bakerstreet | Body Heat

[ Preference is shipping (M/F). Assumed cr preferred. ]

[ooc: Would you be game for something with these two? Maybe he calls her in/she calls him in for some intel and while out trying to track stuff down, there's a blizzard (oh no) and they have to hole up somewhere and (oh no again) cuddle for warmth?]

( I'm definitely down for them getting trapped in a blizzard due to Mission or Case (or both mission and case) Reasons! Just blame Fury; it's all good with me! )

[Things Jessica didn't like doing; calling others for assistance in a case. She was a whole grown adult that could take care of her own problems. Things she really disliked doing; having to play along like someone had authority over her, because Fury had promised her she could go visit Trish if she 'did this one thing for him'. She hated the notion of whoring herself out for this, but Trish was in a sticky situation and as angry and hurt as Jess still was, Trish was still her sister.

So she'd called Barnes, giving him the coordinates of some shitty warehouse out past the city limits, somewhere that was supposed to be a hideaway for some disgruntled genius fucking around with alien tech, and then she'd waited. In an abandoned truck. With a bottle of whiskey because excuse her, it was cold enough that she could carve glass with her nipples. She checked her phone again to see if she'd gotten a new message, shoulders hunching down under her jacket and scarf, peeved that super spy agent man hadn't gotten there yet. If he got stuck in traffic, she was going to smack him.]

[ For the record, Bucky didn't call Fury to confirm whether he had actually assigned Jones with this particular task or not. Fury had called him to see if Jones had tasked him with being her partner, and then went on about how he needed to be her partner to make sure she didn't do anything too illegal while temporarily wearing the Avengers branding. Bucky's still wondering just when he became the responsible dad-like figure for the band of merry superheroes he wasn't part of.

Traffic's not necessarily a bitch, but the weather is. Bucky doesn't appear on time for a good reason: he stakes out the warehouse to the best of his ability while freezing his ass off. When he spots the very suspicious abandoned truck, he approaches it cautiously…

And opens the passenger door and slips inside like he isn't late at all. He slams the door (accident!) and huffs out a breath, tugging his jacket closer to his chest. He's just on time, really. ]

Sorry. Got stuck in traffic. [ He wrinkles his nose. ] People don't give way to old men on their scooters anymore.

[Bucky better not ever use that four letter word (hero) around her, or they'd have to have a physical discussion about why not.

She can see him sneaking up behind her via the shattered side mirror, ignoring the splat of slush-like snow hitting the broken windshield and ignores him getting inside in lieu of taking another sip from her bottle.

Her nose wrinkled at his excuse, and she turned her head to glare at him, licking her lips as she put the cap back on the bottle.]

Might help if you looked your age, grampa. You're lucky I'm not another frozen super jackass at this point. I haven't seen any movement in the warehouse.

[ Unperturbed by her glare, he leans forward and peers out through the windshield up at the building. It's a bit difficult to see anything from here, but Bucky's sniped at harder vantage points than this. He just wishes that they'd been tasked with bringing down a group of evildoers who enjoyed working on a one-level ground-floor kind of deal. It helps with his neck cramps. ]

Pretty sure they're either icicles by now or they're huddled around a fire.

[ He lets out a breath before rubbing his hands together. Despite appearances, the leather gloves do nothing to warm him. He'd been hoping this abandoned little truck was a toasty sort of deal, but it seems Jones either knows how to pick the truly dead trucks or she is stubbornly good at her job and doesn't let the fact she could freeze to death get in her way of performing it.

He looks at her before he holds out his hand for the bottle. ]

Oh, I'm sorry. Was there a whole conversation we missed about why I'd share my only means of not freezing my tits off with someone who's- [Checks her phone] -two hours late?

[Yeah, she was counting, Barnes. And the truck had been the only thing that offered a decent vantagepoint, had been there so that anyone inside wouldn't be suspicious of it, and was so covered in grime and dinged up and clearly just a hunk of broken detris that anyone going to the warehouse would let their eyes pass over it as just a common part of the scenery. She'd learned that early on. Pick something that looked like it had been there forever and hole up in it.

She just wished that half the places she holed up had better insulation. She shivered in her jacket, the whiskey in the bottle she held sloshing as she did.]

I haven't seen anyone go in or out all day. Fury clearly didn't check the goddamn weather report before deciding today was the day any kind of fuckery was going to happen.

[Another reason to punch him in the face. She had a feeling this was some twisted control thing he was doing. Putting her in her place because she didn't play the game the way he wanted.]

