A/N: Hey nerds, so welcome to part 2 of what appears to be longer than the 10 chapters I had planned. Let's hope it's not 50 like IWCFSPA. Anyway, holidays have been great because it means I have plenty of time to do this. Ignore the fact that I have exam block a couple of week into next term. So without further ado, here's the part you've all be waiting for.

An Agent and An Assassin

Part 2: Barefoot in the Park

Bucky blinked slowly open, sunlight slowly filtering through the gaps between the heavy curtains. The distinguishable lump with a mess of raven-black hair spread over the pillows was most definitely Agent Reyes, glancing quickly at the clock he closed his eyelids, giving the agent time to move out of bed and pull on garments that classified as clothing (their argument the night previously about him sleeping in a pair of boxers and her sleeping in her black bra and shorts. It ended with his supreme embarrassment, needless to say, as she subjected him to the most humiliation a single person could cope with). He could hear the quiet tinkering of fine porcelain and the swirling of a metal teaspoon, just before a tray was placed somewhere near him.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." Mary mused, leaning against one of the wooden bed-posts. He counted to 10 before he dared open his eyes. Bucky cursed her ability to have flawless hair at 8:00 am in the morning, wrapped in a silken, powder-blue nightgown. "You tried this tea yet? Try to get the right ratio of tea to whatever else you put in though." She held up the metal chain of the delicate tea-infuser, pointing to the tray she left on the small ottoman stool in front of his chaise lounge. Her sad-ish smile made him think that she felt guilty taking the bed.

"Thanks, I guess." Bucky yawned, trying to brush his hair and look presentable, despite her evidently delighted smirk. "What?"

"You should wear the morning look more often. I'm getting a sexy yet murderous vibe- wait, you radiate that all the time." Her teasing earned her a pillow thrown incredibly hard at her face; she continued to laugh, miraculously not spilling any tea on the floor. "Okay, so not-so-subtle platonic-flirting aside, would you like me to drag you around Sydney? I did this for Emma-"

"Agent Holmes?" Bucky clarified, she nodded. "You took her to Sydney?"

"No, I met her here. I was vaguely normal until I met her, sitting outside a chocolate-store." Bucky shuffled over, gesturing for her to sit down, she smiled, taking the space. "She started talking to me about my scarf- it's from Doctor Who- and I realised I followed her on Tumblr. Anyway, we've got a busy day, I'm gonna try out that Jacuzzi spa later, fair warning."

"Wow, have not worn this dress in ages." Bucky glanced at her crisp, white tea-dress made of lace, a thin, brown coat worn on top. Sydney weather was okay, he supposed, warmer than New York and definitely less people than he thought. If he had any cause to regret their- if you could call it that- friendship, he hadn't, not even if she'd gotten shot or he'd nearly crashed her car, no, he hadn't any cause to think otherwise until she'd quite literally chosen his clothing for the day and dragged him out of the hotel. He had to admit, the walk to Circular Quay was enjoyable and the views were spectacular once they'd arrived. "Okay, you can do the tourist thing, or whatever, I'm going to just…" She pointed in the direction of a couple of stores, Buck shrugged; he was an adult and didn't require chaperoning.

The thing that surprised him the most was the harmony between nature and the urban sprawl of the city, sandstone cliffs stood side-by-side to towering sky-scrapers and all tied together with the crystal blue of the water as it glittered in the sunlight. He could easily see why anyone would fall in love with a city like this.

"Barnes!" She called waving him over, he followed her as she stood in-front of a building that turned out to be the Museum of Contemporary Art. He walked over slowly, taking in the sights of ferries and the smell of the ocean spray. "I'd take you in, but I have a friend who works here and I'm pretty sure, if her schedule hasn't changed at all. But they do have a passage way which takes us where we want to go."

"And where would that be?" He asked lightly, both of them taking off their coats as it slowly got warmer.

"Hipster-paradise, aka The Rocks. Used to be a slum up until the 70's, home to all the brothels and pubs, sailors chilling here and not to mention the sordid conditions and the gangs."

"Sounds like my childhood."

"Except with a 'White Australia Policy', which includes most Europeans until the end of World War 2." Mary quipped, as she took hold of his metal arm, dragging him through the museum as quickly and discreetly as she could, until they exited glass doors on the other side.

