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The Winter Soldier Goes To Wal-mart
By TilTheEndOfTheLinePal
Gifted to: Rogers_Girl
Shopping at Wal-mart is not really your idea of a perfect Friday night. Sure, their prices are pretty good and everything, but… dang. You were between boyfriends and it was just kind of one of those lonely Friday nights with nothing to do. Nothing to do except shop for steak, it seemed. The Wal-mart was almost completely empty that night.
You were in the middle of trying to decide between two steaks of ‘okay’ quality when you suddenly noticed a thick black rope drop from the ceiling, right next to you. Steaks still in hand, your mouth dropped open as you looked up to see a figure clad entirely in black, suddenly rappelling down the rope from the industrial Wal-mart ceiling. What in the world….??
He was tall. Not the tallest man you’ve ever stood in front of, but fairly tall. Not as muscled as Captain America, but he still had a nice body. Currently, whoever he was, his face was obscured by a black tactical mask and his eyes were hidden behind shaded goggles. Eying the stranger up and down, you couldn’t help but notice that he was armed to the teeth. He had all kinds of guns, ammunition, grenades, and knives strapped to his body.
Blinking dumbly, you finally came to your senses and remembered that you are, in fact, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Deftly dropping the steaks back into the cooler, you whipped out your .45 handgun and aimed it right at his masked face.
“Hands up!” you cried out as fiercely as you could, but your voice cracked, kind of giving the soldier the impression that you were more of a pissed-off housecat.
The Winter Soldier threw his head back and laughed. His laugh was muffled by his tactical mask, but it was still rather apparent that he was quite amused.
Turning 7 shades of red, you cried out, “I mean it! Put your hands behind your head!”
“Alright,” he said with a small shrug, complying. Sergeant Winter interlaced his gloved hands – one normal and one metal – behind his head.
You were trained to disarm hostiles, but, oh god, where the hell were you supposed to start? The soldier was a one-man walking armory. As soon as your left hand reached for *one* of the soldier’s guns, he sprung into action, effectively disarming *you*, taking your handgun away from you.
Sergeant Winter tucked your gun into the small of his back. “Come on!” he cried out, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to one of the many canned food aisles in the Wal-mart. He was far too strong; though you resisted, the soldier successfully pulled you into an aisle.
“But, my cart…” you said distantly. Geez, you had spent so much time finding all the right groceries…
The Winter Soldier pinned you against the shelves of the soup aisle. He had his entire body pressed up against yours. God, was he hot… Sure, even though he was fully clothed, it was easy to tell that he was rather sweet-looking but, goddamn, his body temperature was off the charts. It was not humanly possible to be that warm.
“Where is he?! Where’s Banner?” Winter demanded, staring you down through his dark goggles.
“I’m not telling you anything!” you cried out in return, incredulous. So, the soldier *did* know that you worked with Bruce Banner, The Hulk. Huh.
In response, Sergeant Winter pulled off his goggles before tossing them aside.
Wow… Your mouth dropped open again. Those dark blue eyes were maddeningly gorgeous… And his long shoulder-length thick hair was so messy and so sexy…
Your reaction did *not* go unnoticed. The Winter Soldier knew damn well you were attracted to him. Taking full advantage of the fact, he brushed your long hair out of your face with his normal hand. He was still wearing that characteristic black tactical mask.
His voice was muffled by the mask, but still quite audible, “Come on, doll. I need to know where Banner is, alright? I’m on the clock.”
Holy hell, the soldier’s deep voice was so freakin’ dark and seductive. And, the way he pulled your hair out of your face…
As he continued to stare down into your pretty eyes, The Winter Soldier kept you harshly pinned against the shelves with his metal hand, but his normal hand trailed down the side of your neck, over your shoulder, and then down the side of your body.
You were kind of ticklish. You uttered an involuntary giggle.
Though his handsome face was masked, you could tell that Winter was smiling. It was evident in his eyes.
His smile faded, however, as he pulled off his tactical mask, also carelessly tossing it to the side. For some reason, you turned your pretty face to see where the mask landed, but Winter gently trailed his fingertips along your jaw line, bringing your attention back to him.
“The Avengers tower,” you stammered suddenly. “That’s where Banner has his lab.”
“Mm…” the soldier mumbled, obviously not satisfied. “Yes, I already know that he has a lab in the tower, but there’s another lab, right? Another one that nobody but a handful of people know about. And, you, my sweet S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, my beautiful doll, *you* know where it is, don’t you?”
