Hi everyone! First off, thank you so much for the reviews! Secondly, this chapter contains explicit scenes and is rated M for mature!

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Bucky had followed Mila up to his apartment, impatiently pacing into the bedroom as she pulled out her duffle bag and started to pack up the few clothing items that she'd received upon arrival to Wakanda.

"We don't have to go back yet, you know?"

"Bucky…" She blinked up at him as he plopped down onto the edge of the bed, "its fine."

"I'm just saying, we can give you more time."

With a sigh, she pursed her lips. "To do what? Run around in the jungle like a pack of Mowgli's, or to lay out in a field with Ari braiding my hair?" He didn't seem to register why those two things were unacceptable. "Bucky, we've been here weeks, hell, months. As much as I love being here and spending time with Ari, the reality is that I can't keep hiding from who I am. You know this, you've been through this." His pouting almost made her falter. "I know you're trying to protect me, but you don't have to. I want to do something good for once, and on my terms, like you said."

"If you work for SHIELD, you do things on their terms, so I don't want you rushing." He watched as she moved about the room, his blue gaze fixated on her. "If you really want to go, then we will. I don't want to pressure you or anything, I just-" he sighed and looked down at his hands, flexing them open and closed "-I worry about you."

Mila paused, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes curiously at him. "Ya know, Barnes…" Moving to stand in front of him, she put her hands on his shoulders as he titled his head back slightly to look up at her. The bed was tall enough that, even with him sitting down, he was still nearly eye-level with her standing. "We do a lot of talking, but it just occurred to me that the one thing we haven't talked about these last few weeks, was that little moment we had back in the kitchen…"

Bucky's eyes widened, and he felt the vein in his temple twitch as he thought back to their kiss... Makeout? He nodded slowly, wondering where she was going with this. "Yeah, um," he felt her run her fingers through his partially damp hair, fidgeting under her touch. "I-I, uh, didn't think there was time- a good time… to bring it up."

"You're cute when you blush." Grinning, Mila played with the hair at the back of his head, gently running her fingers back and forth. "I just wanted to bring it up and say that, since the air is cleared about the past, you don't have anything to feel guilty about. And if that's why you were holding back, then…" She leaned forward and placed a sensual kiss on his lips.

Bucky placed his hands on her hips, pulling her a step closer as his grip on her tightened ever so slightly.

With a soft sigh, Mila pulled back and smiled. That annoying tug at the back of her eye was gone, and every small moment that they'd shared was flashing through her mind. All of the sweet-nothings that James Buchanan Barnes whispered to her and the plans that they'd made were all there. "I remember this… It was much colder back then, but this… Yeah, I liked this."

He reached up with his left hand and pushed some hair from her face before she continued.

"I know we're both pretty broken, and there's a lot I need to figure out about making things right in my life. But I-"

She was cut off by another sweet kiss, this one lingering as though he were trying to quell the burning desire within him. At length, he released her, lips slightly parted as he puffed out a quiet, contented sigh. "We'll take it slow," he began, feeling his wild pulse settling. "Whatever you want. We have plenty of time to figure this out. Let's just focus on getting you back on track, and me not being murdered in my sleep by one of the Avengers, then go from there."

The dirty blonde couldn't help but laugh, playfully patting him on the shoulders before placing her hands on top of his thighs and leaning down closer to him. She lowered her voice while grinning at him before squeezing his legs. "I... want a shower." Thoroughly enjoying the look of confusion mixed with terror on his features, Mila stood up and casually strolled from the bedroom into the bathroom. Normally she would close the door, but this time...she left it open, just a crack.

Bucky used to understand women, he used to know what made them tick and how to read them. But now? He sat on the edge of the bed, head cocked to the side as he tried to figure out if she was teasing him, or if she'd just invited him to follow after her. Shaking his head at himself, the Winter Soldier dropped back onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face and letting out a nearly silent groan.

