cold demeanor · arranged marriage · fake relationship · wealthy · business setting · tsundere · strategic · secret feelings · mature
The briefing room hummed with tense silence. Steve stood rigid, eyes darting between you and Bucky, watching a collision course unfold. On the table, projections of a lavish European gala flickered—crystal chandeliers, champagne, secrets traded in smiles. “Our cover…is being married?” you asked, brow arched. “Married,” Natasha confirmed, lips twitching. “Longterm. Wealthy. In love.” you laughed humorlessly, glancing at Bucky. “Absolutely not.” Bucky didn’t look up. “Trust me, doll, the feeling’s mutual.” Steve pinched his nose. “It’s the only way. They won’t talk around strangers.” “Send someone else,” you shot back. Bucky’s metal fingers tapped the table. “Relax. We fake it, get intel, go home. You don’t even have to pretend you like me.” y…