The bullpen was busy today as you sipped your now luke warm coffee from your travel mug. The laughter and talking echo through your office. Everything you wanted you finally had...well almost everything.

As you looked across your eyes were met with the icy blue eyes across belonging to none other than Detective James "Bucky" Barnes.

The stare Bucky held with you seemed to last eternity as you stood your ground admiring how his shirt stretched across those muscles in his chest that you'd learned so well. His jeans tight like always with his trusty boots you'd always make fun of him for keeping. Gold badge glistening in the fluorescent lights above.

A tight grip broke you out of your trance as you felt your best friend, Natasha Romanoff come up and pull you to her desk.

"Woah," you laugh as she doesn't relent dragging you clear across the bullpen, "Nat what's got you so excited?"

Natasha Romanoff, striking woman with a lithe, athletic build, fiery red hair, and piercing green eyes. Her personality was almost as fiery as her love for the job. Nat was always a natural talent, you'd envied how academy was so easy for her. As you got the shit kicked out of you she seemed to barely break a sweat. She'd been determined to be a detective for the Vice Unit and advanced quicker than anyone in your academy class.

"I found it."

"No, Nat!" She'd been working on locating the network were girls seemed to be going missing into from numerous strip clubs across the city. You'd think the lack of media coverage would discourage any hungry detective, but not Nat.

As Nat explained the new wire tap she'd been able to get the District Attorney to authorize you couldn't help but feel the heat build sensing the presence.

Bucky's gruff voice sliced through the air, "Nat, c'mon stop stealing my partner away ."

"She was my best friend first." Nat huffed finally relenting the grip she kept on your wrist. "But fineeee. If you must drag her away before briefing. Go do your narc things."

You shook your head chuckling, "I'd like to think our work could be more eloquently put than narc thingy."

Bucky laughed as it reverberated through your body. Your favorite thing when he allowed himself to let the softer side of him show was his laugh. It would fill the air and carried through whatever room you were both in. The deep laugh could always make you forget your worries lost in the sound you wished you could hear more often.

"Bye, Nat. Still on for Friday?" Nat just nodded completely thralled in her work not paying either of you attention. You turned your attention to your partner.

Bucky Barnes. Your partner in the Narcotic Unit, as deadly as he was handsome. Bucky tall, muscular man with rugged features, intense blue eyes, and dark brown hair. Even in academy was Bucky the draw of everyone. He earned his title of asshole first day and seemed to piss off mostly everyone who tried to work with him. Well, mostly everyone except you, earning you the title of Bucky whisper.

Bucky's face dropped into the serious mode he was known for. "What?" His mood changing making you feel uneasy.

"He's gonna ask."

You shook your head clearing your thoughts and mood sobering, "No." Bucky didn't seem to buy your denial. "He's not. I get he's your best friend but there is no way he is. He would have told you and brought you with him. Bucky your not serious."

"Oh, I'm sorry he's my best friend. Don't you think I would know that. Also you know Steve of course he wouldn't go to a store...He's got Sarah's ring." Damn, you hadn't thought of this as deeply as you should have forgetting how much Steve idolized his mother, Sarah.

Shit.

Before the two of you could continue you heard the footsteps you'd know from anywhere. Turning to see the one the only, Captain Steve Rogers. It wasn't a surprise to anyone when Steve was your academy's class president and soon rose to oversee the entire place itself. If you wanted a leader Steve was it...the best man you'd ever known. Steve Rogers is a broad-shouldered, muscular man with a clean-cut appearance, bright blue eyes, blond hair, and a strong jawline that reflects his classic all-American hero look.

"Buck, ready for me to humble you on the course Friday?" Steve's voice light as his eyes always held happiness never darkened through the rough times of work.

"Punk. There is no way you will beat me this time. Last time was a fluke."

Steve Clapped Bucky on the shoulder changing his focus to you. You felty his gaze wrack down your body normally wouldn't cause the queasiness in the pit of your stomach.

"You're still going out with Nat and Wanda right?"

You nodded not trusting your voice at the moment.

"Good. Hope you have fun."

You were saved by anymore interaction with Steve by him needing to start the briefing for the bullpen. You leaned against your desk as Bucky stood next to you. The more you tried to focus on the deadlines and protocol that Steve was talking about the more you got lost in your thoughts.

In no other words you were absolutely fucked.

