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rkfanfics · 5 years

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One Shot part 2

Since having the baby over six months ago Renee wasn’t really feeling herself that much. She wasn’t feeling sexy these days. Her old wardrobe she had to get rid of because it no longer fit like it used to. She felt fat and ugly. Then she was so busy. If she wasn’t taking care of her son Michael J Jordan she was at work and or taking care of the house. She didn’t make time to relax, go out with her friends, or even enjoy herself with anything.

Having a baby stopped a lot of things for her. She had the help of her husband Michael and his and her family. She just didn’t feel comfortable allowing someone other than her and her husband looking after their child. It’s not that she didn’t trust them she just didn’t wanna leave that responsibility on someone else when she was able bodied to do it.

To try and help bring her out of her funk Michael set up a day for her to be pampered and get beautified leading up to a night out with her girls. He hired a masseuse, a hairstylist, makeup artist, and got his stylist Ade to bring a rack of women’s outfits and accessories to their home.

When Renee got home from work to see a masseuse, hair stylist, makeup artist, nail tech, and his female stylist Ade she was in awe. Her hubby never cease to amaze her with everything he did. To not leave her clueless and have her blowing up his phone asking a lot of questions he texted her what he had planned. The plans was for her to get pampered, beautified, go out to dinner with her girls, check out the knew nightclub downtown, then back home.

After she had her massage she showered, got her mani, pedi, hair and makeup done, and found something to where from Ade’s clothing rack. She was wearing a red thin strap pencil dress, paired with some six inch Christian Louboutin sandal, and a black leather jacket from Michael’s Coach line. Her makeup was light, her nails and toes were white, and her hair was straighten into a half up half down style. Her friends Jayla, Michelle, and Dana had arrived earlier and came up to the room to watch her finish getting ready. Ade and the other workers packed up and left once Renee was done with them.

Michael had come home a little while ago after dropping little man off at his sisters place for her to watch him for the night. He hadn’t seen Renee since this morning so he decided to wait downstairs and watch tv until the girls came down.

Once Renee was finished getting ready her and her girls took a few pictures to add to their memories. They were going to make tonight one for the books. After their mini photoshoot they got word that the driver for the night was outside. They each came down the stairs leaving Renee behind while she made sure she had everything.

Michael stood holding the front door open nicely complimented each of the girls as they exited the house into the awaited black three row Escalade. He slightly closed the front door leaving a crack to try and go see what was taking his wife so long. Before he could hit the stairs he heard the clicking clacking of heels. He looked towards the noise to see his wife at the top of the stairs. They were having a silent stare off with him being speechless and her trying to read his expression.

“How do I look? Is it too much? Not enough?” Asking nervously while still standing at the top of the stairs.

“Um babe can you come downstairs fully so I can get a better look at you?”

She grabbed the rail to keep herself balanced and from falling down the stairs Michael never took his eyes off her. When she made it to the last few steps he grabbed her free hand to help her down the rest of the way. He spun her around looking and admiring every inch of her body.

“Damn baby if I knew you was going to be looking like this I wouldn’t have planned a girls night out but just a night with me. Damn you look incredible. Can you do a model walk for me please?”

Loving the attention her husband was giving her she gave him a model walk towards the couch and back where he stood by the stairs giving a dramatic spin. He bit his bottom lip admiring the love of his life. He was really starting to regret this girls night he planned. If he could he would cancel the whole thing now sending Renee girls on their way promising to make it up to them some other time.

“Alright now that I know how you feel. I wanna quickly thank you for all this you did for me today baby. I love and appreciate you so much for everything you do. You could’ve just told me I was beautiful and that you loved me and I would’ve been satisfied. You going all out like this is amazing though. I love baby.” Smiling caressing his beard looking into his eyes before giving him a sweet kiss.

Pulling away staring back into her eyes having a firm grip on her back side. “I love you to beautiful. I’m glad to put that smile on your face and make you feel good on the inside and outside. You’re beautiful to me no matter how you looking or what you’re wearing. Tonight is all about you. I just wanted to do this for you because I know you been in a bad funk lately and I wanted to do something for you to bring you outta of that. Did I help bring you outta that funk?”

Smiling. “You definitely did. Not only do I look sexy I feel it to. I might be in trouble tonight in this dress. You better hope other guys don’t stare too long because if looks could kidnap I’d be added to the missing persons list tonight.”