"We'll take it slow, whatever you want. 'I want a shower.'" He quietly repeated his comment, and then hers in a higher pitch. It was a fact that he also needed a shower, but then he thought about the possibility of her being upset by the notion, and his face went white. He was still contemplating when he heard the shower start, and he fell silent when he heard her sing-songy voice echoing over the sound of the water.

"That was an invitation, Sergeant Barnes, if you're so inclined to take it..."

Mila couldn't help but smile as she stepped into the shower, pausing to listen and see if she could hear movement from the other room. Even if he chose not to take her up on her offer, the dirty blonde was proud of herself for even putting it out there. She ran her fingers through her braids, pulling them apart before rinsing off under the hot water. She stepped out from the stream of water, reaching for the shampoo bottle, only to realize it was gone. When she made to turn around, a hand caught her shoulder and she froze.

"I'll do it."

Her brow raised in curiosity and Mila glanced over her shoulder to see Bucky behind her, keeping just enough space between them.

"Wash my hair?" She was slightly disappointed that she had failed to catch a glimpse at anything below his beltline.

He nodded, keeping his gaze hyper-focused on the shampoo as he squeezed some out into his right hand. "You did invite me to take a shower, right?"

She nodded slowly, facing forward and leaning her head back as he began lathering the suds into her hair. "I don't think I've ever had a man wash my hair."

Pausing for a moment, Bucky felt his cheeks burning slightly. "Do you… not want me to?"

"What? No!" Mila laughed. " I mean, yes I want you to! Ugh. What I mean to say is that this is new and I like it." She heard a chuckle from behind her, but before she could turn Bucky began massaging her scalp. It was surprisingly gentle, and while he continued for a few minutes, it didn't last nearly as long as Mila would have liked. Had she not been appreciative of him, she would have turned with a pout, in an effort to get him to continue.

Stepping back slightly, Bucky ran his hands down Mila's arms, guiding her back under the water to allow her to rinse. He wondered how she could seem so relaxed, while he felt as though his heart would burst from his chest with the slightest provocation. He released her, giving her enough space to rinse the suds from her hair, only to be startled when she attempted to turn around.

He grabbed her hips and kept her back to him, feeling the muscles tense beneath his fingertips. There was a moment of silence before she placed her hands on top of his, pulling him forward as she leaned back against his chest.

"There's no need to worry, Bucky - I've already seen you shirtless."

His Adam's Apple bobbed as he quietly cleared the lump from his throat, fingers trembling as he slid his hands forward. Resting his palms against her bare stomach, he gently embraced her. "It's not that. It's just…" Bucky should have been mortified to hear the tremor in his voice, but in that moment, he couldn't give it a second thought. "It's just... sort of surreal that you're really here…" He exhaled softly, fingertips gently digging into her as he attempted to control himself. "Like this," he finished breathlessly.

Mila felt her cheeks grow hot, and for the briefest moment, a thread of panic tried to work its way into the pit of her stomach. She quashed it by reaching up to wrap her hand around the back of his neck, turning to look up at him.

"Goosebumps," he murmured, tracing the fingers of his right hand up her abdomen toward her chest.

"Hm?" Her voice was quiet as she reveled in his touch.

"You have goosebumps." His fingers paused just beneath her breasts, his other hand still resting against her stomach. He marveled in the way the rivulets of water streamed across the curve of lips, almost mockingly urging him to close the gap between them.

"Well, sir," she said, and he once again met her gaze, "you happen to be blocking all the warm water." A soft laugh escaped her lips, though it faltered slightly as he began to lean into her.

Bucky stopped, their lips just a fraction apart, feeling the steady thump of her heartbeat against his fingers. Was he just imagining it, or was it faster than normal?

Could it be possible that she really wanted him as much as he did her?

"Are…" He had to stop, swallow thickly, before going on. "Are you sure?"

Mila nodded, heart fluttering as her grip on him tightened.