It was as if he'd time-travelled through a building, as he now faced sandstone buildings and found himself on a cobblestone road. She seemed to understand his awe and confusion, offering a smile and a shrug.

"I used to live near here, it was near my uni… ish. Anyway, are you up for brunch?"

"Okay, whatever you want." He followed her through the slightly more quiet area, in comparison to the city streets she'd led him through, until they reached what was probably the main road, overlooking the harbour. He continued to follow her, as she walked at a brisk place, probably because she was so excited to take him to a café.

La Renaissance Café was painted in white against viridian-green wood, above a French-window, multi-coloured macaroons and their labels displayed for all customers to see. She indicated that he go through until he reached a small courtyard, situating himself at a charming table at the back where he was nestled between sandstone buildings with ivy-leaves climbing and winding their way up to a window. She exited moments later, telling him their order.

"Charming place."

"Isn't it just!" She smiled in excitement, her eyes darting to each waiter that exited with other people's orders. In the end she excused herself to go to the bathroom temporarily as the waiter placed down their order, she stayed long enough to take multiple photos on her phone and with her white polaroid camera, letting the photos develop in her coat pocket.

"She your girlfriend?" The waiter asked, bemused.

"Wife." Bucky corrected, the word getting easier and easier to say with each passing moment of their deception, even though he had to sometimes stop himself with uneasily fidgeting with the ring.

"She keeps you on your toes, doesn't she? Excited and bubbly, that one. You watch yourself mate, don't want to see you in the papers after she killed you for breaking her heart."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Bucky laughed, slightly uneasily. Fact remains he'd seen her train and he'd seen her mercilessly shoot someone, it practically amused him to see the dynamic personality of his partner. "There you are, I've been interrogated and warned against breaking your heart by your lovely friend, the waiter."

"He's a cute one." She teased, taking a sip of her coffee. "You enjoying the tart?" He nodded, as the he cut through the melted sugar, the satisfying sound of cracked confectionary reaching his ears. She smiled, daintily eating her macaroons, and while she offered him some, he politely refused. "Oh well, there's night markets here, and I got a message saying they'll pick us up on Saturday. It's Thursday, so we'll have time to go to them."

"Okay, but quick question. Is it just me, or do neither of us know what we're here for."

"I think that's the point." She replied unusually quickly.

"What?"

"I sensed something off with Em- Agent Holmes, she told us it was a multiple manhunt but obviously she was lying. Then there's the fact Johannesburg-"

"Didn't end well." Bucky finished for her, she nodded.

"And not to mention, she felt incredibly nervous and guilty after I saw her finish a conversation with the Director General of ASIO. So, like always, what are SHIELD hiding that even both of us can't know."

"Steve warned me that their intelligence-"

"ASIO'S intelligence game is ridiculous. Less invasive than America's but hella better. You don't even notice the threat is eliminated, and that's terrifying. No, I think they didn't tell us because they don't want ASIO to know the plan, and we won't be able to spill anything." She concluded.

"You really are impressive."

"Thank you darling, I try." She took a sip of her coffee, before placing it down. "There's something on your mind."

"What?" Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts.

"You want to say something, but you don't want to. I'm not a telepath mate, I'm an empath. I'll know you've killed someone, but I won't know who and how." Bucky was a little unnerved by her comment. "Also, nice touch with the shirt-sleeves."

"I just rolled them up."

"Everyone loves a dashing guy with a nice-fitting shirt and the sleeves rolled up. Rule number one of leaving women sexually frustrated." She laughed, because she probably saw the genuine look of terror on his face. "Anyway, my dear communist assassin, where to next?"

They spent the entire day wandering about the alleys and canals of The Rocks, she'd take him into a store, he'd remind her not to buy anything. Or she'd find a lovely alleyway and ask him to take a photograph, as always she'd post them to her fake Instagram and their deception was further planted into other's minds. He sometimes get questions about his arm, the pair of them agreed that it was a childhood accident and that his rich father's bio-engineer friends had him test out a prosthesis, while the design wasn't the best, the technology certainly was. He was almost surprised at how happy and free he felt, walking about, it was as if they weren't on a mission- No, strike that, he was on a mission, they just hadn't started it and they weren't entirely sure what it was, either.

