lissadiane:

winterhawkkisses:

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(For @lissadiane who wanted a sequel to the one where Clint misses his own wedding…)

“What’re their demands?”

Lainey span her seat around, pissed off beyond all measure that yet another asshole was trying to take over her job.

“Look,” she said, keeping a tight rein on her temper, ‘Cos when you were a woman in this profession you could only screw that up once. “If you’d just -“

She stopped, confused. Murder glare, sure; she hadn’t been expecting boutonnières.

“I’m sorry, miss,” an earnest-looking blond said, the ridiculous angle of his jaw somehow familiar. “Bucky’s -“

“Holy shit,” she said helplessly, “you’re Captain America!”

The brunet – who by process of elimination had to be the Winter Soldier, and boy was she glad she hadn’t ripped him a new one – tipped his head back and let out a long slow breath, visibly struggling to stay calm.

“Have you got communication with anyone in the bank?” He asked, his voice low and even.

“Yeah,” she said, “they’ve got an Avenger in there,” she winced, “which obviously you guys know. He was all John McClane for a while there.”

They both blinked at her blankly.

“Er. Hiding? In the vents. They caught him when he broke into some guy’s office and tried to look up the phone number for City Hall.” She smiled a little, friendly. “I mean, most people would’ve gone with the police, but -“

There was a crackling from the radio that stood on Lainey’s desk, and before she could grab it it was wrapped in metal fingers and yanked us to the Soldier’s mouth.

“Hey Lainey?”

“Try again,” he said, through gritted teeth.

“Aaw, Buck?” There was indistinct murmuring in the background, then, “yeah, okay, I’ll tell ‘em, just let me – Bucky, you mad?”

“The only reason I ain’t gonna kill you,” the Soldier said, “is ‘Cos I was anticipating a little longer ‘til ‘death do us part’.”

Hurray!!!! 😀😀 I’ll just have to keep requesting sequels to it, it’s my favourite.