You stared at him for another few minutes as he drove, and he never once looked at you. His eyes were glued to the road, his entire body rigid as he focused all his energy on controlling the car. He wasn't exactly sure what, but he could still feel something coming from you, an aura, or a forcefield of sorts, letting him know that you were not ready for a conversation. Neither was he.

It took an hour and 20 minutes to get to the safehouse. He parked the car under a shroud of low hanging tree branches, and ran round to your side to help you out, his arm wrapping around your waist to help you down.

He quickly let go of you to get your bags out of the back.

The woods you were in were silent. Only the soft rustle of the grass under Bucky's boots.

"Stay behind me." He muttered, shrugging his backpack onto his shoulder and holding your suitcase in his right hand, his left getting his gun out of his holster.

You felt the familiar disdain bubbling inside you - did he seriously still not think that you could take care of yourself?

You followed him, stomping behind him, knowing you were irritating him. He suddenly stopped.

"You think you could quieten down?" He hissed over his shoulder.

"You think you could walk faster? You're a supersoldier, I have magic powers. They didn't follow us, and I just want to go to bed." You scoffed. He didn't move for a beat, but then he started walking again.

Within a few minutes, you'd reached a wooden cabin. It looked small, innocuous, but you knew that looks were deceiving. Stark built these safehouses.

Bucky made you follow him as he walked around the building first, then he made you follow him around the house as he checked each room (all four of them) and had locked the building. When he finally gave you the go ahead, unclipping his holsters, you stormed off the bathroom, feeling an urgent need to scrub your skin.

He caught the door before you shut it behind you.

"Stop all this stomping." He growled.

"I'm trying to have a shower." You retorted.

"We are in hiding." He said, taking a step inside the bathroom, but not looking directly at you. "Stark will be here soon, but until then, you need to lay low. No stomping. No powers." His voice sounded angry. But you knew his eyes would tell a different story if he would look at you.

"Right, even though I just saved your fucking asses?!"

He just turned and walked out of the bathroom, the door closing behind his retreating figure. You exhaled. You rubbed your hands over your face.

Then the door opened again.

He marched back in, pushing you against the sink and kissing you. One hand on your cheek, the other on your hip. His mouth urging yours open, his tongue begging for entrance, his fingers gripping you tight. He whined into your lips when you put your hands on his waist, pulling him to you, like he'd been waiting for your touch.

Just like you'd been waiting for his.

"You're so fucking annoying." He breathed into your mouth.

"Feel free to fuck off then." You replied in an incredibly similar breathy tone.

You let his hands grab your thighs, lifting you up until you wrapped your legs around his hips. He stepped backwards, his legs a little unsteady as he rushed to kiss you again and again. He pressed you against the bathroom door for a moment, and you moaned at the contact of him against your core, the cold wood on your back. He rocked against you, making you moan again, as he kissed you.

You were moving around, one of his hands clenching into your thigh, the other wrapped around your back as he walked you through the cabin, to the first of the two bedrooms.

He put one knee on the edge of the bed once he reached it, carefully laying you down and crawling over you. He slid his hand up your thigh, up the side of your body as you arched into him, his lips moving down your neck.

"Are we gonna have to do this every time I want you to stop talking?" He asked as his tongue ran over your skin.

"You love it when I talk back." You retorted, your fingers going into his hair, a soft moan following your words.

"Yeah, only so I can make you shut up."

Your brain kicked into gear, and you slid your hands down his chest, his muscles rippling under your fingers as he held himself over you and roamed his hands over your body. When you reached the bottom of his Tshirt, you ran one hand back up his stomach, revelling in the feel of his warm skin, the other hand sliding down to his trousers, fumbling with the button. Once they were opened, your hand slipped under his boxers, wrapped around his cock, and you squeezed gently before starting to glide up and down.

He groaned into your neck, biting the skin shortly after, his own hand reaching for the bottom of your top and starting to bunch it up to your chest, his hips tentatively bucking into your hand as you pumped his cock. You felt your own breath quicken as his started hitting your neck in short, heavy puffs. You started to move faster. He pushed your Tshirt over your breasts, and moved his mouth to your chest, kissing and sucking the flesh, his stubble sharp on your skin, and sinful alongside the warm, wet trails of his tongue.

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand out of his boxers, pushing it onto the bed beside your head, then he kissed down your stomach. You took advantage to rip your Tshirt over your head, the action making his eyes snap up. They were dark, pupils blown wide, a wicked look behind them making you shiver in anticipation as he moved across your belly button, to the top of your leggings. His fingers curled around the band, and he kept eye contact with you as he dragged them, and your underwear down.

"Is this part of your big plan of shutting me up?" You questioned, with a sarcastic raise of your eyebrow. He ignored you.

He kissed down your body as he rid you of your clothes, the breeze of cold air suddenly replaced by his hot breath, which was more than welcome on your throbbing core. He grabbed your ass, pulling your body closer to him, as he clamped his mouth over your clit. No teasing, no warning. Just his lips and his tongue on you. You moaned loudly before biting your lip to stifle it, your hips already moving against his mouth as his tongue glided over you, swirling around your clit, lapping your wetness.

His eyes darted to the side when he saw the lamp start to flicker, and growled against you, the vibration shooting through your body. His mouth separated from you with a pop, and he climbed back over you, taking his own Tshirt off before pushing himself down onto your body and covering your lips with his. You moaned into the kiss. The lamp flickered again.

He hesitantly pulled back and slapped his hand over your mouth, resting his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You need to stop." He breathed through gritted teeth, his hand sliding off your mouth as your hips started rutting against him.

"I ..can't.." You replied in between breaths, and he groaned, diving back down to kiss you. He grabbed your waist, then rolled on his back, pulling you on top, your legs straddling his hips. He sat up, keeping you locked against his chest with a hand on your back, both of you grinding on each other as the kiss turned messy. His hand went to your hair, grabbing it into a metal fist as he sucked your bottom lip, releasing it, then kissing your neck breathily. You never stopped rolling your hips, feeling his hard cock underneath you, which only spurred you on more.

His hand left your back, and he ran his fingernails down to your ass, gripping the flesh harshly and guiding your hips over him.

"Fuck," You hissed into his hair as his lips kept moving over your skin. He tightened his grip on your ass. "James!" You moaned, and he immediately smashed his lips to yours again, his hand leaving your body and reaching between the two of you, pulling his cock out of the confines of his boxers. You felt the head of his cock against your clit, and you lifted your hips just enough to let him slide over your core.

"God I love it when you say my name like that." He whispered as he bit his lip, watching you on top of him. "Tell me," He panted into your collarbone as he pressed a kiss there, continuing to tease you. "Tell me what you want."

You looked down at him, cupping his face in his hands, your heart in your throat, and you whispered-

"You."