The sun had begun to sink over the horizon and the crystal water now seemed more orange that blue. This time, she took him through different streets, through the back of the rocks, rather than the long way around and near the wharves. She prattled on about securing tickets to the theatre if they had time afterwards, as she told him that the Sydney Theatre Company was only a short distance from the hotel. Time at the hotel was spent more quietly, he turned on the TV to watch the local news and she raided their suitcases for decent clothing to wear out. After advising her on multiple clothing selections, she ended up with a black jumpsuit and a towering pair of heels. Not that he cared, he was just in it for the food.

"You won't mind Bavarian, will you?" She asked as she tossed him a shirt. "There's this great place called Lowenbrau Keller. The beers are great if that's all you're in for…"

"You, you're a dick." Bucky told her, Mary shrugged her shoulders as she handed him a pint.

"For a 1940's gentleman, you sir, are hopeless." She peered over her menu card, raising a brow at Bucky. "You're meant to compliment people, aren't you?"

"Well then, I think your eyeliner is as dark as your soul and sharper than your wit, sweetheart." She snorted at the excessive sarcasm and continued to scan the menu, occasionally asking the other's opinion on what they should order. In the end they settled for a large meat platter, she didn't really mind. "Where was that place you were telling me sold only chocolate food?"

"The Guylian Café? It's a chocolate brand but the chocolates are lovely. I'll take you there tomorrow if you behave."

"What do you mean if? Aren't you obligated to, or something. It's our honeymoon, goddammit, you're not allowed to be irritable."

"Hey, I'm a strong, independent woman that don't need no man, but I would like one." She mumbled under her breath, occupied with her iPhone. "Okay, selfie time."

"What?"

"Commit, goddamit Barnes, I'm trying to keep a cover here. I've been hacking into servers and clouds since we got here just so I could keep this cover legit. It's working, we've got like 300 followers on Instagram." She exhaled angrily, glaring at him through her perfectly-drawn eyeliner, blood-red lips pulled into snarl, he relented, posing happily with her, yet his smile got faker and faker by the second.

"You are aware that I hate you and your existence."

"Flattered darling." She smirked, applying a colour filter while he fidgeted, waiting for his food. It arrived soon enough and he was startled that they'd managed to finish the platter off pretty quickly, despite the large amount of ribs and steaks and chips sitting there.

"Do you like inhale food?"

"I don't know, do you?" She retorted, sass delivered with a glare as she pushed a stand of hair away from her face with a cherry-red nail. "Besides, what we're here to do is discuss important things, like that, for instance." Bucky glanced in the direction she discreetly pointed to, he noticed a group of people talking together, nothing out of the ordinary.

"What?"

"They're planning on stalking us home. They're agents from ASIO, from what I gather."

"How do you even know all this?"

"Sensing emotions, hearing conversations, lip reading and tipping the waiter extra." Bucky was impressed, no really, he was. He leaned back in his seat, beginning to calculate a safe escape route. "If I'm sensing what you're sensing, please refrain from romance in your escape plan." Bucky raised a brow as she scanned the dessert menu. "You into the idea of Black Forest cake?"

"Yeah…" he replied, still deep in thought, calculating every possible move and every possible situation.

"Don't stress your little brain, Barnes, it's not worth it. It's not like they want to attack us, most likely thing is that they want to just see how we're going?"

"How do you even?..." She waved with her fingers, pointing to the slip of paper between her fingers and the waiter who'd just taken their order and walked away. "Anyway, have you considered taxis?"

"…No…" Bucky couldn't even remember seeing a cab in this godforsaken city. "They're not yellow-"

"Which doesn't mean their overpriced asses don't exist. Safest option and they can't risk following us through this traffic, as empty as it is, it's a Thursday and there's only really late night shopping, people don't really party until tomorrow, in case you haven't noticed." Bucky took this into consideration, watching as she discreetly pulled her phone back out of her purse, opening what looked like an app. "Don't be so nervous, nothing bad, be friendly! Wave at them for all I care." She stated indifferently "I don't know, the ice-cream sounds like a great idea as well."

"We're under surveillance!" he stressed in a harsh whisper, she barely looked up at him, but he caught her bit her lower lip in thought, it was bothered her more than she pretended it didn't. "Okay, we finish desert and leave. Maybe go into a couple of alleyways-"

"You are asking to be killed in a Jack-The-Ripper way."

"They haven't caught him." Bucky scoffed

"They actually have. I have a Professor who worked on it." She corrected icily, obviously she was touchy when it came to her history and trivia.

"Wow, snarky today, aren't we?"

