Chapter Nine: Crazy in Love

This Chapter Contains Adult Themes

They were in a bubble. A wonderful, happy, sex-filled bubble. It was as if they were on a honeymoon. It was fun, she'd never felt so close to someone. Hell, she'd never been so happy. When she woke up the morning after they first did the deed, she was terrified he'd tell her everything was a mistake.

He did the opposite.

"Good morning sweetheart." He stretched, kissing the back of her neck and squeezing her to his chest. Her legs were tangled with his and she squirmed at the ticklish sensation of his hair on her shoulders.

"Good morning. You hungry?" She yawned, sitting up.

"Mmm. A little." She squeaked when he tugged her back down. She was flat on her back and he was suddenly above her, a sly smirk on his face. "But that can wait. There are more important things on my mind." His hungry gaze tore through her inhibitions quickly, and he'd given her possibly the best morning she'd ever had.

After she was quite sated for the time being, he swaggered into the kitchen and began making her breakfast. Eggs, toast, bacon, orange juice, hell he'd even brewed a pot of coffee. She was content to lounge in bed and watch him, her stomach growling, appetite sufficiently worked to its peak with all the energy they had burned. He stalked across the small kitchen in just his tight boxer briefs, and she was happy to know that her first hypothesis of how he'd look in them was correct, though her imagination hardly did him justice. The glinting silver metal of his arm intrigued her brain, while the rest of his physique distracted her body. He was the best of both worlds for her. With past lovers she'd have to choose between the science and the sex, but with him she would always be straddling that line.

And straddle she did. After a whole day of holing up in the apartment with him, she was sufficiently too sore to go at it at the rate they had been. Of course he was more than accommodating, fucking her slowly, softly when she could hardly take the stimulation anymore. After one particularly rousing session against the countertop just after lunch, he'd had some sort of revelation.

"Oh my god. We haven't been using protection." Bucky collapsed into the kitchen chair, naked as the day he was born.

"It's okay, I have an implant." She dismissed his concerns.

"A what?" His brow furrowed. She explained the concept of an IUD to him, but let him know that they could use condoms as well if it would make him feel better. The smirk he'd given her caused her to shiver in anticipation.

"What?" She asked at the lecherous grin.

"I think not using them would make me feel a hell of a lot better than you'd think." And they were at it again. She thought after the first five times she'd get bored, or at least desensitized to his touch. But somehow it got better every time, to the point where it almost hurt not to be touching him.

The third day of their sexual escapades was the first time they decided to leave the apartment, if only to get dinner and buy groceries.

"So, what are we?" She asked as they slid into a booth in the pub they went to the first night they got together. After putting their food away, they went out for a bite.

"What do you mean?" He frowned at the menu. Her breath stuttered in her throat before she could decide what to say. What if he just wanted to be fuck buddies? She wasn't ready for a friends with benefits type of situation with a man she was half in love with.

"I-I mean, what are we doing?" She swallowed, hard. "With us? With our… relationship?" Suddenly very nervous, she took a huge swig of her ale.

"Donatella. I care about you. A lot." His blue eyes shone sincerely, and she relaxed at the tone he used. He seemed happy, and very open with her. "I want to be with you. It's not…" he struggled to find a word. "Conventional. We started this all off in a very confusing way…"

"Yeah, you could say that." She laughed easily. "So what exactly are you proposing?"

"I think we should be… steady with each other." He gave her the best term he could think of.

"So you want to be my person." Donatella smiled, heart fluttering.

"Your person?" He asked, seeming a bit confused.

"Yeah, my boyfriend, my lover, my significant other…" she gestured loosely at him. "My person." A slow grin broke out over his face.

"You're my person." He reached out, tugging a strand of her hair. She smiled back at him, leaning forward. The same waitress from the other day came to take their food orders, and they both smiled secretly at each other. He was her person now. Damn she could scream how happy she was through the whole bar. After their meal, she noticed that a karaoke stand was set up, and an old man climbed onto the makeshift stage to croon a broken English rendition of a Prince song.

"I love this song." She grinned to Bucky, and he rolled his eyes.

"It's terrible. It's so… new." He scoffed. She nearly spit out her drink when she laughed.

"Bucky this song came out over twenty years ago." She revealed, and he shot her a glare.

"I was born over eighty years ago." He retorted.

"Okay old man, keep it down." She joked, waving him to be quiet. "I love eighties music." She sighed happily.

