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"Dark Rogue, Sergeant Barnes, what's your status?" Captain America's voice calls out through the coms.

You grunt, flipping a guard over your shoulder and quickly knock him out. Bucky, your mission partner; takes out the last of the guards with the force of his "enhanced" arm. He doesn't even break a sweat while you are leaning against the wall breathing hard.

"All clear, Fourth floor secure Captain." You respond, panting.

"Good… Head up to the roof and keep a look out."

"Roger."

You and Bucky take off to the roof and make quick work of anyone you come across until you are up on the roof, surveying the area.

"Clear."

"Clear."

"Rogers, we're in position, its quiet here." Bucky relays the information to Steve, voice stern and in full Sergeant mode.

A shiver runs down your spine hearing Bucky speak with such control, body ridged and alert. The plates in his metal arm whirling to life, shifting and flexing with his movements. You bit you lower lip, leaning against the wall as you watch his every movement. Bucky pauses his pacing when he feels your eyes on him and smirks.

Strutting, he makes his way towards you and in a heartbeat; he has you pinned against the wall and his lips attacking yours in a heat filled kiss. His hands going right to your hips and lifting you up; you're legs wrap around his waist, hands tangling in his soft locks. You moan into the kiss, tugging at his hair.

Lost in the kiss, you barely notice Bucky removing your coms so no one can hear you.

Bucky's mouth moves from your lips to your neck, causing you to tilt your head to give him better access, "Fuck… Sergeant…"

Bucky growls into your neck at the use of his official title, giving your ass a harsh squeeze then massaging gently, "Damn Doll… Look so sexy in your suit, those fucking shorts. God that ass…"

You whimper feeling his hands on your ass, "Bucky… Please…"

He nips at your ear, "Call me Sergeant. Love how my name sound on your lips."

"Sergeant… Fuck me…" you whisper breathlessly.

Bucky groans at your words, feeling torn between wanting to take his time with you, worship your body the way you deserve or just pounding into you and saving the save that worship for later.

"Sergeant! Please…" you beg, burying your head in his neck, sucking on the exposed skin.

"Fuck Doll… we gotta be quick, I'll take my time with you later."

You nod, licking a strip up his neck to press your lips to his once more. There was nothing gentle or romantic about this kiss. It's a kiss full of need and desperation, a kiss that leaves you completely breathless.

You pull back and move your hand down to cup his cock through his pants, "Sergeant please… I need you. Romance me later, fuck me now!"

The was the final straw for Bucky and he wastes no time stripping off the shorts to your uniform and pushing his pants down just enough to release his throbbing cock. He lifts one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. Using his left hand, he slides two fingers over your slit, spreading your juices over your cunt, making sure you're wet enough.

You let out a low mewl of pleasure feeling the coolness of his metal fingers on your hot cunt.

"Fuck Serg, love your fingers… metal fingers. B-but, ne-need your cock! Fuck me!"

He pecks your lips, "As you wish,"

Bucky slowly slides his cock deep in your pussy, making you whine and buck at the stretch.

"Hell Doll, so damn tight around me. Fuck!"

Bucky slams into you, finding a rhythm that has you both seeing stars. Your fingers pull at his hair, hips meeting his every thrust.

"Harder… fuck me hard Sergeant…" you pant, nipping at his lip.

Bucky let out a low growl, hooking both of your legs over his arms and pounds into you with lost abandon.

"This what you want? Huh? Dirty little girl begging to be fucked up here on a roof where any minute a member of our team or the enemy could catch up."

"Y-yes! Fuck me Sergeant! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God! Bucky!"

You throw your head back, a loud shriek escapes your lips as your orgasm rips through your body. Your cunt convulses around Bucky's cock, triggering his own release.

"Fuck!"

His thrusts become irregular, his cock twitching and you feel his cum coating your inner walls.

"Oh God… Bucky…"

Bucky's thrusts slowly come to a stop and he rests his head on your shoulder as he lowers. His cock slips out of you with the mixture of your release running down your leg. You keep your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, holding on to him for dear life and stay that way for a short while to recover from your orgasm.

"W-We should probably ch-check in with t-the others…" you say, finally having regained your breath.

Bucky nods against your shoulder, "Yeah, you're… you're right."

Slowly, you find the strength back in your legs and the two of you re-dress and get your clothed situated before putting the coms back in your ears.

"SERGEANT BARNES! DARK ROGUE! DO YOU COPY?!" Steve screams in the coms.

You wince at the volume of his voice.

"Ow, damn Punk. Watch the yell." Bucky replies.

You can hear the anger in Steve's voice as he speaks through clenched teeth, "Jet… Now!"

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! We thought something had happened you, no one could reach you! The fuck were you doing?!"

Steve screams at you both the moment you arrive at the jet. Bucky smirks at his lifelong friend,

"Well Pal, you kind of answered your own question."

Bucky takes your hand and guides you back on the jet leaving Steve, Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Natasha gaping in shock.

"Did they…?"

"Did he mean that…?"

"They didn't really…."

"B-but they wouldn't…right?"

" They fucked on the roof."