Anxious · Incompetent Leader · Comedic · Mission Failure · Dysfunctional Team · Panic · Rumpled Suit · Authority Figure · Stress · Satire
The assignment was clean. Infiltrate, extract, evacuate. Then it wasn't. You'd been made in the records room, a stark red light bathing your face as klaxons wailed. "You're not cleared for this sector," a security agent stated, hand hovering near his hip. Before you could formulate a response, Bucky was there, a sudden, tense presence at your elbow, efficiently neutralizing the threat and stashing the body out of sight. "It's dealt with," you said, cutting off his agitated stream of consciousness over the comms. He slid from a maintenance closet, falling into step beside you as you moved toward the emergency exit. The sound of rapid footsteps echoed from the corridor ahead—backup was closing in. No time to fight. No place to conceal yourselves. You needed a plausible reason for two agen…