"Get up there then." He nudged her. "Sing me an old song."

"God no! You know how bad of a singer I am." Don laughed, nudging him right back. "Besides, I thought we were supposed to lay low?"

"Nobody of importance is gonna think twice about a drunk woman singing in a bar." He deadpanned, taking another sip of his beer. She hesitated before slamming the rest of her drink down, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before rushing up to the stage. She selected "One Way or Another" by Blondie. Technically it came out in the seventies, but as long as it was before she was born she didn't really care.

"This one goes out to my person." She announced into her mic, speaking in Italian to hopefully throw Bucky off. But by the way he smirked at her, she realized the damn man could speak Italian. That little son of a- her thought process cut off while the song began, and she belted it out, giving the best performance of her life. It was fun, so much more fun than she thought it would be. The way he looked at her from the back of the bar, the way his eyes followed her, she felt confident, sexy, and she gave it all she had, and thought that as soon as she was done she was going to whisk him back to their bed and have her way with him. The rush she felt would hopefully carry her confidence into the sack. When her song finished she stumbled off the stage laughing, a smattering of weak applause going through the bar. She knew she wasn't good, but as long as she had fun she really didn't care. She practically skipped towards Bucky with a large grin.

"Bravo." he lightly clapped his gloved hands together. She leaned over him, brushing her lips over the shell of his ear.

"What do you say we get out of here?" she breathed in Italian, nearly straddling him in the booth, and one of his hands gripped the outside of her thigh. He squeezed, hard, and she stepped back so he could stand, his lips ghosting over hers. She stumbled backwards with a grin, tugging him by the lapels of his jacket. He smirked, spinning her around and nudging her out of the pub. She laughed loudly in the dark empty streets. He shushed her with a chuckle, but she turned with a grin and pressed him up against the brick wall of a closed building. Her lips pressed against his, and she pushed herself closer, her arms wrapping around his neck as she whimpered with pleasure. His tongue slipped between her lips, his hands roaming to her waist and gripping tightly. She shivered at the touch, and he pulled away panting.

"Let's hurry back." he nudged her back again, and they rushed home, pausing for a heavy pet down once more before they made it back. Once again they struggled to get the door open without having to stop touching each other, their lips frantic against each other. Donatella kissed her way down his sharp jaw down his neck, and he groaned, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open. She spun them around so she was the one leading them and she kicked the door shut behind her. She pushed away from him for a moment, shucking her jacket and her sweater as he quickly did the same. Once her shoes were off, she pressed her lips against his again. She managed to shimmy out of her pants while guiding him backwards towards the bed, and his fingers deftly unhooked her bra, nearly tearing it off of her.

She shoved him onto his back, causing his eyes to widen with surprise as he fell onto the bed. Their normal roles had been reversed. His golden skin shone in the moonlight, his piercing blue eyes peered up at her through long dark lashes. God, he was beautiful. She crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and grinding down as she pressed kisses to his neck. He gave a low moan, moving his hips in tandem with hers. Donatella peppered kisses down his chest, licking her way down his body. She pressed a soft kiss just under his navel, and he groaned, reaching down to yank her back up, capturing her lips in a forceful kiss. Her chest slid against his, and she gasped at the sensation of his hard, thick body beneath hers. She ground against him again, sliding her tongue against his to capture his taste. It was kind of sloppy, she had to admit, but her blood roared in her ears at being the one on top, the one in control. She lifted herself off of him for a moment to rid them of their underwear before settling back on top of him. She lined him up with her entrance and deftly slid him inside of her.

That night she kept the control, she held her own fate in her hands for the first time since she'd met him. No, for the first time in her life she was branching out and holding her own. No fail-safes, not depending on anyone to get her where she wanted to go. No, she was in charge. She led him over the edge. She was exactly where she belonged.

But of course she was bound to lose that control.

The next morning she turned on the radio, Bucky liked listening to the news to keep tabs in case anyone was looking for them. So far, there had been nothing. But when he paled and turned the volume up, she knew something was very, very wrong.

"Pack your stuff. Now." he said roughly. She fumbled with the dish she had been washing.

"Wh-what? Why, what's wrong?" she set it down, wiping her hands on a dry cloth.

