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Hi! I hope your doing okay and well, please ignore this if this makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to do this.

Request: Bucky Barnes oneshot with a military partner? Sounds cringe, but I would like to know what they'd do? Especially if their badass and able to take down multiple people?

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Thank you so much for your request!! I had a lot of fun writing this :) but also..... I am so so so sorry it took me so long to get to this, I've had it written for a while but I just didn't know how to end it!! i hope you enjoy <3

Touch the Sky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Pilot reader (any race)

Summary: You and Bucky go on a mission that doesn't go as planned

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: military, fighting, violence, mentions of weapons

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When you’d first been assigned an Avenger as your partner, you’d laughed a little bit. You couldn’t really imagine sticking Thor in the rear seat of your jet.

But when you’d found out you’d be working with Sergeant Bucky Barnes, well, you couldn’t really be too mad. Not only does he have real military experience, but he’s easy on the eyes. That’s always a plus.

When you enlisted at 18, you’d never thought you’d make it this far. After basic training, you were selected for a unique government program that put you on the fast track to becoming one of the most highly decorated pilots the country has ever seen.

To then be assigned to work with an Avenger was an honor, especially Sergeant Barnes.

You work better with him than any other partner. Your skills complement each other, and he has your back at every turn. He’s a fierce protector, he never lets you get hurt, and if you do end up injured, you know he’ll take care of you.

So today, you know that he’s got you when everything has gone wrong on your mission. It’d started going wrong when you’d had to land your jet in the water just off the coast of the island you were supposed to be scouting. A base for an organization known for smuggling weapons to gangs and other crime families is at the center of the island.

They’d somehow hijacked your comms and messed with your jet’s system. You lost control, and your only option was to land in the water. But Bucky was there, the voice of reason in your head the whole time.

You’re a strong and capable person, it’s how you rose so quickly through the ranks, but it’s always nice to have someone there as support. Bucky never steps on your toes; he respects the fact that not only do you outrank him, but you’re more experienced in the air. You’re in charge.

Now, he has your back just like he always does. The two of you, despite your disadvantage, make your way through the base and take down everyone in your way. The two of you are unstoppable, even as a group of men comes barreling toward you.

Bucky only gives you a glance before making his moves, protecting your blind spots as you fire at the oncoming attackers. You work seamlessly together, wordlessly communicating as if speaking telepathically.

Your gun clicks, but you don’t let running out of ammo scare you. Bucky hears it, too and changes his tactic, covering you with his own shower of gunfire while you pull a knife out of your belt.

Bucky taught you everything you know about fighting with knives, and you have to give it to him; it’s very effective.

You swipe at the man in front of you, cutting him deep before punching him hard. He goes down, unconscious for the time being.

Before long, all the men are down, and you and Bucky are moving on.

It was practically inevitable that the two of you would develop feelings for each other. It happened quicker than you’d care to admit, but come on, one look at him, and you were sold. He’d even gotten approval from the higher-ups before asking you out. He made sure to do everything right.

Six months later, he still does it right. On missions, at home, everywhere, he’s your right-hand man. Your number one fan.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks, not even slightly out of breath despite running through the base and fighting off dozens of agents.

“Of course,” you reply, smiling as you pump your arms. You’re no super soldier, there’s no serum flowing through your veins, but you keep up as best you can.

“It’s really hot when you do that.” Bucky comes to a stop in front of a closed door and starts working on the keypad to unlock it.

“Do what?” you ask, turning around to watch for anyone who might be coming your way.

You hear the door slide open, and you grin. He’s good. Bucky’s metal fingers circle your wrist and guide you back into the new room. You relish the feeling of cool vibranium against your skin.

He turns you around, and you catch his eyes. The bright blue pulls you in, and heat floods your body.

“When you take down those guys like it’s nothing. You’re so fuckin’ strong,” he whispers hoarsely. You smirk and shake your head; as much as you want to pounce on him and show him just how easy it is to take someone down, you know you can't afford to get distracted.