[ He murmurs, ] Yeah. Pretty sure he did check it.

[ Glancing out the widow shield again, Bucky leans forward and shrugs out of his jacket. He ignores how the cold immediately seeps into his long-sleeve blue shirt, but he ignores it. He's experienced a hell of a lot worse. HYDRA's holes weren't necessarily the best-insulated places. He can go a few hours without his jacket. Bucky's certain they'll be on the move in no time, anyway. ]

Here. [ He thrusts his jacket towards her. Dryly and with a small smirk, ] Now you have the only thing stopping me from freezing my tits off.

[Goddammit. She wasn't sure if it was because he was old fashioned or because he was the way he was, but here was this... guy, holding out his jacket while clearly wishing he had fifty more of them. To her. Because she was a girl and was cold. Goddammit. Why did that make her feel some kind of bad?]

Keep your goddamn jacket. And you don't have tits. I'd think you'd be worried about freezing something else off- unless you already lost that.

[Yup. That was a smirk. She was quite pleased with that comeback. Enough to unscrew the cap and take a drink, then debate for half a second before angling it his way. Fine. She could share. Alcohol killed cooties.]

[ Despite her rejection, he doesn't slip his jacket back on. Dumping it between them, he takes the bottle and takes a very quick swig, smacking his lips softly as he peers out the window again. Nothing.

He hands it back to her without looking at her. ]

You and I both know you already know that's something I haven't lost.

[ While Bucky may play Oblivious Old Man to exasperate Wilson to the extreme, he's very aware that he wears super tight jeans. They bring out his legs. His legs are the best part of him. ]

As a matter of fact, I do not know that. They make amazing prosthetics these days- not just in the arm variety. For all I know, you could have a vibranium... extra.

[So there, Bucky. Yes, she was aware of his tight jeans and tight Henleys. Tight everything that gave her a view of a tight ass and a broad chest that certainly had not made its way into her dreams more than once.

She took the bottle back and had another swig, peering out the window that was becoming covered in wet splats, larger, fluffier flakes interspersed with them.]

I think Fury's fucking with us. He's definitely fucking with me.

[ If Fury's fucking with her, he's dragging Bucky along for the ride—and given how he's been on his best behaviour for a couple of months now, he thinks that'd be very, very unfair. He's returned every gun he's borrowed and kept Wilson out of most trouble.

Resting his head back against the seat, he looks out the window and focuses on nothing at all, although he does keep his gaze in the direction of the building. He has a feeling that nothing's going to happen for the foreseeable few minutes. ]

You think about me that often, huh?

No.

[Her jaw tightened, the muscle in it flexing as she clamped her mouth shut and continued to stare out the window. The temperature was dropping in the vehicle, the gaps in the broken glass starting to steam up as their body heat fought to escape out into the cold that was creeping in. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she thought about one of the few people on the planet she could actually have sex with without hurting by accident.

Nope. Not thinking about that at all.]

He said they'd be here today, didn't he?

[She had to blow on her fingers to warm them as she tapped at her phone to pull up her messages. Apparently they were too cold to read. Goddamn smart technology could kiss her ass.]

Yep. [ He muttered dryly. ] Sure did.

[ While Bucky wouldn't necessarily invite Fury to a birthday party (or host a birthday party), he did trust him to get the job done. He was nothing if not married to his job. Bucky's only ever seen that kind of dedication in one other person, and that person had been shorter, smaller, and a pain in the ass who almost gave Bucky wrinkles long before he was due to have them.

Resting his arm against the side door, he tapped his fingers. ]

Isn't this the part where we play Eye Spy?

[ He'd seen cop shows. All they were missing was the box of donuts and coffees. ]

[She shivered again, pulling her scarf more tightly around the gap her coat left between her neck. The splatters had ceased, but only because they'd changed to large, fluffy flurries instead. Scowling, she pulled her apps up and-]

For fuck's sake. There is no way they're doing this during a blizzard.

[No, Bucky, she wasn't exaggerating. Irritated and cold and trying not to think of the person next to her in a way she shouldn't, Jess moved to grab the handle of her door and push it open.]

Fuck this. I'm going in. My everything is half frozen and I don't come with fancy enhanced heating senses.

Stop.

[ Bucky reached across the console to grab Jones' arm. Not roughly, but enough to discourage her from giving into her impatience and irritation at being cold. ]

Think about it for a second. The best time to do something like this is during a blizzard. No one's going to be around and technology's going to be on the fritz.