"Asking for a knife through their chest today, aren't we?" She glared at him with such an intensity that all retorts fell short, she sighed and looked a bit more sympathetically. "I'm sorry, as much as we'd like to believe, this is all out of control. As soon as dessert comes, I'll let you map out the escape plan, just don't make it to horrible." Several Instagram posts later, they'd finished dessert, he'd insisted on paying for the bill even though she was perfectly fine with paying half, before she reminded him that effectively SHIELD was paying for all of this and that they may as well halve it.

"I'm going to wrap an arm around you, okay?" He whispered as they exited the restaurant, she nodded, but he caught the eye-roll. They were then discreetly followed by another man, they still pretended not to notice, though he could feel her shivering as he held her close against him. He wasn't entirely sure if it was because she was cold or because she was frightened, he did offer her his coat, and while she stubbornly refused, he placed it over her shoulders, watching the man who was tailing them turn off into another street, he knew he'd been caught.

It was very fine until they'd made it to the Observatory Park. They realised that their stalkers had returned with a vengeance.

"They're going to cut us off at all exits, we're going to…" She sighed exasperated before cursing in a language he didn't understand. Well, not a curse, but a stream of cusses.

"Going to have to what?"

"Go through the park. Hold my shoes." He politely held her skyscraper black heels, as they quietly, yet quickly walked through the dimmed park, stopping very so often behind a tree to ensure they weren't being followed. He had to remind her to quieten down every so often, as she complained about grass on her feet. High maintenance that one was. They'd successfully made it past the observatory and past Fort Street before they broke into a sprint, turning into Kent Street and into their hotel.

"When somebody locks the door, they generally mean, don't open it!" Mary screeched, sinking deeper into the bubbles of the Jacuzzi.

"Hey, it wasn't even locked!"

"Yes it was!" Mary protested, trying very hard to ignore the fact that Bucky had just entered the bathroom shirtless, intending to brush his teeth. "And could you hear this jet stream, I'm surprised if it didn't sound like a rocket taking off."

"I just assumed that was you." Bucky replied sourly, Mary retaliated by throwing a bar of soap at him, the pink block making it's mark and hitting the assassin straight between the eyes, she threw him her dirtiest look and sunk as far as she could in the water without suffocating. "Okay, what, did I do? No really." When she gave no answer he gave a sigh and continued to brush his teeth.

"It's nothing" she finally managed, before sinking back below the bubbles, curling up as tight as she could to avoid Bucky seeing anything.

"It's obviously something." Bucky turned to face her, while she glared her grumpiest glare at him. "If you don't I swear I'll get into that tub with you."

"I'd hate to see those piglet boxer shorts get wet." Mary retorted, poking her tongue out as he turned around, sighing exasperatedly.

"That's it getting in." Bucky moved threateningly close, brandishing his foamy toothbrush at her, wiping the paste from his mouth on the towel. Mary continued to ignore him, trying to keep her mind blank and finding the instructions next to the button settings apparently fascinating.

"Look, what's the point of being on a mission with you, if I can't even talk to you!?"

"You want to know what my problem is? What makes you think that I'd even tell you?"

"Because you're letting me believe that I'm your friend." Bucky said with such a sting that Mary was a little shocked with herself, staring at the pure betrayal in Bucky's eyes, she nodded before quietly answering.

"The man we ran into, homeless man who sat in the park, while we tried to get back. He knew everything about my sister and didn't tell the authorities, the newspapers published my sister's death publically, the Federal Police made an official statement and everything, they also did on behalf of my parents and myself-"

"I'm sorry, what-"

"-Anyway, the man was harbouring guilt because he thought that if he'd told the police instead of taking the hush money, my sister would never have been kidnapped then killed. I could sense the regret from squandering all the money; it must've been a fair sum. Anyway, I don't know if you wanted to know about that or anyway-" Mary stopped mid-sentence then proceeded to immerse herself entirely in the water for as long as she could, doing her best to block out Bucky's lingering feeling of pity that she could sense.

Bucky awoke early the next day, surprised that his deep sense of guilt over the previous night hadn't woken her up. He was wrong, she must've woken up in the middle of the night, gone on her laptop to try and numb everything. It must've worked as she was asleep, curled up like a cat in the middle of the bed, laptop still on. He silently stalked to her side, prising the laptop away from her and letting it charge on the heavy wooden desk. This time, he tried ordering breakfast, it worked pretty well and an attendant arrived with their tray of food outside their door within a few minutes.