Bucky moved his cellphone to show you a message typed but not sent on his messages to you. "He's my best friend. We shouldn't have started."

And there it was the age old dilemma that always stood between Bucky and you that was argued over more times than you wanted to count. The age old push and pull that the two of you always tried to fight but failed.

In that moment the whole world went silent because as much as the two of you fought it. Both of you knew the more passionate you both seemed to yearn for each other.

“That’s another fucking attack.” You whispered under your breath as the email came through, shortly followed by an onslaught of notifications from various different media outlets, wanting to interview you as the arson attack hit the headlines. It became breaking news in a few seconds, the number of victims flashing boldly in your face no matter where you looked.

You’d not long been assigned the infamous case of Lee Chan, a serial arson criminal on the run after numerous different hits on government buildings - this recent attack was no different. He’d even left his name graffitied on the office wall amongst the flames. He was starting to taunt the police force, even you directly with some of the phone calls you’d receive from him yet you could never trace the location of the phone that was used. 

“Have you tried contacting him yet?” Chanyeol quipped from behind you, at his desk with his fourth coffee of the afternoon. You knew damn well who he was considering to involve in this, making a small noise as you chewed your cheek to stop you spewing some distasteful words in his direction. 

“Why would a criminal want to assist the police force?” You muttered through your teeth, your eyes landing back on your computer monitor’s screen, “especially in the manhunt of a criminal he used to run with?”

“It’s worth a try, y/n,” Chanyeol sighed, rotating his chair as he took a swig of his coffee, still steaming in the mug. Your brows furrowed ever so slightly, “we don’t know what terms he left our criminal on, he could want his downfall as much as we do.”

-

Your numb fingers dialled the number into the payphone, mindlessly watching the naïve public bustling outside of the phone box as you held the phone to your ear. There was a click as the call was picked up on the other end. 

“Officer l/n,” his voice breathed, slightly raspy and deep as if he’d been barely awake for 10 minutes, “finally run out of leads?”

“That’s none of your business, Chwe,” you scoffed, your spare hand playing with the cord of the payphone, “will you help me or not?”

“Why should I, officer?” Hansol tutted, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards, “could it be because he’s killing all the government officials, one by one,” he drawled out his words, poking at you, “and if you don’t catch him, that’s on you, isn’t it? It’ll be all your fault, officer - but if you catch him... well let’s hope your name goes down in history, yeah? With a nice promotion attached.”

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into the palm of your hand as you bit your tongue, inhaling sharply as you processed how you could continue this conversation under a professional manner. You were becoming desperate, after all Hansol was right. Chan was picking off government officials like no tomorrow and the public were becoming uneasy over why the police hadn’t caught him yet, your name especially hanging on their tongues like venom now that you were leading the case. 

“What do you want in return for your help?” You uttered, finally done with trying to coax him into it. If you could bargain your way out with him, you could potentially betray him and sneak his own arrest by the time you were done with Lee Chan. 

“Well, that bounty taken off my head would be a nice start, officer.” Hansol chuckled and you could hear the ping of a kettle in the background as it finished boiling. You scoffed lightly, how could he be living such a normal life after all the things he did when he ran around with Lee Chan? Just casually making a morning cup of tea after he murdered a few hundred innocent civilians? I guess house arrest does that to a person but you wanted him in physical jail. His crimes needed a stricter sentence than just house arrest. 

“Okay, fine,” you closed your eyes for a few mere seconds, rubbing your temple with your spare hand’s fingertips, “we’ll discuss your reward tomorrow, I’ll be there with some officers.”

-

Slamming the car door shut behind you, you shrugged off your coat with a frustrated sigh. Slipping into the driver’s seat beside you, Chanyeol glanced in your direction. Seungho and Jaewook shuffled about behind you, presumably shrugging off their own coats. 

“Opinions, then?” Chanyeol spoke first into the tense silence of the vehicle, eyes on the road as he drove. Jaewook let out the loud scoff that resonated into the air, clicking his tongue.

“He’s full of such shit,” he began, tilting his head back against the car headrest, “he’s a manipulative psychopath, why are we even working with him?”

“He knows where Lee Chan is hiding.” You muttered, glumly staring out of the car window.

“And you think he’ll actually tell us the truth?” Seungho piped up, eliciting another scoff from Jaewook. Your eyes rolled at his behaviour, he’d always been short-tempered and perhaps you considered his temper too much for this line of work. 

