This is a requested prompt, wanting a "mr. and mrs. Smith" spy situation, but since I've never seen the movie, I made it a CIA agent one. Enjoy!
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Was it possible to be completely enamored with a person's every movement?
Bucky was sure it was as he watched Ella's simple routine as she got ready. He, being male, had been finished getting ready for the night far sooner than her, so he sat in the armchair in their hotel room, whiskey in his hand, watching her like it was a show.
First, she elegantly twisted up her hair with practiced grace. Even the way she applied her makeup was like watching an artist paint, the confident stroke of the hand painting perfect red lips. He watched as she strapped on her heels, which made her legs look great. When she slipped into her shimmering, royal blue dress, the backless one with the slit on the right leg that Bucky loved. And finally, when she strapped her concealed pistol to her thigh.
It seemed she had finally noticed his gaze, even though she knew he was watching the entire time. Ella met his gaze, red lips curling into a smirk.
"Should you be drinking right before a job?" she asked, reaching to the dresser and grabbing her earrings, putting them on as she crossed the room.
"It calms the nerves," Bucky replied, taking another sip.
"Does it?" Ella said, leaning over him in the seat, pressing her lips to his and using the momentary distraction to steal his drink from his hand. "Well, you're cut off for now," and although she said that, she finished the glass for herself and placed it on the bedside table.
Bucky stood from his chair, stopping before Ella who reached out and fiddled with his tie.
"So, where does your brother think we are?" he asked.
"Somewhere on the coast, sitting in the sun on the beach for a week," she explained.
"Are you ever going to tell him you're a field agent?"
"Eventually," Ella said. "When I'm positive he won't have a heart attack,"
She had told her brother, Steve, half the truth. He knew that she worked with the CIA, but he thought she worked a desk job, when she was actually in the field. Bucky had known Steve for almost his entire life, and knew that if he did know what Ella actually did on a daily basis, he would indeed have a heart attack. Steve knew the true extent of Bucky's job, however, which was the same as Ella's.
Steve didn't go into the CIA, he wasn't smooth talking, he was more of an action man, going into the army and quickly working his way up the ranks, which gave Ella plenty to worry about. Sometimes, she just longed to tell Steve everything just so he could feel some of the anxiety she did.
"Let's get going," Ella said, grabbing her coat.
Bucky complied, standing and grabbing his jacket off the bed. "You have the invites?"
She reached into her clutch and produced two invitations decorated in swirling print that stated the time and location of the gala that they would be attending. "Yup. Let's go before we pass the fashionably late mark,"
They left their room, the car that they had rented already waiting outside for them. The valet went to hand the keys to Ella, but Bucky snatched it up before they landed in Ella's palm.
"Will you ever let me drive for once?" she asked.
"Have you seen this car?" Bucky said with a laughed, running a hand over the hood of the sleek and expensive sports car. "You can be the getaway driver,"
Ella rolled her eyes as he opened the passenger door for her to slip inside. "We won't need a getaway driver. It's a standard intel retrieval, we'll be able to walk right out."
"That's what you said last time and yet we ran out the door with bullets flying everywhere," Bucky started the car, which roared to a start.
"And whose fault was that?" Ella questioned.
"I didn't know he was the boss! He was staring at your ass, what was I supposed to do?"
"I showed you his picture before we got there and then you picked a fight! It was your fault his body guards starting firing!"
Bucky groaned. "Okay, show me the picture of the guy having the party again so I remember,"
Ella grabbed her phone, quickly typing until the pulled up the information they had gotten before the assignment. "Brock Rumlow, forty five years old, head of HYDRA industries. Believed to be making illegal arms deals with oversea parties."
She held the phone to show Bucky the few photos she had from the preliminary surveillance that had been done.
"See that face?" Ella asked, pointing at the image. "Remember that face. Do not try and punch this guy,"
Bucky examined the man. He was significantly younger than the last man, taller and obviously stronger. The last man had been a short, older man and Bucky hadn't actually punched him but gave him a small shove, which drew far too much attention to him and Ella and led to a shootout.
"I'll try my hardest this time," Bucky told her.
