Marvel Imagines

Could Be Worse (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

The mission was fairly simple.

Get in, schmooze with some folks, spot your target, get out and get back to the "safe house" to report.

However, when you and your Partner, the former HYDRA assassin they called The Winter Soldier, made it to the destination clearly stated on your phone's small screen, the pair of you can't help but exchange looks of bewilderment.

It's a motel.

Small, appearing to be on the rough side.

It is located in the lower-life area of Moscow, so it seems to fit the bill.

"Well," You begin, standing outside in the snow, once more exchanging a glance of confusion with the man beside you. "This certainly just got interesting."

He just chuckles, beginning towards the main doors of the building, leaving you behind in the wake of his long strides.

"Hey, a halfway decent roof over my head is enough for me," Bucky shrugs as you scramble to keep up with him, passing through the door he so graciously opens for you.

"Fair enough," You murmur, walking up to the reception desk with a forced broad smile as you near. "We'd like to check-in please?"

The older woman behind the counter raises her head from the newspaper she'd been previously reading, tired eyes peering through the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

"Last name?" She replies dryly, surprisingly in rather fluent English.

"Bychkov," Your Partner butts in before you can even formulate your own answer, a practiced accent ringing in his tone.

"First name?"

You purse your lips as you cast a glance towards the man at your side, unsure of which one of your fake identities whoever booked you and he into this place would have used.

"Natalia," You burst, your own attempt at a Russian accent sounding much worse than Bucky's as you recount your undercover name. "Natalia Bychkov."

Clicking a few keys on her keyboard, the woman behind the desk in front of you clicks her tongue, swiveling in her chair towards a rather ancient looking filing cabinet.

"You two are room 56. Go down the left hallway when you leave here," She instructs, placing a room key in front of you, your Partner quickly snatching it up before you.

Resisting the urge to protest, you bite back a sigh as you nod your thanks to the woman and follow after the man who had already stormed out of the foyer and down the hall.

"Dimitri," You call after him, using his own false identity before you hastily scan the area around you before using his actual name. "Bucky!"

"What?" He hisses, stopping in his tracks to turn and glare at you.

You, however, continue to march up to him until your both standing face-to-face.

"Oh boy, you're good, aren't you?" You sneer angrily, jabbing a finger against his chest. "You're really slipping into your role quite easily. Or is this how you act all the time? I guess we'll never know!"

Bucky just scowls at you, grabbing your hand from his chest and twisting your arm, shoving you against the wall.

"Just shut it," He growls, loosening his grip as you turn back around to face him, disapproval evident on your features. "You already know how I feel about this mission, so just shut up!"

Your gazes meet in a glare, both of you scowling at each other.

"We should get to our room, then."