[ You know, that satellite Big Brother shit's going to have a hard time picking up faces and all that millennial mumbo jumbo. ]

Stop being stubborn and take the goddamn jacket.

[ He's going to let her believe that he's got super special heating senses as long as Wilson doesn't hear about this. His not-best friend already thinks he's a Cylon. ]

[She gave a pointed look at the hand on her arm, then lifted her gaze to his eyes.]

I don't recall giving you permission to put your hands on me.

[He might be right, but he might also be wrong and it was too cold for even evil techie overlords to be out in the snow and there was a certain satisfaction in kicking the door open and just going in like a force of nature over sitting here in an increasingly cold truck trying to keep herself warm with thoughts.]

I have a jacket. You, on the other hand, have glass cutting nipples I can see trying to poke through your shirt.

[Someone was observant. And someone else's nipples were very prominent.]

[ He rolled his eyes. ] Fine.

[ Bucky held up his hands in mock surrender and leaned back against the seat. There was her wide berth to go ahead and knock down the door. He knew where this was going to lead—nowhere. HYDRA didn't teach him patience; dealing with Steve and his persistent need to play the hero back in the 1940s did. ]

Go in. Make a mess. [ He shrugged. ] You're the one who called me for help, but you've got that and checking me out all handled. I don't even know why I'm here.

[ He still didn't steal back his jacket. ]

I am not checking you out.

[Lie. Well, partly a lie. She had been checking him out. Now she was scowling at him, tempted to punch him... somewhere.

And because he'd mentioned it, she picked up his jacket and threw it at him.]

I did not call you in. Fury called you in, just like he's hanging shit over my head to do this. This is not my usual wheelhouse, but I guess 'punches good' is a rousing enough endorsement for him to throw at whatever's up his ass. At this point, I don't know why I'm here. Do you see anyone doing anything? Anywhere? Because I've been here for six hours and I haven't seen a moose squat to take a shit.

It's probably because the moose doesn't need to take a shit yet.

[ When have bad guys ever been known to be on time or work to a logical schedule? Most of the tasks HYDRA had assigned him took place during the night. If Bucky was to think like a bad guy, he'd suspect Jones to be out here for a little while longer.

Resting his elbow against the side of the door, he leaned his head against his palm and ignored his jacket. ]

Fury probably asked you to do this because he knows you don't just barge into places like the Hulk and smash while forgetting to ask questions. Can't stop this shit from respawning if everyone's bits are on the floor.

[ You can't exactly stop a cycle with Hulk Smash. ]

If your lord and overseer of cocks and jackasses knew that he'd be sending me out in a goddamn snowstorm to freeze what little tits I have off just to watch? He's going to regret making that egregiously bad life choice.

[She very much wanted to go into the warehouse, if only because punching someone would warm her up. Punching multiple people would get her nice and toasty, and then she could take pictures of the carnage and go back to curling up in her shitty apartment to drink herself into a nap. Best life choice, really.]

Put your goddamn jacket on and stop trying to outmacho me. You have a bigger dick, I promise.

[ Whatever issues Jones has with Fury, Bucky didn't want to get in the middle of them. He liked it best when he stuck to the sidelines and preferred it most when he wasn't even on the same court as everyone.

But he was here, trying to be a team player. And sometimes being a team player meant almost freezing to death. ]

Not trying to out-macho you. [ He leaned forward and slid his jacket back on before returning to his position leaning against the window. ] Would you believe I'm just trying to be nice?

I don't know.

[It was as honest an answer as she could give. 'Nice' wasn't something she was used to, especially from people seemingly forced to be around her. Nice from anyone towards her was suspect. It meant they wanted something. The only thing Jess currently had of value on her was her alcohol, but as far as she knew, super tin man over there couldn't get drunk, so it wasn't like he needed it.

Speaking of, she took another sip before another shudder racked over her.]

I'm still trying to figure you out.

Yeah?

[ He followed that with a tiny "hm". That wasn't exactly surprising. With his history, he was used to a lot of people trying to figure him out. He wasn't quite sure how far they'd gotten; smart people tended to give up when it became all too complicated with the mind control and not-quite-Captain-America-serum. ]

Maybe I can help with that. [ You know, since he's super nice. ] I don't want to step on your P.I. toes in doing things yourself.

[ But he's here, not quite an open book, sitting in his blue Henley trying to ignore the cold. ]

bucky barnes | mcu

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Fury's an eternal buttface and Jessica's going to punch him in his good eye so he sees it coming.

Wow, poor Fury; this is why the guy needs a vacation in space!

He had it coming.

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