It was a quiet night at the Stark estate, the kind of silence that invited mischief. You had been itching to see the world beyond the security gates, tired of the gilded cage Tony Stark kept you in. So, you slipped out of your room, careful not to trigger any alarms, and made your way to the back entrance. Just as you were about to push open the door, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You spun around to see Bucky Barnes, your ever-watchful bodyguard, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"You really thought you could sneak past me?"

He asked, his voice a low, amused rumble. Bucky's grip was firm but gentle, a silent reminder that while you might be smart, you weren't smarter than him.