“Well, he gave me a location,” your fingers drummed against your clothed leg methodically, “for some reason, I trust that he’s telling the truth.”

-

“What if it’s a trap?” An officer mumbled to another, clad in riot gear. The officer next to him shrugged momentarily, letting out a hum.

“Then it’s just another stain on the force’s name. This Chan guy has done enough without this being a trap.” You listened intently as they spoke, your eyes narrowed on the warehouse door. Beside you stood a handcuffed Hansol, his bright eyes admiring the warehouse as if this was a nostalgic trip for him. You almost scoffed but you kept it to yourself.

“He’ll want to speak to you alone first, officer l/n.” Hansol drawled out, low and slow yet you could hear the faint taunting in his voice. Inhaling, you nodded. Moving forward, you held your hand up to halt the men who’d accompanied you. There was only four of them, you didn’t want to come heavily guised but your boss insisted on taking at least four of the force’s officers, so you just grabbed any random recruits. They didn’t question your orders as you disappeared into the warehouse with Hansol on your tail. 

-

You remembered his face clearly from the one run in you’d had together when he still ran with Hansol. He hadn’t aged much since you’d seen him last, perhaps his jawline was more sharper and his hair was more tussled with a lack of style. You didn’t miss the fact he’d got himself a few piercings nor the fact that he seemed more butch - you did question how he found the time to work out when he was on the run like this. 

“Long time no see, y/n.” Chan quipped from where he sat upon a storage container full of car parts. Your brows furrowed.

“I didn’t realise we were on first name basis.” The words came out bitter, not that you intended them that way but he was sickening to look at for too long. You were staring a mass murderer and arsonist in the face with only a pistol and utter faith in Hansol. He’d long been pushed into the back of your mind from where you stood, heart racing a few beats quicker because you’d realised you’d stepped into the lion’s den if things went wrong here. 

Hansol on the other hand had long noticed you were only armed with a pistol, wearing a smirk on his defined face as he stood silently behind you. Oh how stupid you were, he thought as he stared at the back of your head. So innocent too, to have put your trust in him. He held your life in his hands - him, a criminal? You’d put too much trust into him in a desperate attempt to grab hold of Chan after all these years. Were you willing to risk your life this badly in the first place, just for Chan? Or were you really this blinded by the media and public’s pestering?

“We are now,” Chan chuckled, flicking on a lighter he was holding onto, “what brings you to my humble abode?”

“You know what,” you scoffed, glaring at him. Was he playing dumb? You couldn’t believe the audacity of murderers, “are you going to hand yourself in easily?”

“Oh, no,” Chan hummed, shaking his head. You watched the strands of dark hair that just about tickled his nose and stuck to his eyelashes, “of course not.”

There was a sharp jabbing pain in the back of your head, sending your vision into static as Hansol elbowed you from behind with the intent to knock you out. Chan sighed as you fell to your knees before your body tilted forward under your own weight and fell fully to the ground.

“It’s a shame she had to be the bait, Sol,” Chan muttered, putting his lighter down as he tilted his head back and showcased the pale of his neck in the sunlight that barely cracked into the warehouse, “we couldn’t have got some big bloke wearing a suit with a cigar in his gob?”

Hansol scoffed, turning his head from Chan to glance at your knocked out form on the concrete beneath him. His brows furrowed for a moment as he took in your features - eyelashes fluttered shut, roughed up hair and the smallest glittering of red blood drops shining amongst your hair at the back of your head. 

“Whatever,” Hansol turned his head away before the guilt suffocated him, stepping over your body, “are you going to get these cuffs off me or what?”

-

It was loud. Too loud, you decided as you regained consciousness. Your face pressed against the cold of the concrete, you assumed you was still in the spot you’d been knocked out in but you was incorrect. The back of your head stung and you winced, your eyes squinting at the glimpse of sunlight you could see. Your hands brushed metal behind you, chilling your skin. 

“Are these my handcuffs?” You whispered, slowly raising the upper half of your body as you rotated your legs so you could sit and observe the warehouse. Chan and Hansol were nowhere to be seen, yet there was the loud, echoing banging on the warehouse door as police attempted to ram open the barricaded door. Every attempt they made rang in your ears, tugging at your headache and causing you to squeeze your eyes shut as if it would make it go away.