"There's been… a bombing. Early this morning. They're saying I did it." he revealed, grabbing his pack of clothes and slinging it over his shoulder. He was dressed in his red henley, which would not be great for blending in, but they didn't have any time to change. She slipped on a pair of pants, but left her lavender t-shirt as it was, slipping her parka on.

"Well, it wasn't you. I know it wasn't you, there's no way the charge could hold up in court. You have an eyewitness." she shook her head, zipping up her duffel and tightening the strap across her body. He shook his head.

"Your word won't hold up against them. They'll probably say I brainwashed you. Or…. even think you were an accomplice." he swallowed, hard. "Our best chance is to run until we can't anymore." he walked up to her, placing his hand against her cheek. "I promise I'm going to keep you safe. Okay?" she nodded, leaning into his touch. His head snapped up, and he rushed to pull her to the back wall, pressing them against it as the door opened. She heard it lock, and someone stepped out, going right past them towards the kitchen. Bucky held his finger to his lips, but made no motion that signified the person was a threat. It was a man, as tall and big as Bucky, wearing a deep blue suit with a matching helmet.

He held a shield in his left hand, and she almost sagged in relief when she realized it was Captain America. The man who was trying to help Bucky. Probably one of the only other people on his side. She tried to step forward to greet him in relief, but Bucky pulled her back into the bathroom, holding them behind the door as the Captain glanced over the bed. He turned back around, picking up Bucky's journal. He flipped through a few pages, and Bucky quietly stepped forward, approaching him from behind. She stayed close behind him, peeking out to see what would happen. She gripped his hand tightly, nervous for what would happen next. There was a muffled sound of some sort of comms system that she heard from the Captain's direction.

"Understood." he replied to the mystery voice. Understood what? What was happening, was he apprehending them alone? Was he taking them in? She didn't have much more time to ponder, as the Captain turned to face them at last. "You know me?" he asked Bucky, setting the book on the table and giving her a wary, confused glance. His eyes flickered over their intertwined hands, and she pressed herself closer into Bucky's side.

"You're Steve." Bucky answered quietly. The Captain seemed to lose some tension when he said that. "I read about you in a museum." Bucky glanced down. Don frowned, she knew that Bucky remembered some things about him. But… maybe he didn't want to give Steve any false hope. The Captain slowly took a step towards them, and she squeezed his hand, hoping to keep him calm.

"I know you're nervous." the Captain glanced at her again, but she knew he wasn't addressing her. "You have plenty of reason to be." Steve sighed at Bucky, but stopped a safe distance. "But you're lying." he accused, and Bucky tensed, his fingers gripping hers much harder than a moment ago. She wiggled her hand and he loosened the grip, but his jaw stayed clenched.

"I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore." he pursed his lips, challenging his old friend to not believe him. She heard the tinny voice from Steve's headset again, and he glanced towards the covered window warily.

"Well the people who think you did are coming here now." Steve stepped forward again with his warning. She bit her lip, looking up to Bucky with dread pooling in her stomach. How close? She wanted to ask. How long before she lost everything? "They're not planning on taking you alive." once again, his eyes fell on her, pity in his gaze. Was she going to die? Honestly, if they killed Bucky… it was pathetic, but she wouldn't want to live in a world where he didn't exist. She depended too strongly on him now.

"That's smart." Bucky gave a sharp nod. "Good strategy." his lips parted as he took in a nervous breath, footsteps now on the ceiling. A whimper bubbled in her throat, but she strangled it down, keeping as quiet as possible. She heard more people climbing the staircase, and she swallowed hard.

"This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck." Steve pleaded. Bucky let go of her hand, shaking his head as he reached to take off his gloves. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was really done for in this moment.

"It always ends in a fight." he sighed, dropping the gloves and turning to face her. A soft smile grazed his features, but he dropped it quickly.

"You pulled me from the river." Steve no longer attempted to be quiet. "Why?" his eyes demanded answers. He pleaded with his friend, and even though she knew she was probably going to get torn to pieces in the fray in a few minutes, she pitied the Captain for not being able to have the one person who mattered most to him.

"I don't know." Bucky revealed, and she frowned, knowing what he was doing. He wasn't going to budge with him. He couldn't bear to disappoint Steve with who he had become.

