Chapter eighteen
“Mnmn..Where does he keep the ke- Yahtzee!” Bucky had found Steve’s spare set of keys in his sock drawer. Were these here before?
Though Bucky wasn’t happy about Steve ditching him to go run around Brooklyn, he had to admit it was the perfect opportunity to go raid the armory for the weapons he promised Tasha.
Skipping down the stairs he walked into the shooting range, Bucky spotted the cabinet where Steve kept the spare hand guns, rifles, and ammunition. Bucky knew he couldn’t take everything, Steve would definitely figure out something was missing, he wasn’t stupid.
Bucky mentally calculated how much he would need, he already had his Chiappa that he could use, and his hunting knife. He was positive that Nat had a pistol as well. But he needed more. Making a snap decision, Bucky picked the bare essentials. He closed the cabinet making sure to lock it back up again.
Now to find somewhere to hide them
“Easier said than done” He muttered, clutching onto two revolvers, 2 semi automatic rifles, three boxes of ammo, and two sets of daggers. Juggling them in his arms he walked out of the range.
Bedroom?
No
Spare rooms?
Nah, They fuck in there, sometimes.
Kitchen?
Daddy never goes in there unless its to get liquor…
The henchmen do!
Shit that’s right.
Gym? He could put ‘em in the gym
Someone remind Bucky to clean up the gym before Daddy gets home.
Gyms a no go.
Bucky whined biting his lip while the voices in his head went back and forth. “My car?”
That works
Bucky headed for the garage, “He never goes near my car, he’s too in love with his own”
So are you
Don’t lie, you love the lambo as much as he does
“True”. Bucky pops the trunk, using his elbow to lift it fully up, placing the weapons inside, he stepped back and looked at the trunk.
I don’t know if any of you genius’ remember chemistry class but Petrol plus ammo equals BOOM!
That’s only if we shot off the gun in here, Genius
Bucky laughed at that, his smile soon wiped off his face when he realized he still had a gym to clean. “Hell” locking the car, he dragged his feet off towards the kitchen.
Grabbing some yellow rubber gloves, he pulled them on. Picking up some cleaning products and got to work scrubbing Captain Marvel-Pierce hybrid and blood off the punching bag.
A few hours later, Bucky was sitting on the bed flipping through a motorcycle magazine, whilst on the phone to Tasha. He blitzed the gym and even had time to the laundry afterwards, It was past mid-afternoon and he knew Steve would be coming home soon.
“It hurt like a motherfucker but I’m tellin’ ya Red, I ain’t lost my touch. I feel ready, I can take him on, no problem. Kick his ass and sh-”
“-Calm down Yasha, on training session, which by the way ended up with slashed knuckles doesn’t make you king of fucking super soliders. I’m serious Bucky, spar with Steve then tell me if you feel ready. I can’t believe he didn’t question the bruises? Anyway How’s the shooting going?” Talia asked, filing her nails, also sitting on her bed.
“I don’t need practice Red, shooting is like riding a bike, ya never forget” Bucky stated confidently. “Yeah well, less of the go and more training please Hun, this ain’t one of Steve’s half thought out jobs where worst you’ll get is a bump on the head. This is serious, I’d rather not die before thirty!” Nat snapped.
“Alright, Alright. Fine, I’ll practice, but the longe we leave it, the more likely it is that Pierce will find Stevie, and ready or not, I will kill that fucker before he gets his hands on my Daddy”
Natasha cringed at the pet name that Bucky called his boyfriend.
“Yeah well, It won’t be long I promise. I have a lead on one of Pierce’s newest recruits, I’m just waiting for it to be clarified”
“Are ya goin’ ta tell me who it is, or do I hafta guess?” Bucky asked, irritated, Ever since he had agreed to do this job with Tasha, he had noticed how reluctant Red was in giving him information.
Bucky was met with silence on the other end of the phone, he sighed.
“Look Tasha, if we’re gon’ work together on this, then you need ta tell me what’s goin’ on. It’s like ya don’t trust me or somethin’?”
“Oh Yasha, I do trust you, it’s just..Well you don’t have the best track record when it comes to keeping secrets, so the less you know the better.” She said bluntly. “I can’t argue that…I need to be kept in the loop, Don’t hide things from me, I get enough of that with Steve”
Nat rolled her eyes at Bucky pulling the pity card. “Fine but if Steve finds out, the job is off and I’ll let Pierce kill him”
“Promise”
“Do you know-”
“The muffin man?” Bucky giggled
“Bucky! See? This is why I don’t tell you shit” She snapped. “Sorry Tasha”
“Are you gonna grow up so I can tell you?” Nat was not amused in the slightest. Bucky bit his lip not wanting to be yelled at or worse by his only friend, “Sorry Nat” he said quietly.
