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Your role in this mission was simple: blend in with the guests, be on the lookout for Nat’s target, make sure nobody gets hurt. The man wasn’t that much harmless, but he was working with sketchy people.
This was probably one of your most laid-back missions yet, and it could’ve been taken cared of by other agents, but you, Nat, Bucky, and Sam wanted jumped on the possibility of a fancy night out after a day of pure boredom.
“I don’t have sight on the target yet.” you spoke in a low voice in the intercom.
“Neither do I.”
“Negative.”
Bucky and Sam replied at the same time.
The satin floor-length gown you had on was enough to be appropriate for the occasion, and at the same time take your boyfriend’s breath away.
“I told you, quit having those heart eyes or I’ll poke them out.” Sam’s hushed voice came into the device again, confusing you.
“Who are you talking to?” you asked as you moved your way through a busy sea of people chatting along, and you took a seat by the bar.
“Your simp of a boyfriend.” Nat snorted an answer in behalf, making your cheeks burn at the flattery.
Turning your seat and scanning through the faces in the room, your eyes finally met your boyfriend’s who was standing by the corner in his well-tailored suit, ignoring the unsubtle adoring stares sent his way by other guests.
“I don’t have hearts on my eyes.” Bucky muttered weakly in defense, sending you a shy smile that you mirrored, which of course was seen by Sam from who knows which corner he’s hiding.
“Don’t make me go over there and smack that grin off you.” Sam threatened, thought you could hear the mirth in his voice.
But because of that little conversation the four of you had, you all missed to note that the target had made his way by the bar himself, and was now sitting beside you.
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” A deep voice asked you on your side. Turning your head his way, you stared right into the eyes of the man whose picture was flashed during briefing. Curses were heard through your earpiece.
Composing yourself, you knew you couldn’t blow it. But there was a reason why Nat was the one to interact with the target and not you. And that is the well-known fact that you are bad at flirting.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You found yourself answering with a smile, though you were pretty much kicking yourself now in your head.
“I am too sober for this.” you heard Sam mutter once again in your earpiece.
However, instead of being put off by your response, the target seemed to find it amusing. “So, I’m a nice girl now too, eh? I guess we nice girls should be sticking together.” he winked at you before taking a swing from his own drink.
A scoff from undoubtedly Bucky, came through.
“I think I located the secret room. Y/N keep him there so I can get what we need and leave smoothly.” Nat instructed, and you almost let out a groan from frustration.
“You’re blushing.” The man commented, bringing your attention back.
“I'm not blushing. Your face is just so hot that I got sunburned.” you attempted to redeem yourself but failed once again. You winced.
“Wow, you’re on a roll, Y/N” the tone in Sam’s voice implied that he was close to losing it.
“In a hotel ballroom at night?” the man let out a boyish laugh, shaking his head at you. “Come on, don’t let me deteriorate your confidence.”
From his reactions so far, this might actually be easier.
“Uh... People call me Y/fake/N, but you can call me tonight?” you tried to sound confident, but it was evident in your face that you were cringing.
“Keep going, darling, I might just fall in love with you.” he was still grinning at you in amusement.
“Quit flexing, Buck. We get it, you have a jawline.” Sam spoke once again, amused at seeing how hard Bucky was clenching his jaw from across the room.
“I’m about to break this guy’s jaw.” he replied through the intercom in all seriousness.
Clearing your throat, you hope that Bucky will forgive you for what’s about to come out of your mouth next. “It’s working then. I mean I would flirt, but I often seduce men with my awkwardness.” you smiled.
Nat who was being all stealthy in the secret room couldn’t help but comment. “Isn’t that your comeback to Bucky after all those teasing about your awkwardness?”
“Yep. The very same one that got him to kiss her.” Sam added to her comment.
“I didn’t know you guys kept a scrapbook of our relationship.” Bucky replied in annoyance. “It’s alright, darling.” He assured you, his tone softer.
“I owe you one.” you found yourself replying, confusing the man in front of you.
“What?” He asked.
“I- I owe you a dance!” you quickly excused from mini panic, and pull him to the dance floor. It felt really wrong, especially when the reason you even learned how to dance was also because of Bucky, who has since then gone quiet.
The man himself was good on the dancefloor, but you couldn’t help getting distracted from your own guilt, when you finally spot Nat by the exit, giving you a nod as a signal that you were free to go.
“I have to go!” you exclaimed a little too excitedly.
“Why so?” The man before you asked, slightly annoyed.
“I just have two hundred-year-old men at home. They’re kinda traditional and need me home by now.” you reasoned smoothly.
“Two?” he inquired.
“Yeah, people keep joking they might be more than platonic though.” you chuckled and waved at him while already making your way to the exit.
Once outside, you turned right around the corner to where Bucky was already waiting, while Nat and Sam were already inside the car waiting. You gave him an apologetic smile, and was ready to apologize when he pulled you into him and kissed you, almost in a desperate manner.
Pulling away, you saw that there was a glint of smile in his eyes. “You’re not mad?” you asked and he shook his head with a smile.
“Maybe just a little jealous.” He answered.
“A little?!” Sam called out from the car, with the window down. “Get your assess in here so we can go home.”
Before you could reach out the door, your boyfriend pulled you into him once again and gave you a peck before giving you a playful scolding look.
“Don’t think that I didn’t hear what you said about Steve and I, doll.”