Plot: You and Bucky hate each other. Almost any time you’re together you end up fighting. It often turns into explosive fights, and the team is sick of it. But neither of you care. So you, nor Bucky do anything to rectify the problem. Especially Bucky. He uses a nickname for you that he knows makes you angrier than anything. And then…Something interesting happens.
Note: This is a two part series. It was supposed to be just a oneshot, but I felt like it was a little long for just one part. Either way, I wrote it all together so there will automatically be a link at the bottom for part two. Enjoy. ;)
When you woke up, you automatically had the instinct to not open your eyes.
“Oh gosh, do not tell me that this is happening to me right now,” you thought to yourself as you continued to keep the will to keep your damn eyes closed, and to numb every sense in your body.
The second one was impossible.
You knew that the blankets that you were currently under were not yours. You knew that the direction of the sunlight that you could see through your closed lids was not hitting your face from the correct side. And you definitely couldn’t turn your senses off enough to not feel the dip in the bed to your left, to not hear the light steady breaths, or feel his body heat.
Fuck.
You slowly, and regrettably pried your left eye open. And sure enough, there he was. Bucky fucking Barnes laid right next to you just as clothed as you currently were. (You were naked).
You slowly, and stealthily slid out of bed finding your underwear first. Thank goodness.
You realized that your clothes were thrown all over the room. Next was your leather pants, one sock, and BINGO! Finally, your shirt across the room. It was like a treasure hunt, or a game of ‘Where’s Waldo’ for your clothes.
You grabbed your shoes, deciding that it was not worth it to use up borrowed time to put them on.
As you turned the doorknob and looked behind you, you noticed that he was beginning to wake up.
Shit.
For a good five seconds you froze staring at each other like deer in headlights. Especially since you saw Bucky coming to the shocking realization that what he thought had happened, happened not even 8 hours ago.
But neither of you said anything. So, you just walked out of the room, narrowing your eyes as a silent message.
We never speak about this.
…
You sat in the kitchen of the compound staring blankly at your toast. You were hungry. At least a little bit.
And you knew that you needed to hydrate with that big glass of orange juice in front of you.
You weren’t one for hangovers; you’ve never even had one in your life. But you could definitely feel the dehydration setting in after all of the drinking you had been doing … Actually come to think about it you only had two drinks. You just ended up sweating a lot…
“DAMN IT!” You exclaimed, chucking the glass across the room.
“Okay, I am not cleaning that up,” Sam stated as he walked into the kitchen.
You didn’t even respond. You just stayed silent, only acknowledging him with a quick nod.
You could tell that he was pretty hungover. His eyes were half open, and he had a hand to his head indicating a nasty headache. The sound of glass shattering against a nearby wall probably didn’t help either.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, half-assed.
“Fine,” You replied, through gritted teeth.
“Why would anything be wrong?”
He narrowed his eyes at you, realizing that you had used up the rest of the juice by as a makeshift baseball. So, he settled for a water bottle to take back to his room. You knew that you would not be seeing him anytime soon until tomorrow.
“Steve,” Sam sighed at Steve walking in while Sam was on his way back to his room.
“Maybe you can fix her. She’s malfunctioning. Maybe put her in some rice, or something.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed. You wanted to laugh, but you were in too bad of a mood for that.
“Hey, Y/N. Everything alright?”
“Hey!” You replied, trying to sound chipper. You immediately realized that you definitely seemed like you were overcompensating.
He rested his arms on the counter across from you giving you the ‘don’t give me that bullshit’ look.
Steve really did know you that way. He was like an older brother to you. But as much as your appreciated that type of closeness to someone, you really hated the fact that you couldn’t lie to this guy.
“Listen, it’s not big deal.”
“Y/N,” he replied.
“Don’t act like most of us didn’t know you pulled a disappearing act on us. We literally sent you and Bucky to go get something together and neither of you came back. And now you really don’t seem like yourself. Did something happen that we don’t know about?”
You continued to stare at him, feeling your eye begin to twitch.
Do you tell him? Do you lie?
What to do, what to do, dear God…
“Hey, Steve did you find th—”
There it was. That familiar voice that you dreaded to hear, walked into the open space that you and Steve shared.
“Why now?” you thought.
He paused when he saw you. Probably thinking the exact same thing that you were.
And then…You started to feel something much worse than anything you could have imagined to feel on this morning. Something so much worse than regret, or disdain for who was standing in front of you. In fact, you would have settled for the worst hangover that ever existed in all of history instead of this.
…You felt your pathetic little heart flutter.
“Oh hell no,” you shuddered, shooting up as though the chair had turned into an electric chair.
You then realized that you had actually blurted those words out, out loud. Had it not been for Steve’s eye raise, you might not have even noticed.
“Okay,” Steve said in a firm tone. The type of tone that parents used to scold their children when they weren’t acting right. Granted, you weren’t his children. And you definitely weren’t like fighting siblings. Especially after what had happened last night.
“You two need to work out whatever the hell is going on. This animosity that you have against each other is going too far.”
If only he knew.
You and Bucky continued to stare each other down.
Steve of course couldn’t bear the silence.
“You two got into one of your stupid fights again last night didn’t you? That’s why you both disappeared, right?”
Neither of you broke away from the staring match.
“You know what?” He continued.
He suddenly walked over towards you, grabbed you by the upper arm, and pulled towards Bucky.
He then grabbed Bucky by the collar of his t-shirt and continued to drag you to the home theatre.
Like children.
He then practically threw you in there, turned on the light and said,
“Neither of you are getting out of here until you work it out. Everyone here is sick of your shit, and you two seem nowhere near resolving it on your own.”
You were so angry, you felt your body begin to grow numb.
This was not happening today of all days.
“I’ll open the door and let you out once I figure you’ve had enough time to find common ground.”
You turned to Bucky, who’s jawline was tightening more and more by the second. If Winter Soldier stares could kill, Steve would be a dead man right now.
Steve shut the door, and you could hear a locking sound from the outside.
“He…There’s a lock on the outside too?” You exclaimed.
“Y/N,”
“Aren’t you a fucking super soldier? Just kick the door down!”
“We both know there’s no use of that. He’ll find a way to trap us both again into the same situation,” he stated.
Why did he have to make sense?
You rolled your eyes.
“Hey listen,” he groaned.
“I’m not much happier about this situation than you are.”
“Really?” you sighed.
“Is that what you thought last night?”
“Interesting words for someone who kissed me first?”
You gasped.
You had actually forgotten about that part. In fact…until that moment you had totally blocked out the part of the story that happened before you ended up in bed together. Now you were at a loss for words.
“I…But you…”
“Oh you’re as much to blame as I am, sweetheart.”
You furiously made your way over to him and cornered him.
“Don’t you dare call me sweetheart again.”
