talk like her." "If you were like this times 10...then I'm sure." "Jamie, go back and play with your sisters." he quoted her. "If Steve was here I'd tell you the same but you playing with him." you chuckled and finished the top of the cake and started doing the sides. "I'm mildly offended." he crossed his arms. "Naww, poor Bucky." you played into it. He jumped of the counter and suddenly stood behind you while you were slowly finishing the sides of the cake. "If that helps you shut up." you shrugged and finished the cake frosting and went on with decoration. "Dunno what I wanna steal more right now." was whispered into your ear and Steve still with the others hiding behind the entrance went pink. "You can have both if you stop being such a little shit." "I'll have to pass. Not gonna change that about me." "Was worth a try." you chuckled. Stuffing your faces with chocolate cake was definitely a good way to spend a Sunday. "Your mom is a literal Queen. Wow." you said with a full mouth. "Can you see now why I'm overeating this stuff since the beginning of my existence?" you nodded heavily. "Thanks for making it with me." he smiled over at you. "Hey, of course. You know I'm always down for food." "Oh, I also bought a second plushie. In case you're interested." a dorky smirk came from him. "Always, you idiot." a laugh.