As a black widow, you did as you were told you followed orders. There was no exception. Except James Bucky Barnes. He had been your mission. Bringing back the winter soldier to the red room was certainly a tough one, but also one you wouldn’t give up on. You and Bucky had met a couple of times already and every time you had been so close to inject the narcotics into his system to bring him home. But he always found a way out, he always managed it to escape. You weren’t allow to eliminate him, obviously, which made the mission harder.

It had been months since you last saw him, but you finally picked up a trace. You watched, planned and waited for the right moment to attack, which was right now. You were sitting inside of Buckys apartment on his couch, one glass of expensive whiskey in your hand that you had selected from his cabinet. Then you heard how the door got opened, followed by footsteps. Bucky Barnes appeared in the doorframe, leaning against it almost casually as his eyes landed on you. It looked almost like a small smirk played around his lips.

“I knew you would show up eventually.” He said, breaking the silence. You were staring him down, your hand resting on the gun in your holster, despite knowing you wouldn’t use it. “If you knew I was gonna show up, one wonders why you didn’t spend a little bit more on a better security system.” You said in a cold tone, raising an eyebrow. Your words caused Bucky to scoff while he held your gaze with a similar intensity before he spoke up again. “You presume I didn’t want you to get in.”