Bucky x OFC
Summary: You have a phobia of heights which means being on a plane in the middle of the Atlantic was a bad idea. Yet, here you are.
Warnings: Language, I talk about phobias of heights and planes so if that stuff upsets some of you then maybe you should stay away, there are also slight mentions of panic attacks/anxiety so just another quick little FYI.
Word Count: 3k
Author’s Note: so this is my first one shot ever posted on here (so exciting!!) and idk I hope you guys enjoy it bc that would make me really happy??? I have a phobia of heights and just the thought of Bucky being so comforting and adorable makes me v happy so this was the result.
I hated Bucky Barnes. I hated him more than anything on this entire fucking planet. And I made damn well sure he was aware of that.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I muttered as I stared out of the cargo plane. “You told me this was intel gathering? In and out.”
“I know,” Bucky’s voice came through over the comm. “Which is what you’re doing. You’re going to be in and out.”
“Did you just happen to forget to mention the whole me jumping out of a plane portion of the mission?”
“A minor detail, really.”