Roommates

Hi, James

Standing in between his friends and teammates Steve tried to get Bucky to calm down. Not giving a damn about making friends anymore the completely drenched and pissed off former assassin quickly stood up from where he was sitting in the living room ready to murder Sam and Pietro. Bucky was so angry they had him slipping into Russian as he yelled at them. "Тебе повезло, что я еще не перерезал тебе глотку во сне! Continuing to throw out all of the colorful ways that he could kill and hide their bodies as he stabbed a finger from a laughing Pietro over to a grinning Sam. (You're lucky I haven't already slit your throats in your sleep!)

"Я знаю, что есть все способы убить человека, и ты хочешь тянуть это дерьмо?" Taking another menacing step forward he was stopped by his friends' firm hands on his upper arms. "Get out of my way, Rogers. I'm gonna teach these jokers a lesson." (I know every way there is to kill a man and you want to pull this shit?)

"Not until you relax. It was just a joke, Buck." At his death glare his best friend shrunk back a little. Alright, maybe Steve could admit that the other two might have taken it too far. He also made a mental note; water balloons and Buck did not mix. Clearly Bucky wasn't in the mood for Steve playing mediator today.

Telling the other two to beat it he kept a grip on his best friend and directed him out of the living room and down the hall to the kitchen where he could grab him a towel. Handing Buck one he watched as he wiped off his face before running it over his sopping wet hair. Tossing it onto the counter when he was done Bucky pulled at his soaked shirt not liking the way the material clung to his skin, but unwilling to take it off. He didn't like the scars that were still there on his chest and back. Shuri had been able to remove most of them when she replaced his arm, but she couldn't get them all.

This was it. After five months of Sam and Pietro's bullshit he'd finally had enough. Getting to the point he told Steve straight out. "I'm moving out of the Tower. I can't live here with them anymore. Those two are worse than children. Hell, we have a kid on the team and he's more mature than they are!" At the shocked expression on his best friend's face Bucky slightly softened down his agitated tone. "Come on, Steve, you had to know this was coming."

Leaning back against the counter across from him Steve nodded as crossed his arms and sighed. Resigned to the fact that no matter what he said or did his two male best friends just didn't mesh well. "No, I know. I just wish you guys could get along. You and Sam are so similar that I thought you'd hit it off."

"That's sort of hard to do when I tried to kill him. Several times. Not to mention he was arrested, thrown in a secret prison and had to go on the run because of me for two years. The resentment kind of lingers, ya know." He smirked at the first memory he had of the bird brian. The look on Sam's face when he'd ripped his steering wheel right out of his hands on the highway. He might regret a lot, but that particular memory tickled him to no end.

He could see Steve getting ready to defend his past like he usually did. He appreciated it but he needed to stop. It happened and there was no sugar coating it or erasing it just because he'd been brainwashed. Cutting off any reply he butted in with a raised hand. "Before you say it, I know it wasn't me. It was Winter. But his face is my face, Steve. The problem is that Sam sees me everyday and he knows that's not me anymore but it's hard to push past it. I get it cause I'm having a hard time pushing past it myself."

"What about the terms of your pardon?" He asked, struggling to think of ways to keep Bucky close. "You're supposed to be in physical contact with one of us every day. If you move then that might not always be possible. I don't want you being put in The Raft because of a slip up." He'd taken care of this part already knowing every argument Steve would make before he made it.