Without a moment more of hesitation, Bucky closed the distance between them, taking her lips in an intense kiss. His teeth caught her bottom lip, nibbling on the soft flesh as his hand moved to cup a supple breast.

A moan slipped from his lips as his thumb grazed over a nipple, the bud hardening under his heated touch. He felt his knees tremble as Mila pushed herself back against him, the slickness of her skin causing easy friction to spark between them.

A wave of excitement shot through her when she felt his hardness twitch against her lower back. To think that she could be the cause of the Winter Soldier literally twitching in anticipation was almost enough to make her burst into a fit of giggles.

All thought of laughter, however, was quickly extinguished as his tongue slipped between her lips, coaxing hers into a frenzied dance as he squeezed a taut nipple between his fingers. Her back arched and a gasp escaped her, fingers tightening in his hair as he pulled her more firmly against him, nails biting into her hip in a pleasant sting.

Heat blossomed wherever he touched, and the ache inside her grew as the water pounded against their bare skin. Her core tightened when he pulled back, hair slick, stuck haphazardly against his forehead and cheeks - his sharp gaze should have caused ice to shoot through her veins, but it didn't…

Fire blazed through her as she rested her palm against the hand he had against her breast. Droplets of water fell from her lashes as she nipped his jaw, slowly guiding his hand down across her abdomen.

"Bucky," she whispered, pushing up slightly on her toes so she could nibble at his earlobe. "Don't keep teasing me."

The Winter Soldier, nearly brought to his knees by a woman...it should have been pathetic, but James Buchanan Barnes, Jr. gave no fucks. He felt himself swell at her panted words, her obvious invitation, and he had to bite back a guttural moan.

As she moved both hands to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his wet hair, he leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth. Trailing kisses down along her jaw, nipping every once in a while, as he made his way to her neck, his hand moved to caress the softness of her inner thigh.

It was hard to believe that this was really happening, but there was no denying the woman in his arms was real. Bucky bit her neck as his fingers slipped easily between the soft folds of her flesh, heat enveloping them as he brushed against a small, hard nub.

Mila's back arched as he touched her intimately, his calloused, sure fingers easily finding her most tender spot. "Mm!" she gasped, toes curling against the shower flower as he continued his slow exploration.

She felt herself floating, somewhere between numb and ecstasy, and she couldn't stop herself from yanking at his hair in impatience. This back and forth between soft, sensual acts and carnal yearning was either going to drive her mad or give her a small case of whiplash.

"T-teasing, Mr. Barnes," she panted as she moved her hips, trying to seek more pleasure from his fingers, "is not b-becoming of the Winter S-Soldier..."

Did she not realize what she was doing to him? The way she moved against him, the low timbre of her voice as she admonished him - how much more was he supposed to take?

"But payback," he murmured, lips against her ear, his hot breath panting against the nape of her neck, "is." Bucky would have been proud of his witty comeback had the situation been different - as it was, as he pulled back to look at her, he was almost startled to see her eyes half-lidded in anticipation, her chest rising and falling shallowly, and her skin flushed, small pink blossoms on her neck and shoulder where he had kissed her.

His throat hitched, the fingers at her hip clenching as she released his hair, moving that hand to rest against his wrist. Her fingers pushed against his hand, urging him to press harder, and he felt her growing hot and wet beneath his touch. He obliged her, moving a finger to gently, yet firmly, caress her.

"Mm...B-Bucky…" Her eyes fluttered, and she only just managed to get a glance at him between her labored breaths. This man could be so insufferable! All she wanted was him to touch her, to feel him, all of him, to bare their bodies and their souls...and he continued to tease her!

If she'd been sane in that moment, she would have slapped him silly, then thrown him in the bed and had her licentious way with him. But sanity had fled with the first touch, and all she could do was hope he would end her suffering soon.

"Bucky," she called again. "Please."

Greedily wanting to hear her call his name over and over again in that voice so full of yearning, of desire, he slipped his finger inside her. He was quickly rewarded as Mila almost purred his name, her head falling back to rest against his shoulder.