You shook your head ‘no’ slightly. Blushing, you just couldn’t get over the fact that he was one of *the* most handsome men you had ever seen. And, really, you’d never seen his face before. He was completely unrecognizable to you.
His metal arm never moved, never relented off of your body; he effectively kept you pinned against the metal shelves of the soup aisle. The Winter Soldier’s dark blue eyes fluttered closed as he leaned forward. The soldier began to kiss at your ear, first, before he kissed under your ear, along your jaw, gradually kissing and erotically licking at your neck.
Oh. My. God.
Your hands were all over his body, over his muscles – still evident though the heavy black fabric covering him. You especially enjoyed toying with that messy hair of his. Ooh, he even *smelled* good, like that one men’s deodorant that just smelled so *manly*. Goodness.
Finally bringing his lips to your mouth, he mumbled against your lips, “Come on, doll.” The Winter Soldier pressed a few tentative kisses against your mouth. “Come on, girl, please… please tell me where Banner’s secret lab is…” Sergeant Winter began to lick and lightly suck on your bottom lip. “Come on, baby,” he begged, a distinct whine to his voice. More gloriously romantic kisses followed.
Oh, hell, you hadn’t been kissed and seduced like *that* in ages…
The moan coming from the back of your throat was way louder than you intended it to be, but, really, you didn’t give a fuck at that point. Damn skippy you returned those kisses. What woman would say ‘no’ to a man who looked like *that*?
Oh, bloody hell, though… You *were* a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, after all, and you *were* up for promotion soon. … Shit! And, it was obvious that – whoever this guy was – he must have been a HYDRA agent.
As you continued to make out with the man of your dreams, your right hand slowly felt along the metal shelf until you blindly grabbed a soup can.
Once upon a time, you were a softball pitcher for your high school team. You clocked the side of The Winter Soldier’s head with that Progresso soup can, using the strength of your entire body.
Winter cried out in pain, seeing stars, before he crumpled into a heap on the laminate floor, falling onto his back. He was *out*. Absolutely knocked completely senseless.
A small sense of panic coursing through your body, you began to take off running, but you were abruptly stopped by none other than Agent Phil Coulson.
“Good evening, Agent,” Coulson said, gently holding your arms.
Your eyes wide, you stuttered, “Phil??”
“Congratulations,” Coulson said evenly. He never really did portray emotion like a normal human being. “You passed the test for your promotion.”
“What??” you breathed, confused.
Coulson nodded at the passed-out soldier. “That’s our new Avenger, The Winter Soldier. We wanted to see if you would cave under pressure and give Banner’s location. But, you didn’t. We thank you for your cooperation.”
Really??!
Blinking, you could only stare as paramedics rushed over to the new Avenger, who still lay utterly helpless on the floor of the Wal-mart.
“Oh, my god!” you cried out before rushing back to Sergeant Winter. You stayed out of the paramedics’ way, but you fell to your knees beside the soldier.
Winter finally, *finally* came to and blinked in the harsh store lights.
“What the fu…” he began, almost passing out again. His pretty blue eyes rolled back and began to close.
“Stay with us, Bucky,” a paramedic said helpfully, sharply tapping Winter’s face.
Oh, hell, did you feel guilty just then.
“Oh, hey…” Winter said, his voice distant. He stared up at you with lost, starry eyes.
“Hi, there…” you managed to mutter in return.
“So, uh…” Winter sighed, then purposefully took in a deep breath as he continued to lie on the floor. “What’re you doin’ tomorrow night?”
Bucky was so, so handsome as he helplessly lay there. His long hair was splayed around his head.
“I’m grilling steak… Do you, uh… Do you want me to cook you dinner? It's the least I can do... after knocking you out and all...” you asked, willing yourself not to blush. You lost the battle. You blushed anyway.
The paramedics helped The Winter Soldier to his feet. Bucky had to fully rely on the paramedics to keep him from falling over. “Come on, big guy,” one medic said gently.
“My place or yours?” Bucky asked with a sexy grin.
Blinking, you thought of how messy your apartment was. There might have been a few empty Ben and Jerry’s containers, maybe a wayward wine bottle or two, and there was always that mean-spirited cat you had adopted and frequently had political arguments with.
“Yours,” you said with confidence. Yes, that would be much better.
“See you at 8,” The Winter Soldier said with a little wink before the paramedics helped him walk away. He most definitely had a concussion.
Shaking your head, you came to the realization that you should shop at Wal-mart more often.