“Hmm on second thought I think I wanna come along. I wouldn’t mind being the only guy and I’m sure your girls wouldn’t either.” Pretending like he was going upstairs to change.

Giggles. “Nope. Tonight you said it’s all about me so you gotta stay here. I’ll be back whenever.” Saying while headed towards the front door.

Smirks. “You think you’re funny. Don’t let me pop up to wherever y’all be at and snatch your ass up and bring you home to punish you. You know I’m good for it.”

Texting her girls in a group text to let them know she was coming. “Yeah ok. You enjoy yourself here tonight daddy. Mommas got a date with a Italian dish, some glasses of wine, and a dance floor after. Don’t wait up for me.” Quickly trying to slide out.

He grabbed her from behind walking out the door with her to the Escalade. He helped her in the back seat alongside her friends.

“I want y’all beautiful ladies to enjoy yourselves tonight. Especially you.” Saying with his head inside the window looking towards Renee.

“Oh I will don’t worry.”

“Y’all keep in eye on her. Make sure she don’t get too crazy. She feeling herself tonight. Matter of fact bring her home by 12:30.”

“Aww just 12:30.”

“Nah make it 12:00.” She playfully smacked her lips. “Smack them lips again and you won’t be going anywhere.”

Sly smirk. “Boy bye. Driver get us outta here.”

“Don’t play with me girl I’ll embarrass you in front of your friends.”

Giggles. “Ok whatever. Get in the house I love you bye.” Gently pushing him away from the vehicle before the driver pulled off.

“Owe girl you gon be in some serious trouble when you get back home.” Michelle said.

Shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe I like the trouble I get myself into.”

“Damn it’s that good girl?” Dana chimes in from the back row.

“Honestly I don’t mean to brag but hell yeah. We don’t get to do it as much since I had our son but when we do we make it worth while.” Saying with confidence.

“Damn girl I’m jealous. You got a fine ass husband, you fine, y’all got a handsome baby boy, y’all both rich and successful, and have great sex. I need to know the formula for how you did this.”

“Girl mainly communication. Even if it’s just ten or fifteen minutes out of the day.”

One Italian restaurant, some Italian dishes, and a few glasses of wine later the girls made it to the Atrium nightclub. Being that Renee’s friend Jayla was blood related to one of the bouncers at the door they were able to skip the line outside and head right on in. They got side eyes from some chick and lustful eyes from other chicks. They heard the “ain’t that Michael B Jordan wife” from some girls and guys. Also hearing the usual “ damn she fine. Michael ain’t handling that right. I’d have her on crutches from beating that up” comments. Renee was used to this by now because in the past she would’ve felt hella uneasy.

One club section, some vodka shots, some booty twerking, and some camera pics and videos later the time was a little pass 1am and the girls besides Renee was winding down. Renee was completely drunk at this point with a slur in her speech and a wobble in her step. She totally disregarded what Michael said about a curfew. She knew the possible consequences but didn’t care about them.

Once it was time to go the girls had to grab Renee’s jacket, clutch purse, and help her back to the awaited vehicle. When they got back to Renee’s house they used her cellphone to call Michael to come outside and retrieve his drunken wife. He came outside in Nike slides, grey sweatpants, and a white tank top to see his wife shit faced in the back seat. He found her to be hilarious in this state. He grabbed her belongings from her girls then helped Renee out the vehicle towards the house sending the girls on their way.

It was hard trying to hold her things in one hand and then help her walk at the same time but he managed. When inside he laid her on the couch and put her clutch and jacket on the coffee table then went to the fridge to get her a bottle of water to flush out the alcohol.

“Daddy can... you hel... p me take.. this dress... off please. I’m hot.” Barely saying in a whiny voice.

He came back from the kitchen with a open bottle of water and sat on the coffee table in front of her. She tried to grab the bottle from him but he held it back.

“Not so fast grasshopper. You disobeyed me tonight. I wanted you home by twelve and it’s past 2 o’clock now. I was about to come to that club and snatch your ass up outta there but I decided to let you rock.”

“Maybe I wanted you to.” Saying still with a slur in her speech. She leaned forward some to start rubbing up and down his shoulders and on his chest.

“Since you don’t listen I want you strip for me. Every item you take off earns you a sip of these water. If you take too long I’ll take a sip for you. Now get that ass up I wanna see a show.”