"Yes you do." Steve challenged, and they held eye contact for a millisecond before the window broke, something round flying in. The two men turned towards the object, and Steve batted it away with his shield, a flash bang exploding against the wall. Some sort of pipe bomb fell into the apartment next, and she felt like everything moved in slow motion. She tried moving backwards, but it was delayed. Bucky's actions were much quicker, he kicked the object towards Steve and the Captain flipped his shield over, blocking the blast with the surprisingly tough shield. Bucky knocked her to the ground as something began to bang against the door, and he flipped the mattress up as cover as something blasted the windows in.

"Stay close!" he ordered, flipping the table across the room, causing it to wedge in front of the door in a makeshift barricade. She scrambled to her feet as two soldiers swung in through the broken windows. Bucky went to work taking one down, and Steve managed to knock the other one to the ground without harming him. She jumped out of the way of any fighting, confused as to which side Steve was on when the soldier he was supposed to be covering started shooting. Bucky knocked her behind his body, striding forwards and making quick work of knocking out the special forces soldier. The balcony door broke open and her mouth dried, she scrambled to get out of the line of fire. Steve ripped the gun out of the man's hands, but Bucky came forward and knocked him out.

"Bucky, stop!" Steve commanded, and he whirled on his old friend. "You're gonna kill someone!" he warned, and Bucky knocked him to the ground, breaking his hand through the floorboards to pull a bag she'd never seen out.

"I'm not gonna kill anyone." he replied, standing and tossing the bag out the breached balcony door. She jumped as she heard gunshots from a new shooter, and Bucky leaped in front of her, shielding her with his arm. Steve quickly took over, pushing her behind his signature shield, but Bucky used his friend as a projectile, tossing Steve into the gunman and knocking both of them outside. Another soldier appeared, and Bucky held his palm straight out, stopping each shot as he approached. He used his arm to knock the man into their shelves, but the man didn't stay down. She shrieked as he got up, but Bucky grabbed a cinderblock and smashed the soldier into the bathroom, where he crumpled and didn't get up.

She jumped three feet in the air when loud gunshots came from outside the door, and her mouth dried when she realized they were shooting their way in. Bucky, however, didn't let them get the chance, as he strode forward and punched directly through the door, knocking at least one person back. He broke the rest of the door down, and she kept a safe distance as he knocked the special forces out on the other side. A man broke through the skylight in the stairwell, firing at Bucky, but it took him only a few seconds to take that one out too. She jumped into the hallway, pressing herself into the corner behind Bucky as he grabbed the battering ram and wielded it like some brass knuckles or something, taking down anyone who came at him with one blow. Bucky glared down the stairwell, seeing more people coming, and he turned to her with a frown.

"Jump on my back now." he ordered, and she did as he asked, not daring to ask any questions. The situation seemed more of an act now or you'll die sort of thing, so as soon as she was secured piggyback, he jumped onto the man who had rappeled down earlier and used his rig to swing down a flight. He dropped on a few men, successfully taking them out, and she scrambled off him. When one soldier grabbed her arm she shrieked, elbowing him in the face. He fell back, clutching his nose with a wail, and Bucky gave her a small ghost of a smirk before his attention was taken by three more men attacking him. Steve dropped down next to him, and when Bucky tossed a man over the side of the stairs, he reached out and plucked him from the air like he was a pillow. He held him up and gave his old friend an exasperated look.

"Come on, man." he chastised him, tossing the soldier into the wall as Bucky gave a nonchalant look before knocking another soldier upside the head. Bucky turned to her, not even using words this time as he somehow tucked her under his arm and grabbed the railing, ripping half of it out of the ground and using it to swing down another level like tarzan. He used both feet to knock another soldier through a door and leapt into the hopefully abandoned apartment. Jumping back out, he kept her tucked under his arm, fighting with his metal arm as he held her close to him. She could sense that the position was working for him, as the soldiers were confused as to what role she played and were hesitant to land a blow on him lest they hurt her. After cracking a few skulls, he looked up to Steve, whose shield was stuck in the wall a floor above. Bucky then approached the railing and looked down.

"Bucky, don't you dare ju-" her warning cut off in a scream as he vaulted over the edge. They gained way too much speed way too fast, and her arms wrapped around his neck tighter than she'd ever had to hold on to anything in her life. Bucky let out a cry of pain when he halted their descent by grabbing onto another portion of railing, much further down than they'd been before. She thought she was going to throw up, and he tossed her onto the landing before climbing over the railing next to her. "Never fucking do that again." she wheezed, bending over with her hands on her knees.