“Idiots.” You faintly heard Chan’s voice in the darkness that was growing within the warehouse. How long had you been out? You cursed under your breath that you’d put your all into a murderer in the first place. You had trusted a man on house arrest at that, that was enough to take your grave in stupidity. 

Echoes bounced off the warehouse’s brick walls as another entrance to the warehouse was barged open, the rushing footsteps of your colleagues entering the building filling up the silence you’d been left in. 

“Hey! Welcome to the party, officers.” Chan’s voice was louder now and certainly more chirpy. You bit your tongue, your canines piercing it slowly as you felt the metallic taste of your own blood take up your mouth. You couldn’t make out the commands being yelled but following a minor silence, the warehouse erupted in heavy sounds of guns firing. You winced as if you was being hit, listening to the bullets ricochet off metal storage containers. 

There was the faintest hiss as a bullet pierced a gas pipe not far from you, before the sound ceased and you stared at it in fear. Hansol lurked in the shadows, his shaking hand grasping at Chan’s lighter. He had no words to describe what had urged him to do this. He could have had his freedom if he’d played along with you instead of being puppet for Chan again. Yet he could never deny Chan what he wanted, Hansol knew that. To hand in Chan for his own freedom, Chan would have had him murdered. At what price did freedom come?

His eyes fell to you across the room to see you already staring at him, your eyes fearful as you realised his intent. At the same time, the gunfire had ceased. Chan let out a soft, weak chuckle as he stared down at the dark red seeping through his shirt. Adrenaline numbed his senses but he doesn’t lose track of the fact he felt like he was getting weaker, ready to pass out as blood trickled from his mouth. This wasn’t part of his plan. Slowly, he turned to find Hansol - someone who had been ever so loyal to him but his turn threw him off balance, throwing him to the concrete below as he finally shut his eyes.

Hansol watched, stunned before blinking a few times to stop the stinging in his eyes. Perhaps you’d gotten your way with Chan’s death but he wasn’t going to let you survive to gloat about it. He wasn’t going to let your name go down in history, nor let you have that promotion. Raising the lighter to the burst gas pipe, Hansol let his thumb flicker the lighter on without a second thought.

The warehouse engulfed into flames, becoming a beacon of thick, heavy, black smoke in the sky of the outskirts of Seoul. 

-

“Today marks the one year anniversary of Seoul Warehouse Fire, where two criminals and thirty police officers were found burnt amongst the smoulders. Amongst the police officers lost in the fire was y/n l/n, who headed the search for the arrest of Lee Chan - also found dead at the scene. We have here Chief Superintendent, Kim Donghyun-” His finger pushed the ‘off’ button on the radio with a sharp intake. His chair rotated on his will, his eyes landing on the empty desk behind him. 

For the day, it’d been decorated with ceremonial items - particularly flowers and photos of you as the department mourned one of their best officers. 

“You caught him, y/n,” he breathed, swallowing the tough lump in his throat, “you caught both of them. Just like you wanted to. But at what cost?”

"He's an old family friend," you said with a grimace. Calling Dean a "friend" was a complicated situation, and it was about to become a lot more complicated if this little conundrum affected your chances at a big promotion. "What's he in for?"

"Disorderly conduct," she answered, and you had to bite back a breath of relief. If that was all, things weren't as bad as you had initially made them out to be.

"Listen," you sidled up to the side of her desk, lowering your head. "I know this doesn't excuse any behavior that violates the law, but he's a little..."  Leaving the sentence open-ended, the two of you turned your gaze on Dean, who grinned winningly back at you. Your boss sighed.

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Now, I know this is a class C demeanor, and that's not something I take lightly," you continued. "So, if you really think he needs to do the thirty days, I'll support your decision. But do you think we can cut him a little bit of slack just this once?" Your boss gnashed her teeth together in irritation for several moments before she finally responded.

"$500 fine," she barked. "That's the best I can do, but this is a one-time thing, Y/N, you hear me?" You stood straight up, nodding frantically.

"Yes, ma'am." She tossed you the keys to the cuffs.

"Good. Now get him the hell out of my station before I change my mind." As you approached the cell where Dean had been locked up, his face lit up. You first unlocked the cell door, and then knelt down in front of him to unlock the handcuffs.

"Long time, no see."

"Don't," you warned, being careful not to let your boss hear you. When he was free from all restraints, you grabbed him by the arm a bit more forcefully than necessary, ushering him out of the station.

