Bucky stood outside the bunker, leaning against the wall beneath a low-hanging stretch of trees. The late afternoon air was cool, still, quiet.
His phone buzzed.
He didn't move right away.
Then he pulled it from his pocket, already knowing who it would be.
[VAL: Update. Now.]
[Solo request. Status on Reynolds. GPS confirms he's no longer flagged.]
Bucky stared at the message. No threat. No warmth. Just her usual control disguised as "concern."
He didn't respond.
Not yet.
He turned and headed back into the bunker.
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Frankie was in the gear room, checking the last of her blades-again. She didn't look up when he entered.
"Message from Val," Bucky said quietly.
"I know."
He blinked. "You knew?"
Frankie slid the final knife into its sheath and finally glanced at him.
"She always checks when the leash slips."
She moved past him, grabbing her jacket off the hook like she was going somewhere.
"She's watching again."
Bucky didn't ask how she knew.
She always knew.
"What do you want to do?"
Frankie paused in the doorway.
Then she looked over her shoulder, just enough to meet his eyes.
"I think it's time we give her a little visit."
Her voice was calm. Measured.
Deadly.
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Code Name: Untraceable
FanfictionShe's not on the roster. She's not in the system. She's not even supposed to be alive. Every mission the Thunderbolts run, she's there-appearing out of nowhere, tearing through enemies like a storm, then vanishing without a trace. One time? Coincide...
