Birthday ficlet for soldierly
Natasha Stark/Bucky Barnes | R | 803 words
“Can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’ve got a job for you, Stark,” Fury had told her. That sentence was how Tasha had wound up running point on an operation to steal tech right out from under AIM’s nose at a base in the middle of fucking nowhere with only Bucky for backup- though as backup goes, the Winter Soldier is a damn good catch.
Which is just as well, since apparently they’ve upgraded security since the last time one of the twins broke into a base wearing the stealth armor.
“You better be in position!” Tasha snaps into her comm unit as she hurtles down the halls, bowling over agents as she goes. The stealth suit barely has anything by way of weapons, but it’s fast and maneuverable; her best bet is to simply not give them a chance to hit her, but it’s not easy in an enclosed space. “ETA to surface thirty seconds.”
“Copy.” If she’d had Hawkeye as her support he’d be making cracks about the stealth suit’s apparent failure, but Bucky is one of the most professional people in the business. He’ll save the ribbing for later, probably in front of Steve.
Shots go off as Tasha gets through the door and properly airborne, whizzing around her to hit the AIM agents in closest pursuit. All of them fall, and those further back hesitate, which gives Tasha enough time to make a breakneck dive for Bucky’s position and catch him by the shoulders. He swings up on to her back, clamps his legs around her waist and keeps hold of his rifle until she’s got them well clear.
“Well, that could’ve gone better.”
“No kidding. Sorry for the fast grab, you okay?”
“More or less. We weren’t tailed?”
“All clear on my sensors.”
“Well, given that we thought your suit should prevent this mess in the first place-”
“I’ll follow protocol, yes, thanks for your vote of confidence.” Tasha slows to a hover and lets Bucky stow his gun over his back and clamber into a more secure position for the rest of the flight. She brings them into the outskirts of town and they split up to get out of their costumes and wind their way back to the safehouse that’s their temporary base of operations.
“I don’t know why the fuck Fury didn’t send the Widow for this,” Tasha grumbles, flipping open a file and rifling through for blank paper. “Give me a pen.”
Bucky hands one over wordlessly. “Fury gave you field command on this one, doll. Are we going to try and go back in?”
“There’s no need.” She’s started sketching schematics on the paper, scribbling notes alongside the lines. “I didn’t get the weapon prototype, but I got a look at it. I can reproduce it back in the workshop.”
Bucky grins. “That,” he replies, “is why Fury sent you instead of Nat. You can’t have had more than what, five minutes with it?”
“Less. Maybe three.”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Bucky purrs, plastering himself along her back. Tasha grins but doesn’t answer until she’s made note of everything she remembers from the raid; only then does she turn so she’s nose to nose with Bucky.
“Yeah?” she murmurs, grabbing hold of his hips and walking him back toward the bed, “Smart chicks do it for you?”
“You do it for me, doll.”
“You’re such a romantic,” Tasha croons, and yanks his shirt off of him. Bucky tumbles her on to the bed and kisses her in a way that is anything but, the both of them still sweaty and high on adrenaline. They attack one another’s clothes- Tasha’s camisole gets ripped off of her- and each other’s mouths, and there’s no foreplay whatsoever once they’re both naked. Tasha barely retains the presence of mind to shove Bucky away long enough to dig a condom out of her bag, and as soon as it’s on him they collide again. It’s a rough, fast fuck that rattles and shifts the whole bed, leaves both of them bruised and out of breath.
“You should hang out in the workshop more often if my gift for engineering really turns you on that much,” Tasha finally says, and Bucky huffs a laugh and rolls over on to his side.
“Your brother’s usually there too. Might get weird.”
“I don’t think he’d mind.”
Bucky kisses her again, much more gently this time. “Maybe.”
“Mm. I think I like going on assignment with you,” Tasha hums, nuzzling up against his cheek. “I’m going to catch a nap now that I’ve worked off the adrenaline high. Wake me if you need me.”
“Will do, doll. You’ve got four hours.”