"Busy night, eh?" the worker asked, Bucky was slightly taken aback by the nature of the question, regretting the fact he opened the door with only his boxer shorts and a night-robe on.

"Yeah…"

"Must be great, being newly-weds. Little bit kinky and wild, experimental phase."

"Yeah…" Bucky answered, wishing the conversation was over as quickly as possible, as he did his best to frankly, prise the trays off the worker.

"I bet she's thoroughly spent and satisfied, looking at the size of you. She's a lucky girl, marrying a handsome lad like you." He clapped him on the shoulder hard enough to make him jolt a little. Bucky was easily getting turned off eating with every word, as the worker rambled on, helping assemble the silver tray for tea. "At this rate I'm sure there'll be little babies like yourself wandering around soon. I'm sure she looks lovely in sheers and lace, have you tried corsets? Thigh highs and garters have a very risqué feeling to them. My wife once-"

"Darling? Is that room service? We've got things to get through." Bucky nearly sighed with relief, as Mary called from the bedroom, thankfully out of sight, she was probably trying to not to laugh, as he was interrogated and entreated to this man's sex life. He shuddered as the sentence contained slightly seductive lilt in her tone. He hoped she knew what she was doing, he could almost hear a smirk, visualising a 'come hither' gesture with her finger.

"Ooh, she seems insatiable. Enjoy your breakfast, you know, if you two are going to be hungry anytime soon." The worker left his sight with a wink, wheeling the trolley with a cheery whistle down the corridor. Trying his best not to collapse in sheer embarrassment, she laughed, looking at the sight of him as she reclined, propped up by her elbows, with trembling hands he placed both trays on a small tray rest and sitting beside her on the bed, only to have himself bury his head in his hands and knees.

"You did well." She patted his back sympathetically, trying not to laugh any harder than she already was, wheezing and trying to breathe. "I'm flattered that they'd think we're totally having kinky sex." He was hyper-aware of his red face and ears, especially as she continued to laugh, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I'm insatiable, am I? I wonder what gave him that impression, Bucky…" She raised a brow suggestively her tongue just slightly poking out of her cheeky grin before flopping forwards and laughing so hard that it was now silent fits of giggles.

"You just enjoy winding me up, don't you?"

"Call it a sadistic pleasure, if you will." She paused momentarily as she sat back up and picked up her tea-cup, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Though apparently that was what you were giving me last night."

"Shut up." Bucky groaned as she let go of a highly erotic moan, tossing her head back on the pillows, then turning to face him.

"Perhaps I should meet him at the door with you tomorrow, just to keep your fragile masculinity safe."

"My masculinity is not fragile!" Bucky protested, smothering his head with a pillow.

"You are such a man-child." She tutted as he peered out from under the pillow. "Now, are you going to eat or not?"

"I swear if you drop another sexual innuendo, I'm going to-"

"Realise how sexually frustrated you are and in an animalistic fashion pin me down on this bed in a heated and passionate tryst? Did he ask if I had a metal-arm kink? I'm sure you have a couple of things up your sleeve, or down you pants with a history like yours, is the whole bad-boy thing true? Does it really translate well?"

"How do you even know these things, you're 12!"

"And a half." Mary corrected with a shit-eating grin, clearly enjoying his flustered state, playing with her teaspoon in a provocative way. Did empaths get high off people's sense of frustration? If they did, he was going to have a very long conversation with Stark and ask him to invent a gene suppressant. "Seriously though, get out of those clothes-"

"Excuse me?"

"Let me finish. Get out of those clothes, get changed, take a shower because seriously. We've got a bit of snooping to do."

"I'm never going to be able to look you straight in the eye for millennia."

"Good thing we're not actually married then. I guess I'll be getting my revenge on you…"

Next chapter party time's over (somewhat).

Anyway, I'd like to thank all of you who have read and reviewed. I was very nervous about it and if it met anyone's expectations for this fic. If you haven't sort of guessed, I'm taking chapter titles from films, if you haven't seen Barefoot in the Park, I highly suggest you do. I got some lines from that film that definitely need saying. Also, reviews are definitely lovely. I'm also going to start posting pictures for this fanfiction on my Tumblr, I'll add a link to my profile just to make it a bit easier when I do. But once again, huge thanks to you all :)