Why Do You Hate Me? - Bucky Barnes
712 Words
You had been part of the avengers for two years now. You got along well with everyone. You were a happy, bubbly person and everyone loved you. Well, that was until Steve brought home Bucky.
Bucky was very secluded, he kept himself to himself. As time went on he opened up more and more to everyone, everyone except you. You had no idea why but it was apparent that Bucky hated you.
When you were all eating dinner together he would scowl at you, when you would ask for help he would always reply with a simple 'no'. You had no idea what you could have possibly done to piss him off so much.
"Right we're all going out and you need to make sure that Bucky eats." Steve said to you as you scrolled through your phone.
"That's right, you're on baby sitting duties tonight." Tony laughed.
"Why does it have to be me, you know he hates me." You moaned.
"It's your turn." Tony replied.
"Bye!" They all shouted leaving the building before you could say anything else.
You groaned as you made you way into the kitchen to make Bucky something to eat.
Once you had made his sandwich you made your way to his room.
"Bucky." You said knocking on the door. No reply.
"Bucky!" You shouted at the top of your lungs.
"What do you want." Bucky groaned opening the door shirtless.
"I made you a sandwich." You said staring at his exposed chest.
"I don't want it." He said walking over to his bed.
"You have to eat." You stated walking into his room.
"I'll eat when I want to eat now leave."
"Why do you hate me so much." You exclaimed slamming the plate down on his dresser. "I'm nothing but nice to you and all I get in return is you being a goddamn d**k!"
"Well maybe it's because you walk around this house all happy and s**t. Everyone loves you, you can't have one conversation with someone without them brining your name into it!" He shouted back walking up to you so you were pretty much chest to chest.
"I can't help that can I. It's not my fault Bucky, that's my personality and I don't make people talk about me! All I hear is 'Bucky's getting so much better, oh Bucky's finally opening up' Just Bucky,Bucky,Bucky!"
You looked down at your phone to see that Steve was calling.
"Hello." You answered the phone not moving, still chest to chest with Bucky.
"How's everything." Steve asked
"Oh it's perfect, stuck in a house with someone that hates me. What could go wrong." You said sarcastically.
"He doesn't hate you, it's actually the opposite. He's gonna kill me for saying that." You looked up to Bucky to see the angry face he was pulling was replaced by a blush across his cheeks, he had heard Steve.
"I've got to go." You said hanging up the phone. "What does he mean."
"You know what I'm sick of pretending." Bucky said running his hand through his hair and stepping away from you. "I'm sick of walking around the place and pretending I don't have feelings for you. The moment I walked through that goddam door and saw you I knew, I f*****g knew you would be the death of me. The fact that your constantly happy, you always have a smile on that pretty little face of yours. It's infuriating." He ranted.
You stood there confused. The tone of his voice made it seem like he was insulting you but he was doing to exact opposite.
"What do you mean?" You asked. It felt like you had the wind knocked out of you.
"I like you okay, I like you a lot and it's killing me knowing I'll never have a chance with you." Bucky sighed sitting on his bed.
"Why don't you have a chance." You asked sitting down next to him.
"Because you're you and I'm me." He mumbled. "You're so beautiful and I'm an ex assassin."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You asked in almost a whisper.
"And be rejected, no thanks." Bucky laughed sarcastically.
"You wouldn't have been rejected, idiot." You laughed a little.
Bucky looked at you shocked and confused.
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