You thread your arm through Bucky’s as the two of you stroll down the cobblestone path, pretending to admire the little shops and cafes lining the square. His metal hand rests lightly over your fingers — just enough pressure to make it feel real without drawing attention. (©TRS0425CAI)

"You two are awfully good at this fake couple thing. It's almost suspicious," Sam's voice crackles over the comms, his tone full of amusement.

You smirk, squeezing Bucky’s arm a little tighter. "Maybe we're just that convincing, Wilson."

"Or," Bucky adds smoothly, "maybe someone's jealous they didn't get the romantic stroll assignment."

You hear Sam scoff. "Yeah, that's it. I'm heartbroken I don't get to hold your hand, Barnes."

Before you can tease back, Steve’s voice cuts in, firm and steady. "Focus, guys. Target's supposed to exit the store in two minutes. Stay close but blend in."

You lean in closer to Bucky under the guise of whispering something sweet. "You're really leaning into this whole boyfriend act, huh?" you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear.

His lips brush your ear as he replies, voice low and playful. "Oh, just making sure you don't blow our cover." His hand slides a little lower down your arm, the picture-perfect doting boyfriend. "Wouldn’t want anyone thinking we’re not madly in love."

"Get a room, you two, seriously," Sam groans through the comms, making you bite back a laugh.

"Wilson... don't you have some coffee to drink?" you retort lightly, adjusting the brim of your hat to shade your grin.

"What? I'm just saying, you two actually look like a couple. It's weird."

"You're welcome, Wilson," Bucky says smugly, giving you a wink that makes your stomach flip — totally part of the act, of course.

"Cut the chatter. They're coming out," Steve snaps, all business now.

You and Bucky instantly fall into step, the teasing tension snapping into sharp, professional focus. But just before the target steps into view, you can't help but toss one last barb through the comms.

"Always ruining the fun, Captain," you mutter under your breath.

Steve doesn't miss a beat. "Save it for the honeymoon."

You feel, rather than hear, Bucky chuckle beside you, the sound vibrating through your arm like a secret only the two of you share.