"I thought the point was to not draw attention to ourselves," Bucky murmured, eyes sweeping over your outfit.

"Focus on your own wardrobe, Barnes," you shot back with a smirk, reaching out to tweak his bowtie, making it crooked. He grumbled, rolling his eyes as he straightened it, while you casually scanned the gala.

"Those stairs, across the room at four o'clock," you noted, smiling up at Bucky as if discussing something pleasant rather than strategizing how to infiltrate the upper floor of the Japanese consulate & access the Prime Minister's personal files.

"Too visible," Bucky countered, discreetly scanning the packed room of dignitaries & world leaders. Security was tight, and the wrong move could ruin everything.

Eventually, the two of you blended in with a group being escorted upstairs for a private tour of the library. As they moved past the Prime Minister’s office, Bucky gently caught your arm & steered you inside. You slipped toward the computer while he carefully shut the door behind you. Within seconds, your fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing the files and transferring them to a flash drive.

Bucky kept an ear to the hallway, muscles tensing as footsteps approached. "Damn it," he muttered before crossing the room to you. Without warning, he turned off the monitor, gripped your wrist, and pulled you close. "Don't freak out," he whispered urgently. Before you could respond, he pressed his lips to yours, muffling any protest just as the office door creaked open.

A sharp voice cut through the room. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

Bucky pulled back just enough to look over his shoulder, feigning irritation. "What does it look like we're doing?" he shot back, slurring his words just enough to sound like he’d had a few too many drinks. "Can’t a guy steal a moment with his girl?"

The security guard huffed, unimpressed. "Not in here, you can't." He jerked his thumb toward the door. "Take it somewhere else."

Bucky exhaled in mock frustration, grabbing your hand & pulling you toward the exit