"You got kidnapped? That's so cool!" Peter gushed through the hologram as he snacked on a tray of cupcakes.

Mia had gotten home not even an hour before and had been talking to Peter ever since. "Yeah. You should've seen the guy too. He was so hot."

The spider boy smirked as he licked some icing off his lips, "He's a vampire."

"A hot one," Mia added as she washed the blood out of her hair. She had been showering for twenty minutes and there was still blood covering her body.

"When are you coming home next?" She heard the boy ask. She held the shower curtain around her as she looked at him, "Probably in a month or so. Why? Does the little spider miss me?"

Peter scoffed, "Definitely not. Bucky does. He won't shut up about how much he misses training with you. It's getting annoying."

Mia smirked as she scrubbed at her shoulders, "Mhm. Sure."

Ten minutes later, the Avenger was laying in just a towel on her bed as she scrolled through Netflix. "What do you wanna watch, Pete?"

The boy shrugged through the screen, "I would say Star Wars but we watched that last time... What about Disney? We could start with the classics."

"Snow White?" She asked as she scrolled through the movies. "Or Pinocchio?"

"Pinocchio, definitely."

— — —

"So let me get this straight, you two fuckers let Elena's kidnapper in your home?" Mia asked in a sarcastic tone as she walked into the parlour where Rose sat with a glass of blood.

"She kidnapped you too," Damon reminded as he sat next to her.

"Yeah, I remember dumbass. By the way, you letting me almost bleed out, dick move." The Avenger spoke in a threatening tone as she stared at the vampire.

"Tone it down a notch, wonder woman."

"Oh? I'm deeply sorry I don't enjoy hanging around my kidnapper. I'll be at the Grill, tell me about everything later," She spoke before walking out. As she walked through the door she passed Elena and gave her a reluctant smile.

The doppelganger smiled back as she passed her.

— — —

"So you're telling me that the oldest vampire in history is after your little girlfriend?" Mia perceived as she sipped on a glass of bourbon.

Stefan had eventually showed up to the Grill and had told her everything Rose had told them.

"Yeah. Do you know anything about them? The Originals?"

The Avenger shrugged as she sipped on her drink, "I mean I only know what's in the books I've stolen from Loki. I could ask him if he knows anything."

Before Stefan could answer, Mia's phone rang. "Sorry, Stef," She muttered. The vampire shook his head as she answered the phone.

"Hey, Tasha."

"Little widow," The woman greeted, "Friday told me you've been skipping out on training and were kidnapped by two vampires. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Mia glanced at Stefan only to see him staring at her with a cheeky grin. Bastard. "Well, getting kidnapped wasn't my fault. Wrong place, wrong time..."

"And the training?"

The younger Avenger frowned, she didn't have an excuse for that. "Um... You see the thing is-"

"Don't bother. I've sent a quinjet to a field outside of town. You and Bucky are going on a mission."

"Bucknasty? Really? Can't I go with Wands?" Sure Mia loved Bucky, but fuck he complained a lot.

"Wanda has a date."

"With the toaster?"

"Yes. Now, you'll be gone for a few days so make sure to pack enough clothes and they better be warm ones. I don't care if you want to look nice, you will non-stop complain. The mission details are in the jet and so is your new suit."

Mia grinned, "I thought Tony said he'd never make me one again after I exploded the last one."

"I threatened him. We don't need you fighting in lingerie again. You almost made Peter go blind."

"I distracted the targets well though, no?"

"I think you distracted us all, Mia."

She smirked, "Was I distracting you, Natalia?"

"Shut up. The quinjet leaves in twenty so you better hurry or else you're walking to London."

As the girl hung up she glanced back at Stefan, "I'll get your information when I'm on my way back."

"Need help packing?"

"Sure."

As the pair walked out of the Grill, they didn't notice a suited vampire watching their every move.

— — —

"Alright, I think that's everything," Mia said as she set her duffle bag down on a chair in the quinjet.

Stefan smiled before pulling her into a hug, "Be safe. Don't get shot again."

"No promises. I live for the dramatics."

"Yes, but you're with Bucky. Someone needs to be the responsible one and it won't be him."

She sighed, "Fine."

"That means so jumping out of planes without parachutes, not blowing up your bike and no-"

"I get it, dad," She muttered, slightly wishing she hadn't introduced him to her family.

— — —

The jet had momentarily stopped in New York to pick up Bucky and not long after that they were on their way to London.

"Heard you got kidnapped," Bucky spoke up after a few minutes of silence. They had been looking over the mission report for the last little bit.

His voice was full of amusement as he spoke.

"I did."

"Heard they shot you too," He continued as his eyes scanned over the page.

"They did."

"You seem decent for someone who was shot yesterday."

"I got some vampire blood to heal me," Mia explained shortly.

He smirked, "Oh, right. I heard a hot Original vampire fed you his blood."

Dammit, Peter, she thought to herself. "Mhm. Did you bring any breath mints? Your breath is giving me a headache."