Water cascaded down her flushed cheeks, into her open mouth, but she seemed to pay it no heed as he pressed a second finger inside, pushing them deep. Her chest rose rapidly, fingers tight against the back of his head as she held herself against him.

A hot wetness, different from the shower, enveloped his fingers as he rubbed them against her - it didn't take long for her knees to give out, and Bucky found himself unable to take the strain a moment longer.

Pulling himself from her, and earning a startled gasp, he slammed the nozzle down, cutting off the water. Without giving her time to argue, Bucky grabbed her hips, spun her to face him, and claimed her lips in a hungry, greedy kiss.

It didn't take him long to hoist her into his arms, her legs crossing behind him as they stumbled from shower and into the bedroom.

Eagerly, Mila bit at his lower lip, demanding entry into his mouth, as she held herself tightly against him. Her mind was reeling, thoughts scattering as she felt herself grow weightless - then her back was hitting the soft sheets of the bed and Bucky Barnes was perched above her.

This was the way so many of her dreams ended - right at the damn good part. Her hands slinked around his back, fingertips clawing at his muscles as she eagerly pressed herself up against him, not wanting the dream to end.

But the man straddling her right then was no dream, no mirage. He was real. And he was hers.

"James Buchanan Barnes," she whispered, voice low, heady as she pressed her cheek against his. "Bucky. Bucky. Bucky…"

The fire which had been raging inside of him, burning white hot, was now an out of control inferno. The way her breath whispered over his neck as she practically moaned his name, like he was some sort of sex god, was the proverbial straw that broke the damn proverbial camel's back.

Pulling back just enough so he could see her half-lidded gaze, he pressed his heat against against her. He felt her squirm impatiently and, with a quiet groan, he pushed himself into her. He was encompassed by pressure and heat, his eyelids fluttering at the shock of pleasure that raced up his spine.

The moan that slipped through Mila's lips only served to urge him on, and he pressed himself further, fingers clawing the sheets beneath his hands as he fought to keep his sanity. The delightful bite of her nails as she dug them into his skin served as an anchor, though he wasn't sure how long it would keep him attached to reality.

"Mila," he murmured, voice a breathy gasp as he leaned into her. Sweat beaded against his brow, and his muscles tensed as he kept himself steady, patient. "Mila…" he whispered again.

Her eyes opened, mouth parted in an expectant way, as she shifted her legs. The feeling of fullness, of having this man inside of her was almost more than she could bear - but the cloying sentimentality would have to wait. Her rationality wouldn't hold out much longer.

Hooking one foot over the other behind Bucky, she pressed her hips up, gasping in delight as his heat shifted inside her. Moving one hand up to entangle his hair, she yanked his head down, slamming their lips together.

"If you don't start moving, Mr. Barnes," she panted, tongue darting out lap at his jaw, "I will n-never forgive you."

A sharp cry of surprised pleasure echoed from her lips as he obliged her request, and her head fell back. Her fingers continued their fervid exploration of his bare back, assuredly leaving behind red streaks as she clawed the giving flesh to feel the muscles tense beneath.

Bucky was going to be driven wild before this was over - but he didn't mind. His hips smacked noisily against Mila as his thrusts gained a steady tempo, fire racing through his core with each plunge. Sweat dripped from his chin into Mila's chest, but she didn't seem to mind.

He bent down to nip and lick at her exposed skin, taking special attention to her throat. One hand grasped her bare breast, fondling the supple skin, while the other held her hip tightly, angling for better purchase.

Mila's pleasured cries filled him with a need to fulfill her yearnings, her desires. Grabbing a hold of her arms, he put them around his neck and sat up, easily hauling the girl with him - the new position allowed him to push even further inside her, and he could stop a husky moan from slipping from him.

His lips soon found the soft flesh of her breast, and as Mila arched her back, head lolling, hair cascading toward the bed, he took a nipple into his mouth. Gently biting, he continued pushing himself inside her, fingers digging into the smooth hardness of her hips.

