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Jemma found herself pressed against the wall and held her breath. She wasn’t sure which she feared most, the potential for being captured or the exceedingly attractive man pressed against her. She couldn’t concentrate on a mission with a large, hard, manly body crushing her against the wall. When did her type change? When did she go from the intellectual to the gun toting, deadly killer. He wasn’t a bad person, but Jemma heard the rumors, she’d seen it for herself. Bucky Barnes didn’t waste time, if you were a danger you were dead.
Yet here she was forgetting how dangerous he was and instead biting her lip and ignoring the way her body wasreacting. She should have been disgusted with herself, but she wasn’t. Jemma couldn’t be disgusted with the way her palms pressed against his chest. His suit prevented her from feeling the hard, muscle, but she was content with what she was touching at the moment.
He held a gun in one hand near her head, between herself and the direction danger might come from. His right hand remained around her ribs where he had grabbed her before pushing her into a wall.
He was pressed against her and his hand was inches from her breast. She was pathetic. Maybe Skye was right, she needed to get laid.
Even worse was that his eyes didn’t leave hers. He stared down at her the entire time. His breath was calm, but she panted softly, chest rising a falling, pushing hard against his.
Jemma barely knew the man. They’d traded words only a few time. She’d smiled at him like a shy school girl and he barely acknowledged her.
There was a noise and he cocked his gun. Jemma inhaled silently and he turned his head towards the hall they had run from. Without meaning to she released a shaky breath and he turned his head to look down on her again. His face was so close this time that she could smell him, so close that she feared she might have bad breath.
"All clear."
The okay to move came through both their ears. Bucky would step back and Jemma would utter an embarrassed thank you, but nothing happened.
He stared down at her, eyes not straying again. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and immediately regretted it. His hand tightened on her ribs as if in response, not painfully, but it made her curl her fingers into his chest just slightly.
They could move now that everything was clear, go on with her mission, but the object of her pathetic fantasies still had her pinned against a wall and wasn’t moving.
And he was so close. Jemma's brain worked furiously to make sense of the situation as they stared at each other in silence. Eventually she came to the only reasonable conclusion, with danger not eminent he was still pressed against her because he wanted to be there. His lips were so close that she might even think there was a kiss in her near future.
"Simmons."
Jemma silently cursed the voice of Agent Coulson in her ear. At that moment she thought Bucky would pull away, but he didn’t.
"Barnes where is my agent?"
"I’ve got her," Bucky said, his eyes never breaking contact. "She’s fine."
His voice had the ability to send chills through her body. It was low, rough, and sexy, and Jemma could imagine his voice in hear ear as he pressed into her.
"Then let’s go."
He was going to move then, but he didn’t, and for the first time she saw something different in his face. His brow drew together, wrinkling slightly, and his eyes flickered over her face. The thumb which lay beneath her breast, slid over her ribs gently.
Then there was a noise and the spell was broken. Bucky stretched out his cybernetic arm and before Jemma had time to look he maneuvered his body to the side, pulled her with him, and a shot echoed in the complex. Usually she was better prepared for gunfire, but under the circumstances she jumped.
The hand that held her fell away and he was looked down at her again. “Are you okay?”
His honest concern only added another layer to her infatuation. “Yea,” she whispered and nodded. He stared at her a moment longer and then Coulson was in their ear again, demanding to know what was going on.
"Come on," he said and pressed a hand against her back to usher her around the dead body.
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Later, after Jemma embarrassingly gave Skye the cliff notes version of what happened, her friend looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What?” Jemma asked in confusion.
"The first time I caught Bucky Barnes watching you his eyes followed you all the way across the room. That was two months ago."