Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 2] Undercover (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

So far, things were going smoothly.

Your fake identities and forged invitations didn't even raise a hair of suspicion on the way in.

And now, the both of you are beginning to mingle with the party-goers, not straying too far from one another.

"There is not a single person here that matches our guy's description!" You mutter low enough for just Bucky to hear as you lean into his side, your arms entwined.

"I haven't seen anyone yet, either," He mumbles in reply, guiding you both in the direction of the bar on the far side of the lavish, ballroom style foyer everyone is crowded in.

Pristine, white pillars, decorated with accents of gold, rise past the crowd of people gathered in one area, the ceiling adored with beautiful designs.

It almost looks like some sort of mansion out of Ancient Rome or something.

"You think he managed to buy such a swanky place like this with his blood-money?" You muse softly once more as both you and your Partner take a seat beside each other on two vacant bar stools, swiftly ordering drinks.

"Nothing too strong for me please," You smile falsely at the bartender behind the counter who just laughs.

"What? Don't want to have a little fun tonight?" He chides, raising an eyebrow suggestively, causing you to scoff.

"Not particularly in the context you're implying," You retort as a drink is placed in front of you and the man resumes his work, tending to another set of dark suit clad newcomers at the bar.

Now it's Bucky's turn to laugh lightly, his gaze wandering over your still slightly aggressive form.

"You handled that well," He notes with a smirk, taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes not leaving you. "I'm impressed, actually."

"Well then, James, it certainly doesn't take much to impress you."

Your Partner's smirk instantly vanishes and is instead replaced by a frown, though his gaze finally shifts away from you.

The pair of you drink in silence, keeping an eye out for anyone who fit the description of the so called 'Yakov Valdez.'

The entire mood in the room shifts abruptly as a pair of doors you hadn't noticed before are whisked open, a seemingly familiar looking figure stepping out onto the balcony overlooking the party area.

Brown hair... two girls on his arms... stocky build...

"Buck, that's-" You scramble to begin, turning hurriedly to face your Partner, though his rigid, thoughtful expression is tell-tale enough that he saw the same thing you just did.

"That's him alright," He replies, tone sounding almost darker than normal as the glass that had been in his grasp is harshly set down against the marble bar behind him. "Let's-"

However, before Bucky can finish his sentence, a new, much louder and upbeat sounding tune begins to play from the live band sitting off to the corner of the room.

"Go," You finish for him, taking his outstretched, gloved hand in yours as you begin to make your way through the now thickly crowded dance floor.

People of all ages are dancing in time with the musical tune filtering through the air, but Bucky continues to pull you forward with him, dodging dancers as you go.

Every now and then, you'd find yourself pressed up against his chest to avoid being trampled by someone who just about collided into you.

Followed shortly by a slight glare from Bucky, towards the individual who nearly hit you.