Request: 12, 26, & 50 with Bucky

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"Why does anyone have to be naked for this mission? Why can't I just wear normal people clothes?"

Bucky chuckles at your grumbling. Both of your backs are turned to each other as you change for the mission. It was an undercover op at a casino, and your usual SHIELD gear wasn't going to cut it. You were going to have to play the part of Bucky's arm-candy.

And you hated it.

"You're not naked, you're wearing a skimpy dress. Different thing. And It's just for the mission, Doll," he tells you, changing into a dress shirt. "It'll be over before you know it, and then we can start shooting people."

You slip into the piece of fabric you'd hardly call a "dress" and cock your gun, placing it on your thigh holster. "That's fucking good, 'cause apparently," you break into a forced laugh, "I've been buying the wrong underwear! Apparently all these women wear is a thong! Have you ever worn one of those, Barnes? Have you?"

Bucky laughs louder, shaking his head as you turn to each other, fully clothed and ready to step out of the hotel bedroom ready for the mission. "Can't say I have."

When you turn around in your dress, you see Bucky glance you over. "Eyes off, soldier," you mutter to him, eyes averting his. "We're profes--"

You don't get a chance to finish. Bucky leans down and captures your lips with his, staying there only a brief moment before he pulls back. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't intend to kiss you. It's just..."

You shake your head, giving him a smile. "It's okay. I've kinda wanted you to for a long time."

"You did?" he smirks. You nod, and you both move closer. "Well, in that case..." He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in, and kissing you again.