They arrived to the party after a short time. Ella contacted HQ and told them that they were about to enter the building, which she had the blueprints for on her phone. She quickly studied them so she knew where to head the moment she needed to go.
They could see the lights of the manor before the came up to it, lighting up the dark night sky and drowning up the lights from the stars. There was a steady stream of cars leading up the neatly paved road, through the front gates, all the way to the front doors, where a small army of valets were rushing to park the cars of the finely dressed guests.
Almost before their car stopped, there was a young man dressed in a bland, black uniform opening the car door for Ella. Bucky tossed him the keys and went to Ella's side, holding out an arm for her to take. She placed her hand on his forearm, straightened his tie, and they walked inside.
Their trained eyes immediately scoped out the security. A few bulky bodyguards standing vigil outside the huge front doors. Probably had handguns concealed on their beings, nothing more within immediate reach of them. They didn't stir when Ella and Bucky walked past them, a good sign.
The main room was huge, filled with millions of dollars worth of jewels and clothing donning the guests. The ceiling was stunningly high, supported with large, white pillars. Someone grabbed Ella's coat, whisking it off to another room. A waitress floated by carrying a tray of champagne, which Ella quickly snatched.
"What happened to no drinking on the job?" Bucky murmured in her ear.
"I'm just trying to fit into the party scene," Ella told him. "We'll stick out if we don't have any drinks, I don't have to even drink any of it,"
"You're going to end up drinking some,"
"Of course I am, it's expensive champagne."
Bucky rolled his eyes softly as she took a small sip from the tiny glass. His eyes scanned the crowd, noting the eyes that glanced at them when they walked by.
"Maybe you should try to look less like a stunner when you come to these things," Bucky whispered. "It's not very inconspicuous,"
"They're not all looking at me," Ella said, noting two women with their eyes trailing Bucky. Ella looked at them sharply and they instantly adverted their gazes, looking down sheepishly. "Let's go mingle a bit,"
It wasn't as though Ella really wanted to talk with the people at the party, but it would be less suspicious if they played nice for a while before Ella would go off on her own in search for a laptop with all of the records of the illegal trades that would be enough to take down the industry.
They found a small group to join. Ella and Bucky could both be very charming when they wanted, but it was mostly filled with fake smiles and uncomfortable laughs that weren't noticed by the other guests because they had a bit too much to drink.
About half an hour into talking with a group of heiresses and businessmen, Ella announced she had to run to the restroom. She walked through the crowded halls, going over the map in her mind. Ella reached into her clutch and pulled out a small com, placing it in her ear.
"You hear me, Buck?"
"Loud and clear,"
Now that Ella was confident that she had communications set up, she was ready to search out what she wanted. She turned down a hall, which was eerily quiet compared to the sounds from the party. It was completely empty, the only sound the surrounded her was her heels on the marble.
She knew she was in the right hall, she couldn't recall which door led to the main office she needed to be in. She grabbed her phone and opened up the file, finding where she was and where she needed to be. It was right down the hall, she was nearly there-
"I don't think I know you,"
Ella froze in her spot. The voice came from behind her. She slowly turned, seeing the man she was sent here to investigate. Ella knew she was in a tough spot, so she turned on her charm, giving a tiny, coy smirk.
"I'm just somebody's plus one, no one important,"
Rumlow was wearing an expensive suit, maybe worth more than Ella's apartment. Although he could be seen as a handsome man, but there was something in his gaze that unnerved her.
"Lucky someone," the man said, straightening his tie.
"You're throwing a lovely party," Ella said.
"Is there a reason that you're over here, on your own?"
"Just looking for the ladies room," she said, which was her go-to lie when she was caught somewhere she shouldn't be. "Am I warm?"
"Almost burning hot," he said, almost sounding proud.
"Fucker," Bucky whispered into his cup from the middle of the party, hearing Rumlow over the com, flirting terribly with Ella.
"It's down there, to your left," Rumlow pointed. "I'll see you back at the party?"
"Of course," Ella smiled.
She went down to where he said the bathroom was, going inside but leaving the door cracked, watching the man retreat until she was alone again. She quickly exited the restroom and dashed across the hall to the office. She tried the knob, but it was locked, like she expected. The only problem was it didn't need a key, it was a finger print.
