Explosives
"(Y/N). (Y/N) wake up, we're almost here."
"Hhmm?" you groaned, opening your eyes to see Bucky looking down at you and shaking you gently.
"We've gotta go," he said, standing up and lifting you out of the chair.
"Crap..." you muttered, slapping your face lightly to try and wake yourself up a bit more.
"Why'd you let me sleep so long?"
"You looked too cute to wake up," he smirked, stretching. You could have sworn you heard the pilot snort.You rolled your eyes and stretched your arms above your heard, letting out a yawn.
"Any time for a coffee do you think?" you asked hopefully. He shook his head, just as the Quinjet was being brought down. You sighed and checked that you had everything you needed before the jet landed and the door opened slowly.
"Ready?" you asked Bucky.
"Ready."
You ran out onto the crisp, frozen grass of an abandoned experimental laboratory in rural Russia. Bucky followed after you and you made a beeline to the chain-link fence that surrounded the area. Bucky found a small hole at the base of the fence and stretched it out so that it was big enough for both of you to crawl through. The compound was on a hill with at least ten HYDRA agents surrounding it, all armed, all alert. Some of them you even recognised as previous S.H.I.E.L.D. employees. You and Bucky hid among a thick wall of bushes, when Bucky decided to execute the plan. He stood up, covering his metal arm with black gloves, and walked right up the to the door of the building, close-range weaponry in hand. There were two agents guarding it and you heard him shout orders at them in Russian through your earpiece. You peered through the thicket to see the two men looking confused and stepping towards Bucky, cocking their guns. When they both got close enough, Bucky smashed the butt of his gun into one of their faces, and swept his leg under the other guy, knocking him to the ground. He tried to get up again but Bucky picked him up with his metal arm and pushed him up against the wall, holding him up by the throat. Eventually the man stopped struggling and fell to the ground, and Bucky gestured for you to follow.
There was minimum noise made so none of the other guards noticed, but you'd have to deal with them on the way out. You crouched and ran towards the door stealthily where Bucky was waiting for you. Bucky went to kick the door but you pushed him away.
"Are you trying to get us caught," you whispered urgently and merely opened the unlocked door. Bucky shrugged and followed you inside to a dimly lit hallway with flickering lights.
"Okay, I'll go find the files, you look for Rumlow," you said, pointing down the hall. He nodded and marched down the hall as quietly as he could. The files you were looking for were stolen and they contained all of Tony's future plans for... well everything, and who knows who's seen them now. You managed to find the stairs past one of the doors on your left and crept down them silently. You slipped out your 102 Sweet Dreams lipstick and applied it while making your way down the stairs. When you finally reached the bottom floor, there was only one door there and it was locked. A touch screen keypad was mounted on the wall, just below your eye level. You cursed as you fumbled around your belt for your decoder but realised you must have forgotten it. You shrugged and punched the keypad and it shattered with a short, earsplitting beep. The door unlocked and you walked in. Inside were numerous high tech computers and filing cabinets. You were just about to boot up what looked like the main computer when the door behind you creaked.
"Who are you?" a heavy set man demanded, looking both suspicious of you and terrified for his safety due to the gun tucked in your belt.
"Hello sailor," you said confidently, striding towards him quickly and pushing him against the wall. "You're gonna forget my face," you whispered seductively, kissing him roughly on the lips. The man crumpled to the floor and his eyes rolled into the back of his head almost instantly.
"Blegh," you were half tempted to wipe the taste of him off your mouth but didn't want to smudge your toxic lipstick. You pulled out a memory card and plugged it into the computer.
ACCESS DENIED.
You cursed and began trying to override the system, breaking past the firewalls and system functions. They had done a good job with this security, but you were better. You finally started deleting all their stolen files when you decided to take a peak through their own files. The second you clicked on one of them, a loud alarm began to ring and words kept flashing on the screen.
SECURITY SYSTEM INITIATE.
"Shit! Bucky we gotta go," you shouted into your earpiece, grabbing the hard drive, diving out the door and running up the stairs three steps at a time.
"No sign of Rumlow, meet you at the front door," Bucky's voice crackled in your ear. You raced up the stairs and reached the door you had entered, right when you heard pounding footsteps and voices coming from above. You slipped a pill-sized grenade out and activated it, tossing it at the end of the staircase. It was set to explode when it detected movement five seconds after it was switched on. You ran out the door and saw Bucky rounding a corner and firing behind him.
"Come on!" you screamed, sprinting out the door with Bucky at your heels. Just as you made it out, your grenade detonated, throwing you and Bucky out onto the grass forcefully.
"New move?" Bucky asked as he quickly gathered himself off the ground.
"Let's do this," you confirmed, just as more of the guards from the buildings periphery came charging towards you. Bucky knelt down and shot at them constantly. You took a step back and launched yourself forward onto Bucky's back, jumping into the air and throwing more mini-grenades at them. Just as you were nearing the ground, Bucky caught your ankles and spun you around him, with you pulling out your handguns, firing at the HYDRA agents that were left. When a bullet had gone straight through the head of the last agent, Bucky slowed you down and let you put your hands on the ground, setting your feet down after so that it looked like you were doing a push up. You jumped back, still slightly dizzy, and held onto Bucky's arm.
"Alright, your turn," he said, and you hopped onto his back. He ran back over to the fence and let you down so that both of you could crawl through again, and you got back onto him afterwards. Once he reached the Quinjet, he set you down onto the bench and went to talk to the pilot. You kicked off your boots as soon as the jet took off and pulled out a flask of coffee from one of the compartments that they kept stocked for you.
"Oh sweet release," you said, taking a gulp out of the plastic cup. When Bucky came back and took a seat beside you, you noticed how tired he looked.
"Here Buck, lie down, get some rest," you said after downing the coffee and putting away the flask. He nodded and put his head on your lap and stretched out across the rest of the bench. You stroked his soft hair absentmindedly as he drifted off to sleep. His face was soft and peaceful for once, and you smiled to yourself. His breathing was so rhythmic that you dozed off sitting up straight.
You woke a few hours later, just as the Quinjet touched down onto the landing spot on the Avengers Tower.
"Buck, wake up kiddo," you whispered, patting his chest lightly. He squinted up at you and gave a sleepy lopsided grin.
"Five more minutes," he muttered, closing his eyes again.
"We're home, come on," you said louder, tapping him on the side of his face. He grabbed your wrist and opened one eye.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Fine," he groaned and heaved himself up, and you stood up. He took your hand and you both walked sleepily inside, you carrying your boots in your other hand.
"Wanna go to bed for a while?" you asked, leaning against him, knowing the route back to you room so well that you didn't need to pay attention anymore.
"Sounds like a plan," he said, putting an arm around you. When you made it to your room, you threw open the door and flopped onto your bed, throwing your boots in the corner. Bucky shut the door behind him and fell down beside you.
"C'mere doll," he said, his eyes barely opened. You scooted over to him and he threw both arms around you, holding you close to him.
"Night James," you murmured into his chest.
"Goodnight (Y/N)," he whispered, and you were almost too sleepy to notice him kiss you softly on the cheek.