He switched to the couch holding the bottled water tightly in his hands. She struggled to get off the couch falling on her knees then using the coffee table as leverage. She struggled to stand without her knees wobbling. She turned around and bent over in front of Michael’s face to try and take her heels off.

“Nah I want you to keep those on for now.” Moving her hand away from the heel strap. She gave a frustrating huff in the process. “Oh so you trying to huff and puff now.” He took a big sip of the water. “Take that dress off and stop playing with me and hurry up.”

She stood up straight and reached behind her back to try and pull the zipper down which was highly difficult. She had help from Ade to put the dress on so taking it off would need some help. She started to get cotton mouth from how dry it was and that water going down her throat would be lovely. It’s not like she couldn’t go to the fridge and get her own bottle of water she just liked the sexual fun that came with all this.

Putting her arms down in frustration. “Daddy I need help with the zipper. Can you help me please?” Putting on her best kind facial expression.

“Since you asked so nicely sure I’ll help a little bit turn around.”

She turned around as he stood up to help her. With the water bottle in one hand he used the other hand to pull the zipper down to about the middle of her back. He sat back down to watch her do the rest. She unzipped the rest of the zipper, slid the straps off, slowly slid the dress down, then stepped out of it turning around to face Michael.

His dick was already hard but if there was a way for it to get even more hard then it just happened. Seeing his wife in her see through strapless bra and panty set was a beautiful sight to see. He was starting to no longer be mad anymore and wanna carry her upstairs and have his way with her.

Renee could kind of since that he was letting his guard down so she was going to try and use this to her advantage. She was soaking wet down under and wanted him to feel it. She straddled his lap and was able to feel his dick damn near stabbing her clit through his grey sweats earning a moan from her. He held the water bottle towards her mouth giving her more than a sip surprisingly. Two drops of water slid down her chin to her chest in a race to her breast. Michael watched both drops to see which one made it to her breast the fastest.

His eyes were locked in on her huge double d’s and she had him right where she wanted him. She took her hands and unsnapped her bra from the front letting her breast be freed. Michael’s eyes damn near fell out their sockets at the sight.

Standing up from his lap. “Daddy I have to use the bathroom all those drinks catching up to my bladder. So can we take this upstairs to the bedroom please?” Saying a seductive tone while extending her hand out for him to grab.

He didn’t take no time hopping up off the couch to let her lead the way upstairs smacking and grabbing a handful of her ass on their way up. Once upstairs she left him on their king size bed while she went to use the bathroom and freshen up. When she finished her business she came out the bathroom completely naked to see him on the bed naked as well stroking himself. She stood admiring the sight of her sexy ass husband and the things she wanted to do to him and the things she wanted him to do to her.

Stopping mid stroke. “Come here.” Using his free index and middle finger signaling for her to come.

She slowly seductively did as he said stopping right in front of the bed frame.

“I want you to come sit on my face. I wanna eat while laying down on my back.” Sliding down on the bed some.

She got on the bed and crawled up his body with her ass stopping at his pelvis. She planted her hands flat on the bed with her breast swinging down like two swings at a playground distracting him. She bent down to kiss him biting and pulling on his luscious lips and grinding her ass towards the tip of his dick.

He was starting to lose his mind so he had to try and gain some control. He snaked his arms under her legs locking them in place. Then he slowly started to lift her up pulling her away from his lips to place her on his face. Her clit was on his lips between his chin and his nose. So every time he breath it hit her clit and made her shiver and moan. He hadn’t even started anything yet and she was going crazy. She held on to the headboard for balance and safety then he went to work.

He started licking from the top of her clit to the bottom getting into a rhythm. Then he started swirling his tongue all around as if he was writing both their names in cursive with his tongue. This action damn near drove Renee off the edge to where she put her hand down there to interfere. Michael lifted his hand under her legs to grab both her arms and pin them behind her back as tight as he could.

“Michael... baby I.. I’ m ready to cum. I... can’t tak.. this any.. lon.. ger.” Moaning every word out.

“Nah hold it until I say release.” Making sure to breath hard on her clit with every word he spoke.

He started licking and sucking on her clit at a turbo speed making Renee about to bust. A bit of her cum slipped out but she didn’t think he noticed. He then started to move his tongue in and out of her center at a fast pace like a frog catching a fly while sitting on it’s lily pad in the pond.