"Come on, 'Mikey,' let's get you home." The moment the door to the station closed behind you, you let go of Dean's arm.

"Y/N," he started.

"Don't," you said again. "Not yet. She can still see us." The two of you walked in silence for a few more moments before you finally reached got close to your car, which was mercifully out of the station's view.

"Look, sweetheart, I-" In one smooth motion, you whirled on your heel, and slugged him right in the mouth. Dean staggered back, clutching his jaw in surprise. You smirked, despite yourself. That had been one hell of a punch. "Son of a bitch!" he swore, swiping his tongue over his now-swollen bottom lip. As you planted your hands firmly on your hips, he took a moment to collect himself. "Okay, I deserved that one," he finally admitted.

"Yeah," you agreed. "You did. I help you and your brother with a case, you sleep with me, and you're gone the next morning? That's a real shitty thing to do, Dean." He took a cautious step toward you, raising his hands placatingly.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. It wasn't anything personal, and I thought we were on the same page."

"And then the next time I hear from you is..." You glanced down at your watch. "Two in the morning to get your ass out of trouble with local police. You know what, I think you might deserve another one." You swung at Dean again, but this time, he dodged.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Okay, the first one was totally fair, but don't you think this is pushing it?" You let out a heavy breath through your nose, and your eye twitched.

"I think you’re pushing it," you shot back. Dean bowed his head, as if embarrassed, surprising you.

"I know," he agreed. "I'm sorry." That certainly wasn't what you had been expecting. "How can I make it up to you?" You gave him a suggestive once-over, looking up at him through your eyelashes

"Oh, I can think of a few ways." Dean matched your expression as you traced a finger over his chest.

"That so?" he replied. "Well, I think we can arrange that." You took a step back, clasping your hands together.

"Great! So, you're buying, then?" Dean frowned.

"Wait, what?"

"Breakfast," you answered. "After a long nap, though," you added as an afterthought. "It's still technically the middle of the night, and I was awakened at the ass-crack of dawn to take care of some business, on my day off, by the way." The bewildered look on Dean's face was absolutely priceless. "What else did you think I meant?"

"Well, I mean..." He swallowed hard. "I thought..." Leading him to your car, you patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax," you finally said, relieving him of the embarrassment. "Let's just head back to my place, and we'll get some food a little later, okay?" The eldest Winchester sighed in relief and got into the car.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Okay."

You weren't sure where the miscommunication had happened last time, but his apology did seem genuine. Plus, you got to punch him, so that felt pretty great. You did feel like you had to be careful around him, though. Last time, his charm had pulled you in, but you knew what to expect now. Whatever happened, you were not going to have sex with Dean Winchester again. Probably.

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My Everythings:

The sweat clung to your chest dripping down your boobs as you work your hips. God the way he felt inside of you always hit the right spot as you could feel him tense. Your nails dug into his toned chest as the two of you rocked in tune with each other, chasing the fleeting high.

His hands gripped into your waist holding you up slightly so he could thrust himself inside of you at a quickening pace. Your breathing coming out in short breaths as your moans echoed off the walls.

Your neck thrown back and eyes closed you could almost imagine he was someone else...almost until he reached his peak and your name comes out in a groan.

Back to the reality...

You leaned down kissing Steve deeply as you felt his muscular toned arms grab around your waist. Coming down from the high Steve peppers your face with tiny kisses, always ending with a lot one on your forehead.

Steve was also so sweet and gentle with you. The safety net in a world where every day you clip on the badge to your belt or holster your firearm could be your last. Steve was the perfect man, the one everyone woman who picks the shittiest of men finally feels safe with.

You melt onto Steve's body your head perfectly resting in the spot between his neck and chest. Your fingers trace delicate shapes lazily into Steve's chest as both your breathing comes back to a relaxed state.

"What about next summer?"

The questions comes abruptly.

"Yeah? Is that what you want? Summer wedding could be nice but you know it's always the worst to take vacation." You say only half-hearted listening to the conversation.

Steve hums in agreeance. "I know you don't care about the wedding." Your shift up to look Steve in the face your protest lost in your throat as he continues, "You told me you've never been the type of woman who dreamed of their wedding so why don't we just do it now."

You couldn't help but giggle because Steve might be the only man on the planet who listens to every word you say. Of course, he would remember the off handed comment when you visited your mother six months ago. Family picture scattered across the living room floor and your mother's offhanded comment how you never pretend married the neighbor or stuck a ball under your shirt to pretend like your pregnant like the other little girls. No, instead you joined the boys for cops and robbers, climbed trees and committed to being a cop.