“Thanks, Sarge.” You give him a wink and take in the new room. It’s some sort of control room, full of screens and different security equipment. Bucky grumbles something to himself but joins you to watch the footage playing out in front of you.

You flip through different cameras and eventually find one that shows a warehouse. People packing different weapons shipments fill the screen, and you hum in satisfaction.

Bucky reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his comm equipment. Even though while you were in the air, it had all gone dead, they were equipped with flash drives. He plugs the drive into the system and downloads whatever footage he can.

The two of you stay, soaking up whatever intel you can get before someone inevitably realizes you’re in the security room.

“How’re we getting out of here?” Bucky asks, tucking his communicator back into his jacket. You’d been trying to figure that out as well. Your jet is out of the picture, probably already full of water and unsalvageable. Your heart tugs at the thought; you’d been through a lot with her. You aren’t ready to say goodbye.

You flip through the cameras, searching for their jet hangar. The island is impossible to reach unless you fly in or have a small enough boat to navigate the waters. There has to be somewhere to store their aircrafts.

It takes a little while, but eventually, you catch sight of a few jets, and luckily, you know how to fly them. Bucky figures out how to get there, and then you’re off.

You don’t run into anyone as you weave through the hallways, much to Bucky’s disappointment. However, you have to take down a few guys guarding the jets.

Bucky makes easy work of them, and you stand back, enjoying the view. His muscles strain, bunching beautifully beneath his uniform. You could watch him do this all day.

Bucky pretends to wipe the sweat off his brow as he flashes his perfect smile at you, and you roll your eyes. You circle one of the jets and go through your preflight ritual and checklist. You move with precision, and Bucky takes a step back to let you work. It’s been a while since you’ve flown this particular jet model, but you’re confident in your ability to make it work.

As you check off the next item on your mental list, Bucky moves to stand behind you, letting his hands linger on your waist. He lets his breath fan across your neck in a way that makes you shiver.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you jokingly scold, tilting your head back on his shoulder for just a moment. “This is no way to treat your superiors.” Bucky chuckles, squeezes your waist, then steps away.

You get through your checklist and finally board your jet despite the distractions. Bucky squeezes himself into the rear seat, and you can’t help but smile. You can’t use the headsets in the jet in case they’re broadcasted throughout the base, so you have to do any verbal communication before you get in the air.

“How ya feelin’ back there, Sarge?” you shout back to him, grinning as you begin your take-off sequence.

“Tight as always, you know I have long legs. There should be more leg room in these things,” he groans obnoxiously. A moment later, you’re in the air. You laugh to yourself as your jet starts to climb in altitude.

There’s something about flying: how your stomach sinks and your heart races when you take off that you’re addicted to. It never gets old, no matter how many times you fly. It’s always new, always so incredible. There’s nothing like it; nothing comes even close.

Usually, you’d be joking around with Bucky, but without the headsets, you sit with your own thoughts, focused entirely on getting the two of you home safely. You’re so in tune with the equipment that it’s practically an extension of yourself. Bucky has always been impressed by that.

After what only feels like a few moments, you’re approaching your military base. No one came after you; no one even tried to stop you.

You land easily and take a deep breath as you taxi.

“Attention passengers, this is your Captain speaking. It is currently 11:56 pm here in New York and a crisp 45 degrees Fahrenheit. Thank you so much for flying with us,” you say in your best professional voice.

“You’d be an awful commercial pilot,” Bucky chuckles. You hum a laugh as you bring the jet to a halt.

The debrief for the mission is long and tedious, but the second it’s over, you and Bucky make your way to your favorite 24-hour Chinese restaurant near the base. He pays for your food like the gentleman he is, and the two of you sit together in the nearly empty restaurant.

Moments like this make you feel practically normal, even though the two of you never will be. But honestly, you don’t want to be normal. You love being the badass couple. You love knowing that you make such a good team, that no matter what, you’ve got each other’s backs.

After dinner, the two of you head to Bucky’s apartment and get ready to do it all again in a few hours.

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