“I’m ready for you to cum for me baby. Release it all now.”

She didn’t waste no time letting it all flow out. She damn near drowned him with her juices but he didn’t miss a beat. He licked up ever drop leaving a little for her to taste herself. After catching her breath he released her and she went down to kiss him tasting herself on his lips and beard.

She then hopped on top without his permission catching him off guard before he could stop her. He planted his hands firm on the bed to lift up and slide up towards the headboard for comfort as she took her ride. She didn’t miss a beat bouncing up and down and all around. He had his hands on her breast trying to suck them but found it a bit difficult as she road him.

“You like that daddy? Am I riding it good for you?” Saying breathlessly.

“Of course sexy but I’m not letting you get that nut until I pound them walls first.”

She ignored the last part trying to focus on her task at hand which was make him cum. He never really liked letting her make him cum but tonight she wanted to change that. She picked up the pace more making him slide down the bed some. Then she started squeezing tightly on his dick when she slid back down on it. He was lost for words and she felt something shoot in her making her go faster and squeeze tighter. He completely exposed inside her bringing a sexy smile on her face.

“Damn daddy did mama make you bust? I’m sorry baby but I had to get mine.” Saying while riding out the rest of the orgasm feeling completely confident and sexy.

He was lost for words she beat him at his own game and he couldn’t be mad but he was for sure going to get his revenge. He swiftly switched positions having her ass up face down. He didn’t even warn her before he stuck his dick in her pussy. She had her hands pressed on the bed, face firmly planted into the pillow and back arched while receiving hard back shots. He was using her ass cheeks as a snare drum with the way he was hitting them. He wasn’t planning on letting up anytime soon. He wanted her to feel him deep inside her stomach.

With the way he was hitting it he might put another baby in her maybe even two or three. She didn’t care she was a pleasured moaning mess. She knew by the morning she might not be able to walk or talk but she loved the feeling.

They went more rounds in different positions and different areas of the room. The last round was back on the bed and now they were cuddled up under the sheets looking deep into each other’s eyes conversing.

“Wifey did I make you feel sexy today? Did I bring you outta of that funk you’ve been in?” Caressing her cheek.

Taking a deep breath. “You definitely did hubby. I wanna thank you for all that you did for me today and every other day. I love and appreciate you so much. Even if I don’t say it as much as I should I truly do.”

“I know you do. I love you to. I think I might’ve put a baby or two inside you tonight though.” Laughing a little to ease her mind.

Giggles. “Shit I think I might’ve made you do it when I road you and made you bust.”

“So you not mad that you could possibly be pregnant with another baby so soon with jr. not even being close to one yet?”

“Definitely not. We both agreed to have more than one baby. Remember?”

Makes a signs of relief. “Yeah I remember. I was just making sure. But how many do you want.”

“I wanted just two but if we happen to come up on twins then I wanna have a forth one to make it even. If that’s ok with you.”

“Definitely. I wanna have a little princess and another prince who looks like me since our first born took your face and dark chocolate complexion. How about you?”

“Same but as long as I get to have more healthy happy babies with you the gender don’t really matter to me. But a boy that looks like you is dangerous.” Giggling to herself.

Grins. “What’s dangerous about that?”

Giving him a knowing look. “Boy oh boy you already a mess with your looks and charm using them to get your way and to get out of certain things. Imagine that in our son looking like you with matching dimples.”

Michael couldn’t argue with that because he knew it was true. They spent the rest of the night or early morning talking until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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samingtonwilson · 6 years

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Faking It - Part 2 - Bucky Barnes

Part 1

Summary: loosely based on Faking It by Calvin Harris feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty (watch here, listen here).

Warnings: language, a little angsty

A/N: this part’s a bit of a doozy and i still love this song like crazy. like, really, really crazy.

Your cheeks hurt when Bucky was in the same room.

Your lips would curve up and your cheeks would ache in a soreness you could feel for the remainder of the day but neither would your eyes narrow, nor would your irises gleam. You couldn’t frown, though— you wouldn’t frown.

You justified it to yourself, you told yourself it was okay to pretend being over him. After all, the smile he sent you in return was just too calming, the shift in his features as he listened to you speak was just too pacifying, the sound of his voice as he spoke to you was just too honeying— you were allowed to once again find the warmth of his presence addicting, you were allowed to act as if you could no longer feel the weight of your feelings for him in every part of you. You were entirely allowed to still be in love with him— but he could never know that.