"But I thought..." Steve silences you with a passionate kiss before interrupting you, "I want you. That's all I ever wanted. You know when I feel in love?"

"When?"

You were genuinely curious because for you it was a calculated moment to fall in love with Steve Rogers. You needed to love him. You wanted to love him. You should love him.

"Pepper spray day." Steve laughed to himself as if swept away in the memory, "Everyone was crying and having trouble handcuffing Captain Fury, but not you."

"Yeah, I'm sure my bright red face and snot running down my nose was real hot Rogers."

Steve gently cupped your cheek, "It was the determination. I knew if you were that determined in your job, I couldn't imagine how determined you would be as a partner. And you have been. Baby, you don't know how hard it was for those three months."

You wanted to shy away...Steve never talked about those months. The three months the two of you never spoke, didn't acknowledge each other's presence. It was the moment that changed your relationship with each other forever.

Years earlier...

"Oh fuck, baby!" Bucky's groans echoed in the supply closet as his hand intertwined in your hair.

Bucky's cock was hot in your mouth as you moaned with his rough hands holding your head in place. Your knees would ache later but right now you were focused on making him feel good.

You'd worry about fixing your hair or uniform later but right now it made you feel sexy and wanted. Bucky and you had never been official but more on than off, while the passion never seemed to stop.

Bucky's hips stuttered as your mouth was filled with his sweet cum, "Mhmmm baby swallow it all like a good girl. Better not drip out so no one knows what we did."

The secret of it made it sexier, the hiding your relationship was exhilarating. Soon Bucky had promised you both could make it official. He said last week you both would walk straight to human resources and fill out the paperwork.

As you stood Bucky held your face gently before sealing your debauchery with one final passionate kiss.

"Okay, okay, we gotta get to briefing."

Captain Hill stood before everyone reading out the names for today's pairings, "Rogers and" Your eyes darted to Steve when your last name was said. You loved riding with Steve. Reliable and safe. As always, a day you wouldn't have to be worried.

Sitting in the passenger seat as Steve was driving was nice. You'd just stopped by your favorite taco spot and nice a full from lunch.

"Got any fun plans Rogers? Any dates with weekend?" You inquired loving the blush that would creep up Steve's neck as his embarrassment grew.

"You know I never do. What about you, who's that mystery guy your seeing?"

You startle at his accusation as Steve motions to your neck. You bring down the visor and see the hickey visible. Fuck you'd have to warn Bucky later.

Before you could continue the radio clicked on as the dispatch radioed need for assistance for domestic violence. You picked up the radio, "Dispatch, Unit 12, en route."

When you both arrived, you heard the screams of a woman pounding on the outside of the front door. The streams of tears coming from her face as the scream ripped from her body sending chills down your spine.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Steve tried his best to get the full story but her cries kept interrupting. From what you knew she's been getting a divorce from her husband. He showed up drunk and demanded to see their two year old daughter. A verbal altercation ensued and he grabbed the little girl pushing the mother out of the residence.

You stood slightly off of the door as you pounded your fists, "Police! Open the door!"

"Go away!" a man yelled back as you heard the cries of an infant.

"You know I can't do that. Nothing you've done can't be undone. Your not in trouble, just come out and bring the little girl."

You could hear Steve behind you already radioing for backup, your heart thudding in your chest faster when you heard Bucky's voice crack over the radio.

"Do not come in I have a gun."

Before you could think you looked at Steve...first almost fatal mistake of many as you kicked in the door. The bang erupted through the house as you feel Steve right behind you without hesitation.

As soon as you rounded the corner you saw a man handing a baby pistol in his hand. Your body didn't have time to react just instincts and training kicking in.

"Put down the gun!" Your voice firm but focus on the firearm. "Sir, put the gun down now!"

Your mind went into to slow motion as you felt pressure on your back...then the bang. Your head hit the hardwood floor as you saw the toddler crying on the sofa unharmed. The blood pooled in front of you from the shot until you heard the sirens.

The call came next.

10-99

The code echoed.

10-99

Again, and again as you turned seeing more red across the floor.

"Steve!"

Fuck. Your body rushed not even seeing the rest of the officers around you.

"Steve. You're gonna be okay."