"Bucky," Mila breathed, feeling herself growing desperate. She curled her arms around his head, rubbing her cheek against his wet hair as her heels dug into the bed. It took her a moment to work out the rhythm, but once she managed to match Bucky's beat, the pleasure of his thrusts were magnified.

"I..,I can't…!" Her fingers twisted into his hair, and she yanked his head back. Frantic, she took his mouth in a sweet, fiery kiss, their tongues tangled together as his hold on her tightened.

Bucky groaned against her lips, thighs tensing, fingers clenching as he climaxed. Fire and ice raced through his veins as he felt Mila's body tightening around him, her heat mixing with his own as she enjoyed her own taste of climaxing.

He pressed his cheek against Mila's chest as she threw her head back with a choked gasp of unadulterated ecstasy - at least, he assumed that's what it was, because that was certainly how he felt.

Or how he would feel, if he could feel anything tangible. Right then, as the two of them fell back on the bed, his body shuddering from the loss of her warmth and tension, he could only think of one thing. While he was racked with tremors of bliss, there was only one thing in his mind.

Reaching over with an arm glinting silver in the dim light, he gently pushed several wet strands of hair from her cheek. Pulling her close with the arm of vibranium, the arm he had hated, the arm he had longed to destroy...he wrapped her in his metal embrace, no longer afraid or ashamed of who he had been.

Yes - there was only one thing on his mind in that moment, and Bucky placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before nuzzling close, following Mila into the realm of slumber.

The bed beside her shifted, and Mila rolled over, stretching her hand. When her fingers grazed Bucky's thigh, she let out a small, contented sigh - only to have it become a groan when she caught the sound of his chuckling.

"Sorry, doll," he said as he reached over to pat her thigh, "but it's time to get up." When he attempted to pull the sheet back, however, he found it caught in a fast grip.

"Mm...no," came a soft, but firm reply. "I don't think so." Without even opening her eyes, the dirty blonde took hold of his wrist and tugged him towards her. "Five more minutes." She shifted slightly closer to him. "Stay with me."

A soft chuckle escaped him as Bucky put his arms on either side of her, leaning over just enough to look down at her.

"You're the one who agreed to go back with Steve," he admonished playfully. "I tried to convince you to stay. Besides…" His voice dropped an octave as he bent closer, placing a kiss on her neck just below her earlobe. "If I get back in bed with you, we would need more than five minutes."

Mila's body flushed hotly, and she finally opened her eyes, looking up to meet his icy gaze. She couldn't stop herself from running her hands over his chest and shoulders, delighting in his heat, his closeness. She barely noticed the change in feeling as her fingers caressed over his chest onto the vibranium.

"Well," she murmured, batting her eyes coyly, "how much longer do you think we'd need?" She toyed with his hair as her fingers gently caressed his neck. "I mean, I could spare -"

Mila felt herself being easily lifted, and inhaled sharply as she was pulled into Bucky's lap. The sheet slipped from her shoulders, puddling against her hips, as their mouths crashed together, all coyness fleeing from her as she felt a small growl reverberate in Bucky's throat.

His grip around her waist was firm, the metal biting into her flesh. His other hand stretched over the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair.

The slight, sharp pain only served to further her hunger, and Mila kissed him with a fervent passion. She moved her hips to grind against the hardness pressing against her, earning an almost animalistic groan.

Her blood pulsed hot and fast as a tremor shook her core, but as she made to further their passion, they were taken off guard by a loud rapping on the apartment door.

Bucky, breathless, pulled back from the kiss. He shushed Mila as she started to laugh, though a smile stretched across his lips. "Seriously," he whispered, "I don't know who it is!"

Mila, ignoring the warning in his voice, ran her fingers down his abdomen, his skin taut, hot, under her touch. Feeling as if her own flesh were on fire, she slipped her hands beneath the waistband of his shorts, eager to feel more of him.