He thought the mask of contentment you wore eventually slipped off to reveal similarly placated features underneath, he thought the faux smiles you offered him were more authentic than the sighed “I love yous” and soft gazes of the past. And even this hurt him, even this forced his heart into his stomach and his stomach into jerky somersaults.

But he justified it to himself, he told himself it was okay that you were over him. After all, the relationship the two of you shared was just too explosive, the burden of his weight to carry was just too taxing, the loss of his stress looming over you must have been just too relieving— yet he was allowed to find contradictory solace in your warmth while he burned, he was allowed to be glad that the world he set on fire for you was serving its intended purpose. He was entirely allowed to still be in love with you— but you could never know that.

Your first thought rang loudly in your head upon seeing Bucky as he sidestepped Steve’s chair to enter the kitchen. His dark hair stuck up at all ends, his cheeks and jaw littered with three day’s growth, and his clothes were soft and lightly wrinkled. You almost shouted those three words your mind seemed to be consistently whispering when he offered you a crooked and lazy smile, swollen eyes narrowing as slate blue irises glistened beneath thick lashes.

He nodded in appreciation when you handed him his favorite bowl from the dish basket, reaching above you as you sat atop the counter in order to retrieve a mug from a high cabinet. He struggled a bit to pull the porcelain from the cupboard, only able to open it a crack to make sure it didn’t smack the back of your head.

Finally removing it, he sighed and stepped back. “Thanks for moving out of the way, doll.”

“Here to help, Buck,” you quipped, turning your attention to the magazine in your lap once more. You narrowed your eyes at the pages you were unable to concentrate on, your smile now a smaller smirk— you were vigilant in making sure it wouldn’t shrink further. “You’re up awfully early— s’only noon.”

He nodded, leaning back against the counter opposite you so he could trace your features. He followed the slope of your nose to the swell of your smiling lips, the length of your eyelashes to the curve of your ears. “Had a long night.”

“Yeah? Another rousing night of you and Steve checking your dentures to figure out which tooth is the bluetooth the kids are going on about these days?”

You heard a fork clatter and turned your head in the direction of the noise, seeing a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted in a wide scowl. There was a bit of humor in his baby blue eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, his shirt practically crying out as the fabric was stretched impossibly thin. “I’ll have you know that we don’t wear dentures. We spent the night playing checkers and yelling at nothing.”

“Would’ve fed the birds but the cold hurts my hip,” Bucky added, snorting with a roll of his eyes as he lifted the lid to one of the pots on the stove. He wrinkled his nose as soon as he’d only half inhaled. “What the hell is this?”

“Sam tried his hand at savory oatmeal this morning,” you replied, continuing your smile so the apples of your cheeks stung. “It’s spinach, onion, mushroom, and that one cheese with the funny name.”

“Manchego?” he guessed, scooping a bit into the bowl. He held it under his nose and inhaled deeply with a frown of consideration— you followed the wrinkles above his furrowed brow and found yourself wanting to kiss the deep lines away. “Halloumi? Muenster?”

You shook your head, staring at your magazine again once an uncomfortable heat settled in your stomach. “No, no, and no.”

“Havarti? Gorgonzola?”

With a scoff, you flipped the page without absorbing even one word of the article you were meant to be reading as per Wanda’s recommendation. “Can’t remember to put the fucking toilet seat down but you’re a damn anthology for types of cheese.”

“Been alive for a hundred years,” he began, setting the bowl into the microwave and switching it on for thirty seconds, “eaten a lot of cheese.”

“Gouda!” you shouted, lifting your head and meeting his gaze that seemed to have been on you the whole time. Your smile faltered when his head tilted in that small, tender way but you widened your grin instead— your lips shook in protest just as the beating in your chest did. “It’s gouda cheese.”

Something about your smile knocked at him, forcing his own lips to fall into a frown. Maybe it was the way you struggled to keep it constant, maybe it was its constant nature in and of itself— something about it felt wrong to him, something about it felt disingenuous.

Once he’d taken the bowl out of the microwave and stirred the mixture with a spoon, he crossed the room to sit beside Steve. As soon as he sat, he tilted his head downwards but looked in your direction through his eyelashes.

