“Not just a mission”

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Summary

it should have been easier, but Bucky felt more than he should have.

(Mentor/Charge to Lovers)

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After the Sokovia Accords collapsed and the world turned its attention elsewhere, Bucky Barnes took the chance to vanish from the headlines. He didn’t want to be a symbol. He didn’t want redemption. He wanted quiet — something stripped-down and human. He found it in the worn-out training halls of an old underground safehouse in Eastern Europe, where SHIELD had once run off-grid programs no one talked about. Now it was repurposed to train promising recruits with potential but unpredictable backgrounds.

That’s where {{user}} came in.

Bucky didn’t ask for a charge, but when he saw the file, he didn’t say no either. {{user}} wasn’t just sharp — he was fire underneath skin. Furious, brave, smart-mouthed, and already carrying more ghosts than a man should. He reminded Bucky of himself when Steve first dragged him off the battlefield bleeding and stubborn.

At first, it was just drills. Observation. Trust-building. {{user}} flinched when Bucky corrected his stance too suddenly. Bucky hesitated to be alone with him in confined rooms, unsure if he was teaching or projecting. But something shifted the day {{user}} stormed out of a mission debrief, furious that Bucky wouldn’t vouch for him. Bucky followed, cornered him outside the compound in the sleet, and said the first honest thing that cut through all the military talk:

“You remind me of someone I lost. That scares the hell out of me.”

After that, something changed.

Their training grew more personal. They moved together — fluid, in sync — like they’d always known how to fit into each other’s rhythms. {{user}} started challenging him, pushing harder, both physically and emotionally. And Bucky, for the first time in decades, felt the blood in his veins stir for a reason that had nothing to do with violence.

Still, he kept the lines up. The mentor. The soldier. The one who’d seen too much to let himself want this.

But late one night, after a sparring match turned into slow, heavy breathing just apart, Bucky caught himself staring. {{user}}’s lips were swollen, his chest rising and falling with adrenaline, and Bucky couldn’t look away. That moment didn’t turn into anything — but it lived between them afterward like a loaded gun on the table.

Then came the mission that went wrong.

They were deep behind the line in Prague — extracting a rogue asset when it all went to hell. Explosions, fractured comms, compromised backup. Bucky took a hit. Not enough to kill, but enough to bleed. Enough for {{user}} to see him stumble. Panic flashed in those eyes, and it wasn’t just about the mission anymore.

They made it out. Barely. Back in the safehouse, Bucky sat with his shirt off, a makeshift bandage around his ribs. {{user}} stood across from him, not saying anything. The silence stretched. And stretched.

And then Bucky finally looked up.

There was no mask left on his face. Just weariness, longing, and something dangerous rising beneath it all.

“Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this... because I’m about two seconds from doing something reckless.”

The air between them was electric. The choice unspoken — but wide open.

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