“Right, so my sources tell me a guy named Jasper Sitwell has been recruited by Pierce and Obidiah to take down Nomad and his empire”
“Shit” Bucky cursed, he knew the stories of the Sitwell family and hydra, not just from Steve but from his grandfather’s stories about them from world war two, he knew what Sitwell and Hydra were built on. “I’m guessing from your tone of voice you know him?” Nat asked
“You could say that…I know the stories not just from Steve but from..someone who was close to me growin’ up. I know that the name perceives him, but Jasper is afraid of his own shadow. I know Steve’s been trying to wipe the Sitwell’s off the map for decades”
“So the Nomad wants to erase any traces of the Sitwell’s and hydra eh? We could use this to our advantage” Nat pondered. “How so?” Bucky asked, skeptically.
“Well he’s a man, and we’re pretty. If he’s hired by Pierce to kill Steve, then he’ll take any opportunity to ruin him. Not to mention the guy doesn’t get out much”
“Hell the fuck no!” Bucky shouts, “You may be comfortable sleeping with men to accomplish your goals, but I’m in a committed relationship with a man I love!”
“Who’s that?” Nat asks sarcastically
“The Nomad!” Bucky practically screams over the phone, “Not to mention I’m Jewish, The only time I’ll ever be near a Sitwell is when I kill Jasper”
“Oh my bad, I mistaked the thing you sleep with a worm”
“Fuck off Natalia. If you hate him so much, why're you helping me protect him?”
“I have my reasons” Nat huffed under her breath, “Can we not fight? We need to be a united front if we’re gonna get Pierce. I don’t want this to cost our friendship”
“If you keep your opinions about my boyfriend to yourself, then we won’t have a problem, will we?”
“Fine, I’ll hold my tongue, but as long as you promise not to tell Steve about Sitwell, the last thing we need is to throw your ‘boyfriend’ into the mix.” Calling Steve by that title really made her skin crawl. “Believe me Red, I don’t want him in the mix either. Recipe for disaster.”
“If it isn’t already” Nat muttered
“Agreed” Bucky sighed.
There was a few moments of silence before Nat spoke, “We’re good, right hun? I know I pissed you off”
“We’re fine my little daffodil.” Bucky chuckled, “I think the stress is just gettin’ to us a lil’bit, like you said, strength in unity and all”
Nat smiled. “Bucky?”
“Yes, Blossom?” He tried to keep his giggling at bay.
“Make anymore plant puns and I’ll kill you”
“Kinky,” He deadpans, “You’re no match for the great Bucky Barnes..I’ll wipe the floor with your ass-” Bucky stopped when he heard the distinctive sound of a Lambo pulling into the garage. “Shit, Talia I gotta go, Daddy’s back”
“Remember not a word”
“Yes, mom” Bucky rolled his eyes, hanging up the phone.
Hearing heavy footsteps walk up the stairs, Bucky flipped on his stomach, setting his magazine in front of himself, raising his legs in the air, he opened the book trying to look natural.
The door creaked open, when he was met with the smell of alcohol, he mentally rolled his eyes. He’s been drinking. Bucky remembered that he was supposed to be mad at him, so he didn’t look up.
Steve took off his jacket, clearing his throat. Still nothing, Bucky flipped the page. Walking over towards the bed gently, he dropped the jacket on the floor, looking down at him. Bucky could see in his peripheral that he was close, within touching distance, but he didn’t dare move. He flipped another page, looking disinterested.
Steve didn’t want to fight with him, not now, he needed to calm down and if he liked it or not, Bucky was the only one that could do that, before he lost control. Steve looked at his intense gaze on the magazine and smirked, without warning he threw his body onto the bed, his head landing precisely where the brunette’s magazine was.
Bucky tried to bite back a smile at his persistence. His face was inches, no milliliters from Steve’s…
He looked up at Bucky and saw he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. Raising his hand he cupped the smaller man’s face, pulling his attention down to him. Bucky smirked, pulling the magazine from underneath his head and slapped it open on top of his face, continuing to read as though he wasn’t there.
Steve laid there in shock. Did he just-?
Steve ripped the magazine off his face and was just about to tackle Bucky with a playful but passionate kiss, until his metal hand shot out and clamped his lips shut. Bucky’s eyes locked onto his, smiling.
There it is.
“You smell like booze” He said, releasing Steve’s mouth. The blond just shrugged, looking deeper into his eyes, seeing his reflection in Bucky’s pupils. “How was work?” He asked, tucking a strand of pink hair behind his ear.
“Fine, even better after I broke some bones”
His brows furrow, “Who’s bones?”
“No one important” He said, not wanting to drag him into his mess. Purely because he’d get jealous of the girl that hit on him and march down to the club himself to kick her ass.