"I'm sorry." he sighed, picking her up with both arms and making her wrap her arms and legs around him.

"What the fuck-" she was cut off again as he kicked down a door.

"Hang on tight." he warned before taking off down the hallway and out the balcony door. They were in yet another free-fall, and she was too terrified to even breathe. He braced her safely in his arms before landing onto the building next to their dingy apartment complex, tucking and rolling across the roof. He righted them quickly, picking up the pack he'd thrown out the window before turning to her. "Follow close behind, try to keep up please." she nodded, and he began a dead sprint across the roof. They didn't make it far before she saw a shadow approaching Bucky, and she ducked with a scream as a man in a black catsuit tackled him to the ground. He had dropped his bag, so she picked it up and took cover behind an air return duct on the roof.

They exchanged blows, but the man in the cat costume had some deadly looking claws that caused her to bite down hard on her lip in fear. She tasted blood in her mouth, but couldn't stop gnawing on her lip as she watched the fight. She looked up as a helicopter approached, and ducked with a scream when it began to spray bullets over the rooftop. She felt one graze her shin, but she had to ignore it for the time being as she scrambled for better cover. Steve jogged up on the roof, and a man in some sort of bird suit contraption took the helicopter by its tail and swung it off into another direction. She scrambled backwards, tossing Bucky his bag as the man in the cat suit was distracted for a moment. She felt something grab her by the arms, two hands gripping her by the biceps and a scream tore from her throat as the bird suit man from before lifted her in the air. He must have been the one who was communicating with Steve before, as he spoke into his comms system.

"I've got the girl, I'm bringing her down away from the fight." he said, and she heard a tinny voice reply as she struggled to get free from his grasp.

"Bucky!" she screamed, and his head whipped up, eyes turning to steel as he saw her predicament. She thrashed in the guy's grip, but they gained height quickly, and she wasn't quite sure where she was anymore. He was zooming over the rooftoop and she saw the three men jump down, the cat chasing after Bucky, Steve following close behind. "Bring me back to Bucky!" Donatella shouted at the bird man.

"Shut up for a second, okay? We're trying to keep your boy safe." he retorted, and she went limp in his grip. "Hang on tight, we're going into that tunnel." he adjusted her so she could hang on around his neck, and she gripped on tightly as he banked downwards. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the crashing and crunching noises of vehicles made her stomach twist with worry. When the bird man jolted and cursed, she noticed that they had picked up a hitchhiker. She screamed as the cat guy clung to birdman's leg, and she kicked him in the head, dazing him for a moment as there was a large explosion ahead. Birdman stopped flying, his wings flapping out to halt them in thin air, and catman went flying through the explosion. Steve came tumbling out of a car and she lost sight of Bucky through the dust. "You know, having an extra set of legs could come in handy. Thanks for knocking a good one into kitty cat's head." he gently dropped to the ground, and she let go with a gasp, stumbling down onto her hands and knees.

"I fucking hate my life." she gasped, getting back up onto her feet shakily. The sirens had caught up to them, and they'd landed just on the other side of the explosion. She stumbled forwards on weak legs, walking through the settling dust to see Bucky getting forced to the ground. He stared blankly ahead and she felt a sob bubble in her throat.

"I'm Sam, by the way. You?" her somewhat savior asked.

"Donnie." she replied blankly as she watched Bucky get arrested. More soldiers surrounded them, nudging them at gunpoint towards the rest of the group. She felt numb. She didn't even feel her leg gushing blood, or her aching shoulder from their rooftop tumble, or the strain in her arms from being carried through the air. She didn't feel the wrenching motion of her hands being pulled behind her back, or the cold barrel of a gun against her side, or even the tears dripping down her face. All she could see was her failure, surrounded without a chance of escape. If Bucky didn't have to worry about her, if she was able to fight with him, maybe he would have been able to get out of this situation. Bucky was being tied up right in front of her and she couldn't do a fucking thing to help him.

"I'm sorry, Donnie. We failed." Sam said to her. She felt her lips quirk up into a humorless smile.

"No, you didn't. I did."

So unfortunately it's finally time to get down to business. If anyone didn't realize yet, this story starts just before Captain America: Civil War, and so now we're finally getting to be introduced to some new characters. It's been mainly my own storyline so far, but now comes the challenge of making my OC fit into the MCU. Thanks for all the follows, favorites, and comments on this story so far! You guys are a dream.

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