Steve was going pale as he reached for your hand. His eyes didn't seem to dim his sparkle as a cough erupted through his chest.

Your name came out faint as you leaned closer grabbing his hand as you applied pressure to his shoulder.

"It's just a scratch."

Of course, always being the hero.

"I love you."

Your cry got caught in your chest. The three words came at you as you leaned down closer.

"You're gonna be okay. You have to be okay."

Steve gave a faint smile as you both were so close.

Then before everything Steve leaned up and kissed you. The kiss was gentle but felt like a goodbye it couldn't be a goodbye. Steve leaned back down as you saw him grow paler.

"Fuck you, Steve Rogers. You don't get to fucking kiss me then die on me."

Steve gave you another smile as finally the paramedics rushed on scene taking over.

You'd fought Bucky you kept you back not letting you get in the back of the ambulance. The hot tears continuing to stream down your face.

You'd sat by Steve's side for six days as he was in the hospital. When he awoke you weren't there not being able to meet his face in-person. The anxiety wearing off and everything hitting you.

You were fucking Bucky. Steve confessed he loved you. You kissed Steve in a dying moment, or what you thought.

The night you'd had a screaming match with Bucky. You didn't know he'd seen you kiss Steve...heard the fleeting words. Things were said that couldn't be unsaid. Your world fell apart. Three months of time off and healing. Or so you thought because when you came back to work your life came crashing down. There wasn't escaping the words you said or what was to come.

"Fuck." You heard Nat next to you knowing if she was struggling the rest of you stood no chance against Captain Fury.

Looking to your right just one recruit seemed to not even seemed fazed. His face still resting in his normal what Nat called, "resting bitch face." Bucky Barnes continued his push-ups while the rest of you fumbled to keep some semblance of form. You couldn't help but notice the bulging of his biceps. The way his t-shirt seemed to be two sizes too small and clung to Bucky's chest was enough to make you notice.

Bucky's glance met yours as you hurriedly changed yours back to the ground.

The torture was soon over as Captain Fury dismissed the class to shower up.

"So saw you watching Bucky." Nat slightly bumped into you as you left the locker room. "I know , he's hot right and word on the street doesn't have some girl waiting for him on the outside. A shame how a guy like that is single."

"I was not!" You said shifting your focus intensely on your watch checking the time before class stated, "Besides, he's an asshole. Always thinks he's God's gift to the Earth. You think he just stares at himself in the mirror every morning."

Before Nat could respond Steve appeared coming out of the men's locker room, "Hey!"

Steve jogged to catch up with the two of you, "You both going to Dixie's tonight?"

Dixie's was the one dive bar in town that didn't hassle all recruits out of the place. Instead offering half off pints and where you often found yourself when you weren't training or studying.

"Was thinking about it." You said as Steve seemed to just ignore Nat all together, "Yeah, me too!" Nat pipped up finally drawing an acknowledging smile from Steve.

"Well, um maybe..." Steve never got to finish the though as Bucky appeared clapping him on the shoulder.

Your group chatted while on the way to chow hall as Bucky seemed to hang back only putting gin little quips here and there. As you approached you felt Bucky tap your waist coming close to whisper in your ear, "Yes, I do admire myself in the mirror. Bet I'd look even better in yours though."

You were speechless as everyone went into the chow hall.

Years later...

"Bucky hand me some of those hot Cheetos, will you?"

Bucky sat in the driver's seat as you both watched the house down the street. "Hey!" As Bucky pelted you with the bag of chips and laughed while you flipped him off.

"How long you think this asshole is going to stayed holed up in that shithole?"

You shrugged, "Umm I don't know Bucky that's why it's called police work."

The buzzing of Bucky's cellphone went off, "Fuck." Bucky murmured before silencing it.

"What trouble in paradise?"

Before Bucky could answer your phone went off next, geez was the whole world against the two of you now. You answered keeping the phone pinned against your ear and shoulder, "Hey baby."

"Hi, you staying safe out there?" Steve's voice echoed as you could tell he was still holed up in his office, "Keeping punk out of trouble?"

"Mhmmm. He keeps complaining though." Looking over you see Bucky flip you off, "Wow and flipping me off! Sounds like insubordination to me."

Steve's deep laugh came through the phone and always made you feel better. Steve was good at that. He was good at making you feel safe. Always was.