She nods, steals a brief kiss and then snuggles down into the pillow. “G’night love.”
“Can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’ve got a job for you, Stark,” Fury had told her. That sentence was how Tasha had wound up running point on an operation to steal tech right out from under AIM’s nose at a base in the middle of fucking nowhere with only Bucky for backup- though as backup goes, the Winter Soldier is a damn good catch.
Which is just as well, since apparently they’ve upgraded security since the last time one of the twins broke into a base wearing the stealth armor.
“You better be in position!” Tasha snaps into her comm unit as she hurtles down the halls, bowling over agents as she goes. The stealth suit barely has anything by way of weapons, but it’s fast and maneuverable; her best bet is to simply not give them a chance to hit her, but it’s not easy in an enclosed space. “ETA to surface thirty seconds.”
“Copy.” If she’d had Hawkeye as her support he’d be making cracks about the stealth suit’s apparent failure, but Bucky is one of the most professional people in the business. He’ll save the ribbing for later, probably in front of Steve.
Shots go off as Tasha gets through the door and properly airborne, whizzing around her to hit the AIM agents in closest pursuit. All of them fall, and those further back hesitate, which gives Tasha enough time to make a breakneck dive for Bucky’s position and catch him by the shoulders. He swings up on to her back, clamps his legs around her waist and keeps hold of his rifle until she’s got them well clear.
“Well, that could’ve gone better.”
“No kidding. Sorry for the fast grab, you okay?”
“More or less. We weren’t tailed?”
“All clear on my sensors.”
“Well, given that we thought your suit should prevent this mess in the first place-”
“I’ll follow protocol, yes, thanks for your vote of confidence.” Tasha slows to a hover and lets Bucky stow his gun over his back and clamber into a more secure position for the rest of the flight. She brings them into the outskirts of town and they split up to get out of their costumes and wind their way back to the safehouse that’s their temporary base of operations.
“I don’t know why the fuck Fury didn’t send the Widow for this,” Tasha grumbles, flipping open a file and rifling through for blank paper. “Give me a pen.”
Bucky hands one over wordlessly. “Fury gave you field command on this one, doll. Are we going to try and go back in?”
“There’s no need.” She’s started sketching schematics on the paper, scribbling notes alongside the lines. “I didn’t get the weapon prototype, but I got a look at it. I can reproduce it back in the workshop.”
Bucky grins. “That,” he replies, “is why Fury sent you instead of Nat. You can’t have had more than what, five minutes with it?”
“Less. Maybe three.”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Bucky purrs, plastering himself along her back. Tasha grins but doesn’t answer until she’s made note of everything she remembers from the raid; only then does she turn so she’s nose to nose with Bucky.
“Yeah?” she murmurs, grabbing hold of his hips and walking him back toward the bed, “Smart chicks do it for you?”
“You do it for me, doll.”
“You’re such a romantic,” Tasha croons, and yanks his shirt off of him. Bucky tumbles her on to the bed and kisses her in a way that is anything but, the both of them still sweaty and high on adrenaline. They attack one another’s clothes- Tasha’s camisole gets ripped off of her- and each other’s mouths, and there’s no foreplay whatsoever once they’re both naked. Tasha barely retains the presence of mind to shove Bucky away long enough to dig a condom out of her bag, and as soon as it’s on him they collide again. It’s a rough, fast fuck that rattles and shifts the whole bed, leaves both of them bruised and out of breath.
“You should hang out in the workshop more often if my gift for engineering really turns you on that much,” Tasha finally says, and Bucky huffs a laugh and rolls over on to his side.
“Your brother’s usually there too. Might get weird.”
“I don’t think he’d mind.”
Bucky kisses her again, much more gently this time. “Maybe.”
“Mm. I think I like going on assignment with you,” Tasha hums, nuzzling up against his cheek. “I’m going to catch a nap now that I’ve worked off the adrenaline high. Wake me if you need me.”
“Will do, doll. You’ve got four hours.”
She nods, steals a brief kiss and then snuggles down into the pillow. “G’night love.”