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Backseat

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.9K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This oneshot is loosely based around Howling by RY X, it’s more of a soundtrack for the fic rather than based entirely off the lyrics.

You lay back on your bed and let your eyes roam around your room. This could be the last time you were a free woman. Every day after tonight, you would be living in limbo, always anxious that the government would storm into the compound and arrest you. You been allowed a month to sign the Accords after you joined the Avengers, or retire before your Avenger life really began. As a new Avenger, you weren’t allowed a free pass like Steve, Bucky or Sam. Ross was turning a blind eye to their resistance to sign, for the better of Earth safety. Bucky had almost begged you to take refuge in Wakanda, like Wanda and Bruce, but you’d refused. You were expected to sign the Accords, but you were against it.

Your eyes linger on your cork-board, littered with photos and your bucket-list. A thought strikes you, if you were looking at certain imprisonment after tonight, you were going to at least cross off a dream before you were locked behind bars. You were determined to live every day like it was your last.

You jump up and shove a few pieces of clothing into a backpack before ducking out of your room. The compound was quiet, and this was the best time for you to slip away. You make it to the compound garage without running into anyone, and thank your lucky stars; there was no doubt that someone would stop you from leaving.

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