Warnings:*Trigger* Discussion of Attempted assault, mutual pining, fluff, language, some minor violence, a little angst.
Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.
Frank’s room was empty the next morning and his suitcase sat next to the front door. When you and Bucky entered the kitchen you found him sitting on the opposite side of the table and you think it’s smart that he put an obstacle between himself and Bucky. You put a hand on Bucky’s arm to keep him from lunging. Frank looks up with an unreadable expression marred by a swollen black eye. His hands are wrapped around his mug of coffee so tightly his knuckles are white.
“From the state of my eye I’m assuming I did something very stupid for Bucky to punch me. I don’t remember anything but I am so sorry for whatever it is I did.” Frank says quietly.
“Oh, I didn’t punch you. It’d be much worse if I did.” Bucky says coldly.