Your smile was gone, replaced with lips parted in concentration. Your eyes were narrowed, eyebrows knit together as you read each word on the page. You looked more at peace than Bucky had seen in a while— all it took was some distance between the two of you.

And that did nothing for the sinking in his chest.

He watched a natural, easy smile spread over your lips as Wanda stepped before you and rapped her knuckles against your knee— a natural, easy smile spread over his lips as well.

You held up the magazine for her to see and pointed at the page number. “See? I am reading it.”

Bucky didn’t catch the way Wanda smiled, the way Wanda flicked her long wavy hair over her shoulder, the way Wanda replied in her most sarcastic voice— all he caught was the laugh you replied with, the hiccup your laugh was punctuated with, the fingers you attempted to stifle your hiccup with.

You shifted then, leaning your back against the wall your shoulder was previously leant against and pulling your legs up so your knees sat at your chest and your feet were flat atop the counter. You thought you were being discreet when you peered over the edge of your magazine to look at Bucky as he talked to Steve in gravely rumbles, the frown he wore almost launching you to your feet so you could race over to him and smooth it away with your own lips.

His gaze eventually drifted to you, his eyes meeting yours and widening when he noticed you staring.

You gave him a smile and lifted your magazine to cover your face, sighing out quietly and rolling your eyes to yourself.

It wasn’t long after breakfast and your training session with Natasha that you found yourself lounging around Sam’s room, your legs draped over his as you laid perpendicular to each other on his bed.

You held a book above your face, setting it onto your stomach so you could prop yourself up on your elbows. “Do you think Charles Bukowski was a misogynist?”

“That the guy that wrote Women?”

You hummed your affirmation as he sat up to lean against his headboard.

“Then he sure as fuck was a misogynist.” He narrowed his deep brown eyes for a moment. “You think people get that legalizing pot goes beyond bein’ able to get stoned freely?”

“You mean in, like, a decriminalization sense?” you asked with a frown of consideration. “S’interesting. I usually think about decriminalization being necessary for sex workers so they get the same protection as ordinary laborers.”

He frowned as well. “Still gonna be hoards of people runnin’ around screaming about immorality and punishment.”

“People are stupid,” you mumbled, lying back and picking up your book once again. “We should get stoned some time.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to be around you with lowered inhibitions.”

You propped yourself up again and glared at him as he met your gaze with an easy smile. “My inhibitions aren’t high.”

He hummed curtly. “Right. Meanwhile I’ve been sitting here, watching you smile at Barnes hard enough to make your face crack.”

You made a loud squeak of offense. “I have not!”

“Fakest smile I’ve ever seen.” He sighed a moment later, setting his own book beside his phone on his nightstand. His eyes were warm and gentle. “There’s no shame in missing him.”

You fell back in defeat. “I thought I’d be over him by now— I thought I would’ve been over him weeks ago. But here I am, two months later, just as in love with him as I was before.”

“You’re both dumb as shit.”

“Excuse me?” you asked with a snort.

There was a knock at the door and Sam jostled your legs in order to signal you to answer it as he stated, “Lying to yourselves, lying to each other— no good is coming of it. Y’all are miserable without each other.”

You exhaled exaggeratedly, pushing yourself off the bed and dusting your fleece-lined leggings off, walking backwards as you reached the door and yanked it open. “Listen here, Samela, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

You turned around after a single nod and your mouth automatically snapped shut. You seemed to wilt under his gaze, your smile struggling before finally painting itself over your lips so the pain in the apples of your cheeks matched that which spread through your veins. “Buck.”

He didn’t return your smile this time and the soreness in your cheeks grew stronger as a result, his head turning to avert his gaze as you saw the hard lines of his jaw clench. When he looked at you once more, he’d evened out his expression and took a breath. “Wilson’s here, right?”

You nodded and stepped aside so he could enter and take a seat in the desk chair. You stood awkwardly at the door for a few moments, clearing your throat as you shut the door again and perched yourself in the same spot as before. You stared at your phone this time, though, stealing glances at Bucky whenever you were sure he wasn’t looking.

Scrolling through your group chat with Wanda and Natasha, you half-listened to the two men and picked your head up when something piqued your interest. You had a partial smile despite yourself as you stated, “Yeah, we’re not changing up the pairs.”

“Don’t really think that’s up to you,” Sam muttered to himself, wincing loudly when you pinched his upper arm harshly. “What the fuck?”