“Right” Bucky snapped, getting up off the bed, Steve’s hand shot out and pulled him back down. “I broke Ruby’s wrist” He muttered, as if confessing to his mother. “Why’d you break Ruby’s wrist?” He asked, playing Steve’s shirt button. “She tried to seduce me and Brock. Me mainly, but then Brock, when she didn’t get my attention.”
He could see Bucky’s face tense.
“There’s only one slut I want in my bed.”
He smiled. “Oh yeah? Who’s that? Should I be jealous”
“Yes, he’s one of a kind. Beautiful, funny, smart, and he knows how to take takeout to the next level. My kinda doll” He said, looking up at him. “He’s got big blue eyes, flushed red lips, because he wears this semi-glossy cherry chapstick making him look like he just sucked his Daddy’s cock. Not to mention he has this beautiful wavy light brown hair with pink and blue ends” Steve pinched Bucky’s cheek. “Oh? Maybe I should fight this ‘Doll’, show ‘em who the betta choice is”
“Oh I wouldn’t do that. He’s real dangerous, I’ve seen him kill a man y’know”
“Really?” He asked, looking shocked. “Yeah, in a real brutal, sexy kinda way”
“Now I’m gon’ have to kill him, if you think he’s sexy…I can’t have sexy men going after my King of crime.” Bucky giggled.
“If you want to fight over me, then fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Steve said “But, if you insist..then I’ll let you in on a little secret”
“What?” Bucky whispered. He gestured him to move closer, Bucky leant his head down so their noses were touching.
“He’s ticklish”
Before Bucky could react, Steve flipped him over on his back, climbing on top of him, his hands found his waist, he began tickling him, making Bucky squirm with breathless laughter.
“St-Ahh! I can-tt b-brea-th” He laughed. Steve continued to tickle him until he struggled for breath.
“God, I love you” Bucky said, running his thumb across Steve’s bearded jaw. Steve lowered his face down to his. He kissed his roughly, letting his tongue slip into Bucky’s mouth. He felt Bucky melt against him, submitting under his control, letting his tongue do all the work.
Pulling away, Steve rested his forehead on Bucky’s, “Steve?” he spoke softly. “Yes, my little Buckybear?” He muttered looking into his eyes. “If something was wrong you’d tell, right?”
The blond paused.
“Steve?”
“Yeah, dollface” He dismissed him, leaning down for another kiss. Bucky’s fingers shot out, pressing to Steve’s lips to stop him. “I only ask because..you’re actin’ all weird. Like weirder than usual. Brock keeps turning up and you only used to see him once every month on pay day, and now you’re workin’ a lot, more than usual. You’re having secret phone calls, a-and-”
Steve pressed his finger on Bucky’s lips to silence him, Bucky withdrew his hand to let him speak.
“Listen to me James Buchanan Barnes, if there is something you need to know, I’d tell you. But for now don’t worry your pretty little head about me okay? I’m the Nomad for Christ’s sake, I’ll always be weird.” He kissed him again, to silence the protest he was sure was going to escape his lips.
Resting his elbows on either side of his face, he pulled away. “I’ve gotta go back to work, Bucks”
“Bu-but you’ve only just came back, can’t you stay for a little while, please?” Bucky begged, Steve rolled off him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sorry Puppy, I’ve gotta go” He picked up his jacket off the floor.
Bucky sighed and kneeled behind him, running his hands along his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt rippling beneath Buck’s fingertips. “Okay but don’t be long, or I’ll get bored”
“Poor Baby” He whine, mocking his pup
“Don’t mock me, “M serious” Bucky slapped him on the shoulder, “I get really reeeeeaaaalllyyyy bored when Daddy ain’t around” Bucky kissed the back of his neck, trailing his hands over Steve’s chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “If you stay, I’ll make it worth your while..”
Steve stood sharply, buttoning his shirt back up. “You’re a sex pest” He said, slipping on his jacket.
“Im not a sex pest!” Bucky argued, “I just want and enjoy your company” Bucky said, rising to his feet.
“Same difference” Steve shrugged. “Typical” Bucky said, rolling his eyes. Steve walked back to him slowly, his eyes darkening, “ I’m far from typical”
“No, you’re not” He closed the gap, sliding his hands up behind his neck, he kissed him hotly. Steve picked him up by the waist, throwing him on the bed. Just as he was about to climb on top of him and give into his demands, he paused, then smiled.
Steve winked at Bucky then ran away from the bed, leaving him laying on the mattress. He ran out of the room.
Bucky sprung to his feet, running after him shouting. “I Hate you!” he stopped at the top of the stairs, hearing him open the garage door. He shouted back, “I hate you, too!” Then he left, laughing to himself, pulling out of the garage onto the streets of Brooklyn.