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Why did you hide your relationship with Bucky from everyone?
Well, it wasn't meant to be a secret at first. It kind of just happened. There never was a good time to say it to others. Did they really have to know about the two of you? Was that so important?
Nah. Maybe later.
It was fun and exciting at times sneaking around others. Stealing kisses while no one was looking, accidental touches, longing looks at long missions when there was no alone time, no place to be together. The thrilling sensation of getting caught was always present. You wanted to see with how much you could get away before anyone caught on to what was going on between the two of you.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Now it felt a little too late to say anything at all.
Fuck.
You're sitting in the briefing. Steve is talking about the next missions. You start feeling bored. Bucky is sitting right next to you, slumped in his chair, chin resting on his hand that's placed on the armrest, eyes slowly falling shut.
You place your hand on Bucky's thigh. He feels your touch and glances at you with caution. You act like nothings happening, keeping your head straight and listening to what Steve had to say about the next job.
"It's going to be easy, like a walk in a park," Steve assures.
The warmth radiating from your hand distracts Bucky, even through the material of his pants he can feel it. If that wasn't enough you start tracing circles on his thigh. He can't think straight. He shifts in his chair, checking if others had noticed anything.
They haven't. Sam is on his phone. Natasha flips through the papers in a yellow manila folder that Steve had given her, her feet crossed up on the table. Tony is slumped all the way back in his chair, arms folded on his chest, sunglasses hiding his eyes...is he sleeping? Looks like someone had a long night.
"Romanoff, you're meeting with Barton in Berlin, he's already there," Steve instructs. "You have all the necessary information in the folder I gave you."
"Can someone give me a lift?" Nat asks.
"Sure. Me, Sam and Bucky, were meeting by the quinjet in half an hour."
"What about me?" You ask.
"Sorry, not this time. You can get some rest." Steve says. "And do I have to remind you I'm still waiting for your report?" He arches a brow.
"But Steve-" You protested.
"Finish report and maybe you can come next time." He gathers all the documents placing them back in the folder.
"What about Tony? I'm sure he also doesn't want to stay behind."