He caught her wrist, a low growl escaping his throat when she started trailing kisses across his jawline. It became more pronounced as she proceeded to nibble on his earlobe.

"Bucky?" Steve's voice echoed from the hallway outside the apartment.

"Shit!" Bucky shot up from the bed, easily catching Mila in his arms before she could tumble onto the floor. Unwilling though he was, he set her on the edge of the bed and placed a quick, chaste kiss on her lips. "Don't move," he ordered quietly, grinning when she tried to nip at his finger.

Leaving the bedroom, he went toward the apartment door. He stopped short, palms flat against the door and looking out the peephole.

"Morning!" He said when he verified that it was Steve. "We aren't quite ready yet. Do you mind giving us another hour?" He saw the look of confusion across his friend's features as the blonde looked at his watch.

"It's nearly 7:00 a.m., Bucky."

He opened his mouth to respond, but his breath caught in his throat as warm hands wrapped around him and Mila's body pressed against his back. He took a moment to steady his voice, knowing Steve would be suspicious if he waited too long to respond.

"Yeah, I know," he said, and had to clear his throat, eyes squeezing shut as Mila began to trail her fingers along his stomach. "Mila isn't much of a morning person, and I'm not quite finished-"

His voice nearly cracked, and he stuttered to a stop when he felt insistent hands slip beneath his waistband. He wasn't sure if he wanted to throttle her or throw her to the floor and ravish her - his mind was easily made up when her warm fingers wrapped around his member. He tensed, dropping his head as his breathing deepened.

She was determined to have him that morning, and not even Captain America could stand in her way. Knowing that her touch alone could stop the Winter Soldier in his tracks was exhilarating, Mila placed a soft kiss against his back as she squeezed his girth gently and stroked him, feeling him hardening even more against her hands.

"An hour, Rogers!" His voice snapped, and without so much as waiting for his friend's reply, Bucky turned. Mila's hand slid from him, causing him to growl quietly, and he picked her up to hoist her over his shoulder.

Mila didn't have the time to try to stifle her "eep" or the laugh that followed while Bucky carried her back into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. He moved over her, his knee between her legs as he took her lips hungrily with his own.

The flight back to the states was quiet, all the while Steve was eyeing Bucky strangely while Mila sat calmly in place. Their first order of business upon reaching the base was to go to the briefing room to meet up with Natasha.

"What?" Bucky finally asked after feeling Steve's stare for far too long.

Steve shook his head, the pair of them standing by the mapping table. "You aren't brooding."

A snort escaped Mila's lips, earning herself a bemused look from Steve and a warning glance from Bucky.

"Brooding?" The Winter Soldier looked back at his friend. "I'm normally 'not brooding.'"

"Oh," Mila chimed in, "no he's right. You normally are brooding. But you seem… less broody today." She pinched her lips together in a knowing smile, only confusing Captain America more while Bucky suffered silently with reddening cheeks.

"Shouldn't we be expecting people soon, Cap?" Bucky very clearly wanted to change the subject, and luckily Steve caught on quickly.

"Uh, yeah. Actually in a few minutes." The doors to the room opened, Natasha and Tony emerging from the hallway.

Mila stood from her chair, resisting the temptation to greet Natasha as doing so would put her directly in the path of Tony Stark, who, last she checked, wasn't very fond of her.

"Afternoon team." Nat half-smiled at the group. "Good to have you back, you two."

The dirty blonde gave her a nod, but before she could speak Tony was rounding the room, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Mila as he stopped a few feet from her.

"Fixed, I presume?"

"She's fine, Stark." Bucky caught Mila shift uncomfortably under the other man's gaze, and he stepped closer to the pair.

Tony looked the woman up and down from behind his sunglasses, intentionally taking his time and pressing the uncomfortable moment. "Hm." He huffed, finally turning towards the others and raising a brow. "Should we get started then?" He flashed Bucky a sarcastic smile before moving towards the center of the room.