He held up his hand before breathing out, "No. My breath smells great. Maybe it's yours."

She did the same, "Nope. My breath smells fine. Maybe it's your cologne. You always wear five too many sprays."

He scoffed, "Fuck off."

"With pleasure," She muttered before walking back into the cockpit and glancing at the map. They were halfway there.

"Did you know we're playing a married couple!?" Bucky yelled as he continued to read the report.

Her eyes widened as she ran back into the room and grabbed the papers from him, "No! That bitch!"

— — —

When the angry pair arrived in London they settled in their hotel room which thankfully had two beds. If not, they would have killed each other in a battle for the bed.

"We have a gala tonight," Bucky told her as he straightened his bowtie in the mirror.

Mia had passed out and was groggily laying on the bed as she watched him put on his suit jacket. She nodded, her eyes barely open. To be honest, she wasn't listening to him.

"Do I need to pour water on you? Get out of bed and put on a dress, bitch."

She rolled her eyes but did as told.

Bucky grinned, "Good girl."

"Kill yourself," Mia grumbled as she grabbed a red silk dress before taking off her top, not caring that he was still in the room.

She smirked when she heard his sharp intake of breath, "It's still early, don't cream your pants, Buck."

He grumbled as he walked past her, "Kill yourself."

— — —

It was an art gala that they had to go to. Both wearing their finest clothes with wedding bands on their ring fingers, they walked into the main room where couples admired the art work.

Mia resisted throwing her head back, "I hate art."

He chuckled beside her as he led her inside, his arm holding hers. "I know. That's why Nat sent you."

She rolled her eyes but said nothing as they stopped to stare at a piece. It looked as though someone poured glue on it and then threw it in a dumpster before signing it. "They call this art? A kindergartner could do better."

Bucky nodded, "Finally something I can agree with you on."

They moved from piece to piece, listening to the conversations around them as they did so. They finally stopped at the last piece.

It was of a cityscape with a large moon in the center. Mia smiled slightly, finally something that didn't look like shit.

"This one's nice," She spoke softly as she stared at the art.

Bucky nodded, "Well it doesn't look like it belongs in a dumpster."

"Unlike you," Mia teased, still staring at the painting.

He scoffed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, smiling as a couple walked past them. "Have I ever told you how fucking annoying you are?"

"Have I ever told you how fucking annoying your complaints are? This is why no one else will go out with you... What was our limit?"

"No limit. Tony's a big spender today," Bucky spoke with a small smirk which earned a chuckle, "Did you steal his card?"

"Maybe. Wanna go shopping later?"

She nodded. "We should talk with the owner."

The brown-haired man nodded, placing a kiss on her forehead as he led her toward the auctioning room.

The bidding had yet to start, everyone was still looking at the art so they were practically the only ones in the room.

"9 o'clock," Mia whispered into Bucky's ear. He discreetly glanced over, the owner of the auction stood there surrounded by multiple armed guards.

They slowly made their way over to the older man, fake smiles on their faces. "Mr. Aberdeen?" Mia asked, her voice sickly sweet.

"Well hello there, sweetheart. What can I do for you?" The man asked, pushing his guards out of his way to get a better look at the younger woman.

She giggled as she twirled a strand of her hair, "My husband and I couldn't help but notice the last piece. We were wondering if we could buy it now."

"That's our most expensive piece," The man spoke, his voice unsure as he stared down the couple.

"Money isn't a problem, right honey?" Mia asked, looking up at Bucky.

Bucky grinned as he shook his head, "Of course not, doll. My wife, I can never say no to her."

Mia giggled once again as she placed her hand on his chest. "What do you say, Mr. Aberdeen?"

— — —

Twenty minutes later Mia was chugging a small bottle of vodka. She groaned as she stared at Bucky, not noticing the blonde man in the corner watching them with interest, "I'm never kissing you again."

He smirked, "At least we got the information. And now you have some pretty artwork to hang in your apartment."

She scoffed as she wiped her lips, "You think they sell bleach here?"

"You know, back in the day, girls were lining up to kiss me."

"Shut up, fossil boy. You really need to up your kissing game. Did you really have to shove your tongue down my throat?"

"It sounded like you enjoyed it."

"That was the sound of me choking, you dick."

The blonde man across the room chuckled, deeply amused by the pair.

"Well, this was a bust. The only thing going on here is adultery," Mia sighed as they walked through the hallway.

"Isn't that a good thing? No one's getting shot, the mafia isn't involved and hydra hasn't done anything," Bucky asked.

"I guess. I would rather be shot than kiss you again though."

Bucky chuckled, "I have a gun."

"So do I, so unless you want your dick to be twenty feet away from your body, I'd shut the fuck up."

As they were walking out, Mia's phone began to ring. As soon as she answered it, she heard Tony yell, "Why was there a million dollar purchase on my card?!"

Mia chuckled, "Buck and I went shopping. I got this really pretty painting, you should see it, Tones."

The blonde man behind them smiled slightly. She liked his art.