"Put me on speaker." You obliged giving Bucky a wink before, "Punk, stop messing with my fiance. Don't make me write you up for insubordination, technically she outranks you."

"Punk," Bucky groaned, "She outranks me cause I pissed off Captain Fury who demoted me for no reason! You know we'd be the same rank."

"Well maybe you should not have rushed into that house before the SWAT guys pulled up."

You laughed listening to the best friends arguing back and forth. The two of them were always inseparable. You'd always loved their friendship. That was until somehow everything turned beyond the two of your control. Oh how your life just seemed to spiral more than you could have imagined.

"Baby," Steve's voice pulled you from your thoughts, "Come over when you're done?"

"Yeah, if you promise to go home and actually leave the office at a decent time."

Steve gave you a huff but complied as you said your goodbyes and hung up.

Silence filled the car.

"She wants a baby."

Bucky's comment almost made you lose your breath.

"That's good right?"

"I don't think I want to." Bucky said and you knew not to look over, "Or I don't think I want to with her." And there it was the comment that would always come back.

"Bucky. Enough. Your scared of being a Dad everyone is. You'll be god and you know Nat will be a good mother."

"But." Bucky started but you were damned if you were gonna let him finish that statement, "But what Bucky? Your married. I'm getting fucking married...to your best friend!"

Bucky's eyes went to your hand seeing the glistening ring on THAT finger.

So many mistakes had been made for the two of you to get to here. Bucky knew it. You knew it, but damn it if you both were gonna blow up your lives...for what some good sex? Both of you knew it probably wouldn't work...or had that just been a lie you'd told yourself so many times you made yourself believe.

"Fuck there he goes."

As if it seemed to go on for hours finally, he stopped and you all waited.

Your heart stopped as you scanned the list finally for your name.

The breath escaped as you felt Nat tackle you into a hug, "Roomies!" Nat screamed as you both giggled with laughter. This couldn't be any more perfect as you basked in being done with training. Finally, after all the hours of studying and hard work it was time. Your life was just beginning.

The air of the bar filled with cheering and laughter. Everyone had quickly changed out of their dress uniforms after graduation to have a celebratory beer. The music rang through the air as cadets celebrated finally be real cops.

"So you ready to room with Nat?" Bucky leaned against the bar next to you as you slowly sipped your beer.

"Mhmm." You hummed absent mindedly, "Steve and you gonna room together?"

Bucky laughed, "Who else would I rather live with than that punk."

Who would have thought the four of you thick as thieves would stay together. The job would be a little less scary when you were surrounded by your support system. The world would be a little less cold with the four of you all together.

"So," Bucky charmed as he started to come closer to you, "One last time?"

Your chest tightened as you knew what would come next. The last time was always promised as the last time...until Bucky asked one more time. You knew you were too weak to deny the request...but deep down you knew you never wanted to deny him anyway or yourself.

Bucky's hands graced up your ribs as you felt his breath span across your ribs. His tender kisses came peppered down your body. Your breath came out shaky as you inhaled and exhaled.

"God your beautiful." Bucky's slick tone cut through the thick air, "I'd never get tired of you."

The pleasure of tingling warmth radiated from between your legs as you felt Bucky's lips bring gasps from your lips. Your orgasm came over you intense and electric, like laughter that bursts out of you.

Bucky's face came into view as he tenderly kissed your lips.

This couldn't happen again the phrase continuously rang through your head. It wouldn't happen again...but you could not let it go. You needed him like you needed water. Your mind ceased thinking when you felt him slipping into your core. The fullness made you gasp.

...

The academy building loomed above you as you stood. The memories coming back to you. It felt weird to come back to the place where it all started. You welcomed the next two weeks of teaching the new cadets. When Steve asked if you would, without hesitation you said yes.

The relief of getting some time away was welcomed.

"Just like old times right?"

Fuck you.

Life could not be easy could it.

You took a deep inhale as you faced Bucky, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Bucky sighed, "Not the welcome I thought I would get."

"What? You think I would just be happy? I left to get a break."

"From me?"

"Everyone."

Bucky met your eyes seeing the bags that were under your eyes. It looked like you hadn't slept in days and Bucky felt like an asshole for begging to get put on the staff for the next two weeks. When Steve off-handily stated the firearms instructor had to back out for family reasons Bucky jumped at the opportunity. Bucky made some off hand statement about insuring the next generation or some bullshit.

"Let's just get through the next two weeks okay?"