Natasha gave a loud sigh before beginning. "Alright, so what we have so far is that one of Hydra's agents who was at the raid where we found you," she pointed over at Mila, "somehow managed to slip away that night. He popped back up recently in Dubais, and we have it on good authority that he's been working in a nightclub as private security for an unknown."

"So it's the bait game again?" Bucky rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, cause that worked out so well last time," Tony sneered.

The two exchanged glares, but Nat continued to avoid their words. "Not exactly, Barnes. We know Mila is cured now, so there's no concern with sending her in. The problem is I don't want her to get outnumbered, so we have to send her in with a partner." She paused as everyone looked at her with the assumption that she was the partner. "Oh, no, not me. We need someone more unassuming."

Mila finally stood, moving towards the others and stopping between Steve and Bucky. "Well if you're too obvious, that means these three definitely would be."

Giving a curt nod, Natasha grinned. "Yeah, we're bringing in a special guest. They'll be arriving tomorrow, so we can discuss more of it then. The important thing is to get you back into training with me."

The ladies looked between the others, who wore confusion across their features.

"We'll start now and catch up with you boys later!" That said, Nat gestured for Mila to follow her, and the pair quickly left the room. "I don't know about you," the redhead started once they were out in the hall, "but that's too much testosterone in one room for me!"

Mila nodded, following the other woman through the familiar halls. "Was that really all there was to the briefing today? I thought we would have more information or more of a plan."

"Oh, I always have a plan! I'm just antsy to get you back on the mat. You look ghastly -no offense! All that hard work and we lost it all. I hope you're ready for an ass-whooping because it's coming your way."

Blue eyes narrowing, the dirty blonde couldn't help but grin. "I can't say I missed your while I was away..."

They spent the rest of the day training in hand to hand combat as well as spending an hour or two at the gun range. By the time Mila got back to her room that night, she was both elated and exhausted. After a shower and changing into her pajamas, she found herself in Bucky's room collapsing onto his bed with her face in the comforter and her feet dangling off the edge.

"Well, this feels like deja vu." He plopped down next to her, rubbing her back with his vibranium hand and smiling when she moaned.

"That feels nice. Can you do that all nice, please?"

"I could, but I can't promise I wouldn't fall asleep."

With a sigh, Mila turned her head and blinked up at him. "I miss Wakanda. I vote as soon as we take down Hydra, we go right back."

Bucky nodded in agreement. "I second that vote. Guess we better get to work if we want to get back there before Ari grows up."

Mila crawled over to her side of the bed, pulling Bucky's hand over and placing it on her back when she settled into her spot. "Looks like we are just going to keep using me as bait to catch all the bad guys. I don't know why I don't just enroll in the Miss World pageant and draw them all into one place?"

"Oh, I'd love to see you in a pageant."

She reached over and playfully hit his side. "Wait til I tell you what I'd do for the talent portion…" Waggling her eyebrows earned her a pinch on the side. "Don't worry, it requires an assistant. I'd bring you up as my oh-so-willing volunteer."

Bucky did his best to look stern, but couldn't hide his amusement. "You need to get some sleep." He laid down beside her, still rubbing her back as she batted her eyelashes at him.

Mila lowered her voice, biting the corner of her bottom lip. "I'd rather show you my talent."

The pair shared a light chuckle before Bucky got up to turn the lights off. "I saw it this morning. And last night. I'm highly impressed and would love to see it again, but you need to rest."

Rolling over onto her back, the dirty blonde let out a quiet sigh as the room went dark. "Okay, but only because I'm tired. I fully intend to ravish you soon enough." She felt him settle in next to her, taking her in his arms and holding her tightly.

"And I look forward to it." He placed a light kiss on her lips before she nuzzled into him.

That's it for now! Hope you enjoyed, drop a review! And remember to give a shoutout to my friend who helped immensely with this chapter!