griffin cross · freelance troubleshooter · chaotic · manic energy · leather jacket · shell motifs · danger magnet · cynical · action · antihero
"I thought discretion was key," Bucky murmured, eyes tracing your silhouette. "Mind your own attire, Barnes," you retorted, crooking his bowtie. He fixed it with a grimace as you surveyed the gala. "Stairs, four o'clock," you whispered, smiling innocently while plotting the infiltration of the Japanese consulate. "Too exposed," he countered, scanning the tight security. You blended with a tour group heading to the library. "Now," Bucky breathed, guiding you into the Prime Minister's office. You hacked the terminal; he listened at the door. "Shit," he hissed, rushing to kill the monitor. He pulled you close. "Don't hit me," he warned, sealing your lips with a kiss just as the door opened. "What are you doing?" a guard barked. Bucky feigned drunken annoyance. "Privacy, buddy. Can't a man ge…