"Dammit," Ella breathed from under her breath.
"What is it?" Bucky asked over the com.
"Fingerprint scanner…" she paused, squatting down and looking at the pad. In the gleam of the light, she noticed the last finger used to unlock it had left a print. She scoffed under her breath. "Amateurs,"
She reached into her clutch, pulling out facial powder and tape. She dusted the powder over the scanner, which would stick to the oils the print left behind. She blew off the excess powder, before pressing the tape over it and rubbing over the print again.
"Please work, please work, please work…" she murmured. Then, her prayers were answered when a green light flashed and she was in.
"Ok, I'm in," Ella said to Bucky over the com, quickly shutting the door behind her.
It was a neatly put together office, a large shelf weighed down with books, no stray papers littering the desk, but the laptop she needed was sitting right in the center. Ella stood behind the desk and opened the laptop. It was locked, she didn't know the passcode and didn't have a sneaky trick to get in, but luckily for her, the brains back at HQ did. She had a flash drive in her purse, which, when she put it in the computer, had an algorithm to get through the security and instantly download all the files on the computer. She fit the flash drive into place, staring at the screen as it flashed and passed through the security. It only took a few seconds before the screen displayed that all the files had been downloaded.
"Got it," Ella whispered, removing the flash drive, happy that they had gotten through the assignment with minimal difficulties.
"Great job," Bucky said through the com.
Ella placed the flash drive into her clutch and crossed the room to the door, but before she could, it opened. She gasped and jumped back as it swung open, revealing the last person she wanted to see.
"I'm pretty sure I said to your left, not your right," Rumlow said, blocking the exit.
Ella shrugged, going on the defensive. "Did you? My mistake."
He looked unbelieving, which he was, reaching down and peeling off the piece of tape that was over the print scanner. "Dammit… the most expensive security system gets thwarted by some cheap trick," he crumpled it between his fingers and flicked it to the ground. "So, what are you? FBI, CIA, Bratva?"
"What are you talking about?" Ella tried to play dumb.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" he said bitterly, slamming the door behind him and stalking into the office.
Ella instinctively took a few steps back until her lower back was pressed against the desk.
"No!" Ella said quickly as he got in her face. He seemed confused at her reaction, blinking dumbly. "I think you're a dumbass,"
Before he could react, Ella grabbed her pistol from where she had concealed it, whipping it out and hitting Rumlow in the face with it, temporarily distracting him and allowing her to sprint through the door. She was halfway down the hall when someone rounding the corner, Ella raising her pistol in defense, but lowering just as quick when she saw it was Bucky.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "I heard everything over the coms,"
"I'm fine, but we need to go right now," Ella said, holding onto his arm and dragging him with her.
"Oh, so it's your fault this time when we're being shot at," Bucky said. "What did you do?"
"I punched him in the face. We're even now, lets go!"
They rushed through the party, getting stares for different reasons this time, pushing and shoving, all the while, Ella still held his pistol in one hand and her clutch in the other. The burst outside, but they didn't have time to wait for the valet to bring their car around. There was already a security team chasing after them, fighting through the sea of party-goers to get to them. Instead, they snatched the keys from the couple that had just arrived and booting them from their own car.
"I'm driving this time," Ella said, stealing the keys from Bucky's hand and sliding into the drivers seat.
Bucky couldn't argue. He said she could be the getaway driver. He slammed the door shut just as the first shot rang out, hitting the side of the car.
"Shit!" Bucky cursed. "Go!"
Ella slammed on the gas, the wheels screaming in protest against the paved road. She swerved around the few people in the way and went down the road, a bit faster than Bucky was comfortable with, fingers clenched around the handle.
He could hear a few more shots being fired after them, but not hitting anything.
"You drive way too fast," Bucky said through clenched teeth. "You're never driving again,"
Ella chuckled at his reaction. "We just need to get to the rendezvous point, pass off the intel-"
"And then what?" Bucky asked.
There was a large smile on her face. "And then we can actually get that place on the coast that I told my brother we're at."
Bucky nodded slowly. "Sounds good to me,"
Ella took a hand of the wheel and reached towards Bucky, intertwining her fingers with his. Although their job was crazy, it did come with some perks.
a/n
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