Chapter 1
You bit your lip, nerves of excitement flushing through your blood as you rounded the corner toward the men’s locker room.
Revenge sat snug in the pocket of your jeans; the small bag of powder nestled against your hip. The plan was perfect. That smug bastard wasn’t going to know what hit him.
You’d been planning this all week, waiting until he predictably spent Saturday morning in the Tower gym with Wilson.
This’ll teach him to mess with me, you thought; grimacing at the memory of your most unflattering underwear decorating the Avengers common room like goddam bunting.
You looked around, registering the patter of a shower in use down the hall. I’ll be in and out, you thought; frantically scanning the benches.
A few kit bags lay dotted around. You squinted, reading the names embroidered into their fabric; Wilson, Barton...Barnes. You smirked, tiptoeing like a cartoonish villain across the tiles, incandescent with silent glee.
You unzipped Bucky’s kit bag, rummaging for the prize you sought. Why does he need so much shit for the gym, he lives upstairs; you thought, while one hand fumbled inside the pocket at your hip.
Your eyes widened with excitement as they fell on the item in question. His trousers.
“Reduced to indulging yourself with the stolen scent of Barnes’ raggedy sweatpants, Agent?”
You froze, eyes flickering back and forth against the lockers as you stood hunched with the offending article in your hands.
“You really must work on your clandestine techniques, darling. I could hear your elephantine footsteps from the shower-room.”
You spun around, clutching the black sweatpants to your chest. “Loki. Hi.”
