Mission Report - Senator
Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Ladda and James are part of the Winter Soldier program. These are different stories of their missions, their traumas, and their history together over the years.
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November 2nd, 2026, Dominican Republic
She lived on the outskirts of Manabao, Jarabacoa, near La CiĆ©naga. Her property was nestled deep in the mountains, with only a handful of houses nearby. The winding dirt road that led to her home was entirely privateāa feature that gave her a false sense of security.
It was nearly midnight when Rose arrived home. She parked her motorcycle in the garage and headed straight for the shower. After nearly a week in the fieldāsurviving on wet wipes and way too much perfumeāshe needed to stand under hot water long enough to feel human again. As the steam filled the bathroom, and she brushed through her damp hair, a quiet restlessness began to settle in. She was going to see Jack, her son, for the first time in a week.
In the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of red wine and turned on Ella Fitzgerald. Humming along, she began to prepare Jackās favourite mealāmac and cheese with roasted chicken. These peaceful rituals, like the remote location, were part of the illusion of safety she allowed herself. But underneath that calm, the fear always lingered. A part of her half-expected a grenade to crash through the open window and reduce everything to rubble.
She knew there was no real danger. Sheād done her sweep: the first gate, the perimeter fence, the hidden cameras linked to the small surveillance hub in her study. But the intrusive thoughts came anywayāpart of the mental residue she brought home after spending seven days in the desert surrounded by hitmen and sandstorms. It was the price of being a CIA field operative.
Rose exhaled slowly. She was tired, but Jackās dinner wasnāt going to make itself. After finishing the meal, she cleaned her gear, taking special care with the tools of her trade. Hidden behind the sofa in her study was a secret panel leading to a small tech room, where she stored her computers, weaponry, and surveillance screens. She set down little Peggy IIāa battle-worn Getac B360 that had taken a bullet in South Sudan. Tomorrow, while Jack slept, sheād transfer all the intel and lay Peggy II to rest.
That night, she took three Ambien and prayed for a nightmare-free sleep. She slept deeply, but some dreams still dragged her back to Siberia. To the cold. To the screams. And worst of all, to his faceātwisted in pain and rage.
In the dream, she saw the snow falling again, slow and silent, like ash. She felt the sting of the chains biting into her wrists. Metal on skin. Blood on snow. And thenāhis hands, bruised and trembling, brushing against hers in the dark. There had been a moment, barely a breath between missions, when everything else had disappeared. The war. The orders. The voices in their heads. Just the warmth of his forehead pressed to hers in a corridor lined with frost, his breath misting between them. Heād looked at her like he remembered who he was. Who she was.
But the memory always fracturedāsplintered by alarms, by blinding lights, by the sound of someone being dragged down a hallway.
She turned away from it in her sleep, mumbling something incoherent. Her body, though motionless, flinched as if resisting the pull of something long gone.
And then his face again, not as it had been in the coldāferal, hurtingābut how she remembered him after it all. After the silence between missions. After the Winter.
The next morning, Rose hopped in her Jeep and took off down the narrow jungle road. Jackās boarding school let out at noon, giving her just enough time to make it and surprise him with a cold Coke and a tiny car keychain sheād picked up at the airport.
Sending Jack to a boarding school was the compromise sheād made between motherhood and espionage. It came with its share of awkward encountersāespecially from teachers who liked to play amateur detective. Like Ms. Reyes.
When Rose arrived, she checked in at reception and made her way to the first gate, where other parents were already waiting. The bell rang, and a swarm of children poured out.
She scanned the crowd for Jack but was intercepted by a woman in her late 30s or early 40s, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.
āMs. McMillan!ā Ms. Reyes exclaimed. āThis is⦠unexpected!ā
Rose tried to offer a polite smile. āI notified the school Iād be picking Jack up today. Is he not ready?ā
āOh, yes, yesāheāll be out shortly. But I actually wanted to speak with you. About⦠some things Jack mentioned.ā
Roseās expression sharpened. āIs Jack okay?ā
āHeās perfectly fine. But some of the things he said about you⦠about your workā¦ā
āAbout me?ā Rose blinked. āJack doesnāt usually talk about me.ā
āWell, Roseāhe did mentionāā
āMs. McMillan.ā she corrected coolly. Rose had zero patience for the faux-friendliness some people used to lower your guard. She wasnāt here to bond with Jackās teacherāshe just wanted to know what the hell was going on.
āMs. McMillan.ā Reyes corrected herself, awkwardly. āCan I ask what line of work youāre in?ā
āDid Jack ask you to?ā
āNo⦠not exactly. He just said you work a lot. Andā¦ā
āWell, if he knows his mum works hard to provide for him, I donāt see why that should keep you up at night.ā
āItās justāother parents have started to question it, too.ā
āOther parents?ā Roseās tone hardened. āI donāt even know the other parents.ā
āWellā¦ā
āMOMMY!ā Jackās voice cut through the tension. Rose turned and saw him sprinting toward her.
āI came to get my son, Ms. Reyes. Thatās all. Have a good day.ā She ended the conversation without another glance.
Jack threw himself into her arms, and she scooped him off the ground in a tight hug.
āYou came!ā
āOf course, baby. Iām here. Letās go.ā
On the drive home, they shared a Coke and sang Smash Mouth at the top of their lungs. Rose tried to catch up on every little detail of his weekāhis friends, his classes, what he loved, what annoyed him. She wanted to know it all.
āā¦and then Isabella started spitting her food.ā Jack said between giggles.
āThatās kind of clever. Did you join in the prank?ā Rose asked, amused.
āNo⦠I just laughed a little.ā Jack admitted, dropping his gaze. āI know it was mean, but sheās the one who put gum in my notebook last year. Remember?ā
āI remember, love. We hate that girl.ā Rose chuckled. āBut also, laughing at someone getting picked on isnāt cool.ā
āI know, Mommy. I swear I didnāt do anything!ā
They ate lunch together and continued talking. Rose gave a few life lessons in between bites of chicken. Jack begged her to watch a movie before bed. She gave in, made popcorn, and let him choose.
When she returned with the bowl, she found him staring at the TV, wide-eyed.
āMOMMY, MOMMY!ā he shouted. āItās Captain America!ā
āThatās not Captain America.ā Rose muttered as she saw Sam Wilson giving a speech to a group of reporters.
āAnd look! Itās Bucky Barnes!ā
Rose froze. James. His hair was shoulder-length again, and he was dressed in a sharp navy suit. He stood beside Wilson, stoic but composed. It didnāt surprise her that after Wilsonās speech, Bucky stepped forward to speak.
What did surprise her was what he said:
āā¦and thatās why Iām officially announcing my candidacy for United States Senator.ā
āWhat the fuck?ā Rose whispered, stunned.
āWhoa.ā Jack breathed. His eyes sparkled with admiration. āBucky Barnes is my favourite superhero.ā
Roseās heart twisted. Her son was unknowingly idolizing his own fatherāand had no idea.