“I’m not going to be paired up with Clint! All he talks about is how bummed his kids are that he’s away and he can barely hear me when I call for help.”

“The man’s partially deaf,” Bucky interjected, an eyebrow raised as he followed your every movement. He would have laughed at the incredulous expression you offered him had your smile not been so artificial.

“What was wrong with the old pairs?” you pressed, dropping your smile when you looked at Sam. “You and Wanda, Steve and Nat, me and Bucky, Tony and Rhodey, Clint and Vision. Banner’s not leaving the compound and there’s no need for the Norse god to descend upon us mere mortals. Why shake things up if it worked out last time?”

“Cho thinks Rhodes should sit this one out.”

You tilted your head. “Okay? How does that change the teams? Vision’s omnipotent, he can handle shit on his own.”

“We were actually thinking Vision would be with Stark, you’d be with Barton, and I’d be on my own,” Bucky explained, his voice low and even, almost too controlled. “I know the layout of the base and—”

“I’m sorry,” it was as if your smile had slipped off in an instant, as if you’d been waiting to drop it and squash it under your feet. “You want to be on your own?”

He opened his mouth to reply and you shook your head, holding up a finger that you then used to point at him. “You? When we infiltrate a HYDRA base?” You shook your head and sighed. “Bucky, I know the Wakandan scientists are incredible but what they did isn’t foolproof. It’s fallible, you said so yourself.”

“It’ll take a hell of a lot more than sayin’ some words and being on the base to undo it all, (Y/N),” he told you, his voice still low but struggling to stay even. “I can handle it by myself.”

“You don’t know what it’ll take! These particular circumstances haven’t been tested.”

“(Y/N), —”

“Buck, we work well together. I’ve been able to bring you back in the past, too. It makes no logical sense to split us up.”

He leant forward, his elbows on his knees as he narrowed his eyes so the slate blue looked almost metallic and piercing. You could almost hear the angry whir of his arm as his fingers flexed. “We are split up, (Y/N). And, judging by how happy you are, it made perfect logical sense to do it.”

“I know you want to feel better about how you ended us but this isn’t about our relationship,” you replied, sitting up straighter as well. You were scowling now and Bucky was finally able to separate your mask from the features that lied beneath--- he was oddly satisfied. “This is about the mission.”

“How I ended us?”

“Yeah. You know, when you got all heroic and noble and told me you would only bring me down? When you convinced yourself you were doing right by me when you were really just tired of whatever we had and needed an excuse.”

“I didn’t do it for myself,” he argued, his voice growing louder with each word. “I mean, do I look happy to you?”

“Yeah, actually, you do.” You looked away for a moment. “You said yourself a few weeks ago that you’re a fucking eight out of ten, you’re fucking bursting in glee.”

“This is why we can’t work together. We’ll fight and you’ll spend the whole time smiling and singing like I didn’t mean shit to you.”

“That’s what you think?” you asked, gritting your teeth together when the stinging in your eyes matched the stinging that radiated through your cheeks and chest. “You think you didn’t mean shit to me? You think all the time I spent telling you how much I love you and showing you how much I love you was fake? You think that was all an act?”

Sam was looking between the two of you, his lips parted but no sounds leaving them. He wanted to interrupt, though, he wanted to tell you both to shut the fuck up and kiss and make-up already. But he knew it wasn’t his place, even though this was physically his place.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed challengingly. You thought he might be able to see through you, you thought he might just be too stubborn and prideful to say something himself. “Then what’s the act, doll? Enlighten me.”

You laughed mirthlessly and shook your head, picking up your phone and book. “S’not worth it. Fuck the mission, I’ll ask Steve if I can stay here instead.”

Sam clicked his tongue. “(Y/N), —”

“It’s okay, Sam. I’m not really needed anyway and Scott’s been begging to step in.” You stood and smiled softly. “I’ll stay and help Banner with whatever he’s been doing in the lab. I’m happy to stay,” you emphasized, not even glancing at Bucky as you passed him to reach the door.

Sam wasted no time between the door shutting behind you and glaring intensely at Bucky. He crossed his arms over his chest and gritted his teeth with enough force to crack them. “You’re a real fuckin’ jack ass, you know that?”

“Wilson, —”

“Shut the hell up, man. I’m not makin’ you oatmeal anymore.”

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