mission?
reader/axl pov:
i was sitting on the plush couch in the living room of avengers tower, my head resting lightly against the shoulder of my best friend, sam. he was talking to cap and rhodey while i was mildly focused on the tv, where an old friends rerun was playing. i took a deep breath and relaxed more, feeling safer than i had in ages. my friends were surrounding me, i was not with H.Y.D.R.A. anymore, and it was warm. i closed my eyes and heard rhodey's deep laugh followed by sam shifting to look at me. he fluffed my short hair. "tired, kid?" i yawned loudly. "yeeAAAH." i snuggled underneath his arm and huffed my bangs out of my eyes. i was just laying there resting, when i heard natasha yell down the stairs.
bucky's pov:
"STEVE?? WHY MUST YOU HAVE SO MANY DAMN STUFFED ANIMALS?" i heard nat coming down the stairs by my room, and my blood ran cold when i heard the word. animal. my heart nearly paused when i heard sam's concerned voice say "axl??" and get nothing but an angry growl in response. i rushed out of my room, almost falling down the stairs, and stopped at the second to last one to avoid getting hit by the flying steve that had just crashed into a wall. "steve?" i asked, reaching a hand out to help him up.
he groaned loudly and took it. "remind me again why i love them?"
"because they can throw you into walls. also they like to cuddle."
"fair enough" he said, letting go of my hand and opting to use the wall for support instead. tony came up from his workshop hurriedly after he'd heard the crash, probably wondering if a suit had gone rogue, or perhaps his cheeseburger was here. instead, he raised a questioning eyebrow at me, where i pointed over my shoulder to axl, who was standing there breathing heavily.
"where's my handler." she asked.
"who would that be?" nat looked at her, concerned.
"the winter soldier. where is my handler?"
reader/axl pov:
my eyes opened again. i was resting against a stranger, i did not know who this was. i knew only captain america, but he was not my friend. i saw nothing but targets. the lot of them were to be taken down. i leapt up from the man next to me, scrambled over the back of the couch and took a protective stance. they were all staring at me. "axl?" the man i'd been laying on spoke. i responded by glaring at him and growling low in the back of my throat, and before i knew it my arms were being pinned behind me and a thick arm wrapped itself tightly around my waist. i shrieked in surprise, and thrashed about. "i'm sorry axl, but you're having a relapse. a bad one!" captain america's voice came from behind me and i panicked. i knocked my head back into his, and when he dropped me i used his own arm against him and threw him far away from me. "where's my handler." i asked.
"who would that be?" the short haired redhead looked at me, concerned.
"the winter soldier. where is my handler?" i paused when i saw him coming towards me, rapidly and looking mildly upset. i shrunk back when he stood in front of me and spoke to me angrily in russian.
"что ты делаешь, актив?" (what do you think you're doing, asset?)
"только то, что мне сказали делать." (just what i was told to do.)
the winter soldier sighed, putting a hand up to massage the bridge of his nose. "эти люди. они друзья, а не враги." (these people. they are friends, not enemies.)
"но у меня есть миссия?" (but i have a mission?)
"нет миссии." he reached out to touch my shoulder with his vibranium arm, and i did not shrink back. (no mission.)
"нет миссии?" i responded. (no mission?)
"нет. ты в безопасности." he pulled me into his chest, flesh hand holding the back of my head and vibranium on my lower back.
bucky's pov:
i pulled them into my chest, feeling them trembling from being hugged while in the mindset of an asset, or from being hugged so hard at all. but i held onto her while steve wobbled back to his chair, and then i lifted them up when i felt them go limp and carried them back to my room. i set them down on the bed and went to close the door, but heard a weak whine and i instantly turned back to them. "doll? you okay?"
"yeah..thanks, bucky." i heard a small yawn when i closed the door. i climbed into bed with them, pulling their back to my chest and wrapping both arms tightly around them. i placed kisses all over the side of their face that was turned towards me , the back of their head, and their neck, eliciting soft giggles that turned into slow, deep breaths. i buried my face into their hair. "love you, doll."
"love you too, bucky."