"Well, according to Google Maps... We should be there in about 3 hours or so." That sentence caused you to sigh. "Why are we doing this again, Mr. Barnes?" You asked, looking up from your files. "Blame Sam, he wanted us to see the venue ourself." He sighed, eyes still on the road.

It had been more than a year since you started your job as Bucky Barnes' personal assistant. He was everything your school taught you about Alphas; powerful. Alphas were known for their brash and harsh nature, that was one thing that made Bucky different from all the Alphas you encountered.

He was thoughtful, kind, a bit sarcastic sometimes. Although you knew he was totally off-limits, with him being your boss — there was something indescribable when the two of you were together. You couldn't help but to wonder how he would be with his future mate. Would he remember their coffee orders? Would he lend a shoulder when things get stressful? Would he treat them like he treated you?

It became an inside joke in the office that you were off-limits. With your status as an Omega, people looked down at you. But with your status as Bucky Barnes' personal assistant — they knew not to mess with you.

The roadtrip to the venue was filled with silence. Not the uncomfortable type of silence, it was comforting. You jolted awake when Bucky squeezed your thigh, a comforting gesture. You looked out at the window, studying the scenery. It was already dark outside, with the sky being glittered with stars. When did it become so hot? You were sure it was winter, seeing the snow falling down.

Your entire body felt uncomfortable. There was one thing that popped in your mind and you prayed to God it wasn't that. Your heat was approaching and it felt like lava was flowing in your veins. You rolled down the window, hoping to get the cold to lessen the situation.

From the corner of his eye — Bucky could sense you fidgeting. His nose twitched at the scent of you as he gripped the steering wheel. "Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" You couldn't even answer him, giving a small whimper as a reply. "You didn't tell me your heat was coming." He said. "I didn't know, It's supposed to be next week."

Next thing you knew, Bucky pulled over to the side, turning the engine off. He looked at you, eyes darkening at your flushed state. "Why are we stopping?" You stuttered. "I can't drive with you like this. Get in the back." Bucky commanded.