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Bucky'd been fidgety throughout the debriefing with Fury, even if he hadn't moved a muscle as he listened to the mission -- another HYDRA target, smaller, on a remote island in the Pacific. Not the usual setup, which made him uneasy from the get-go. But there was something else, something nagging at him, something in Fury's tone that told him there was more to this mission than he was willing to divulge. It wasn't a surprise. Fury might not be HYDRA, but in some ways his methods were so similar that it felt like being back there anyway. He definitely believed in the need to know principle, and obviously he didn't feel like they needed to know whatever it was he was holding back. His gaze darted to Steve, wondering if he'd picked up on it, too.

But if Steve had, his expression didn't betray his thoughts.

He pressed his lips together as they were dismissed, Fury addressing him as the others agents involved in the mission filtered out of the room. "Barnes. Hang back a minute."

And there it was, he thought, meeting Steve's eyes only briefly before lingering as Fury requested. One the door was shut again, the other man turned to study him.

"You have a different mission while they're disabling all of HYDRA's operating systems and containing the operatives."

Bucky studied him just as intently, his voice flat when he responded. "Who'm I eliminating?"

If Fury was surprised by his response, he gave nothing away. "Your target is Katya Belyakov."

"Who is she?" His voice was wary.

"You sure you wanna know the details, Barnes?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"If you're asking me to murder someone, yes," Bucky said, jaw tightening.

Fury regarded him for a long moment. "Essentially, she's the of the most dangerous people in the galaxy. Mind control abilities that she's utilized to force others to commit her dirty work. She's likely being accompanied by a former SHIELD operative who turned out to be moonlighting for HYDRA, Grant Ward. I'd prefer him to remain alive. He's got a lot to answer for."

Every muscle in Bucky's body tensed at the information about Belyakov, but also the name Grant Ward, his stomach turning in recognition.

"Ah. See you're familiar with him then."

"Unfortunately," Bucky responded stiffly, struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm assuming this isn't an optional mission." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"You knew when you signed the dotted line that there's no such thing here, Barnes. Is there a problem? Or do I need to go over the fine print of your contract to refresh your memory?"

Fuck you, he thought. "No, Sir. Am I free to go?"

"You're dismissed."

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An hour later, he was suited up in his tac gear, breathing steady and even despite the wild pounding of his heart as he boarded the quinjet with a team he didn't know or trust, and the only person on the earth he truly did.

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[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“Adorable,” Steve said, voice as dry as the Sahara. He let the gown fall off his arm and rubbed his own cheek, just for a moment—as if to chase Bucky’s touch.

“It doesn’t really matter,” he said. “Even at my best, I’m rarely stylish.”

He resisted the urge to cover himself when Bucky turned around and just held out his good hand for his underwear.

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He grinned at Steve's reaction, but shook his head a little. "You always look good to me," he responded off-handedly, holding out the boxers, and resisting the urge to look down and rake his gaze over the other's naked body.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

The moment was charged enough that Steve really couldn’t shake the pink off of his cheeks—even though Bucky was right, of course. They’d seen each other naked all the time. It felt different, right now. More intimate and with new context.

Steve fussed with the boxers a little bit, trying to figure out the best way to get himself into a pair of underwear with only one hand. He was going to look distinctly ridiculous.

He looked up at Bucky and sighed, waving the boxers a little. “How do I do this?"

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"You let someone help you," he answered easily, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Steve's forehead momentarily before taking the boxers back from him and kneeling down in front of him, holding them open so Steve could step into them more easily. "Use me for balance if you need to."

His position put him very, very close to Steve's dick, and he did his best to ignore that. This wasn't the time or the place to do anything like the ideas that were flashing through his head at the moment.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Bucky kissed him and went to his knees. Steve’s cheeks felt like they let lit on fire and he swallowed, hard. He willed himself to contain himself and reveal nothing of the racing heat he felt underneath his skin. He could use some of those drugs, now. If he was dopey, maybe this wouldn’t be hitting him quite so hard.

Taking an only slightly shaky breath, he gently placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to step into the boxers.

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He listened to Steve's shaky inhalation of breath and he was so, so tempted to press a kiss to his thigh. It felt like dangerous territory given where they were, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little bit of fun anyway. "You know, it's scientifically proven that a blowjob helps ease pain." His voice was oh-so-casual as he carefully slid the boxers up Steve's legs.