Bucky Barnes Imagines

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summary: you and bucky hate each other

a/n: SMUT CHAPTERS AFTER THIS SO BE PREPARED BABIES

***

You and Bucky Barnes hate each other.

Scratch that, you absolutely despise each other.

''Do you ever shut the fuck up?'' he complained.

''Can you two please get along for two seconds.'' Sam walked in shirtless, only pants on and still slightly wet from his shower.

''Looking good Sam.'' you placed a hand on his shoulder and momentarily stopped beside him before strutting out of the room. Bucky clenched his jaw while Sam watched you walk out.

''Get your asses ready, we leave in 10 minutes.'' you called behind you and slammed your door.

***

You subtly rolled your eyes as the target tried to flirt with you. ''I'd love t'take y'back t'mine.'' he slurred and slammed the glass down on the bar, his drink splashing in the cup. He reached out and cupped your cheek. You tried not to grimace, the music thumping through your ears, his breath that just reeked of alcohol and the heat of the room making you feel a little sick.

''Get off her.'' Bucky's voice filled your ears as he grabbed the target's wrist and twisted, making him let go of you.

''Bucky!'' you grabbed his shoulder ''What the fuck!?''

***

''What the fuck was that Barnes?'' Nick's voice was loud and Bucky's was quiet, you could tell they were both angry, one just expressed it more.

''He touched her.'' he stated blankly.

''That does not mean you intervene. Y/n is perfectly capable and we both know it. I need you to stop acting like her father before some innocent people get hurt.'' there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, he sighed before he spoke ''Dismissed.'' and not even a few seconds later the door to his office flew open and slammed shut. Bucky stormed past you and into his room, slamming his door as well.

Later after dinner, Steve made you and Bucky do the washing up. You had just finished scrubbing the dishes and you were now drying your hands off, preparing to help Bucky with putting them away.

''So are we gonna talk about earlier?'' your back was to him as you dried your hands.

''Nope.'' he sighed.

''Look Bucky, I'm willing to have a civil and mature conversation for once. I just wanna know what that was.'' you faced him and leaned against the counter.

''What what was?'' he asked, pretending to be clueless.

''You know what I'm talking about.''

''I don't.''

''The club, you stormed over and broke his wrist.'' you crossed your arms over your chest.

''He touched you.''

''Yeah, I know that but-''

''Oh my god, just shut up for once, you're always sticking your nose in other people's business.'' he cut you off.

''What is your problem?'' you shouted.

''You! You're my problem!'' he shouted back.

''How? I didn't even do anything to you! You're the one being a pain in the ass all the time for no fucking reason.''

''Shut the fuck up.'' he warned you.

''No! What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?'' you continued.

''Enough, Y/n.'' he warned you again.

''Just tell me and-''

He grabbed the side of your face and smashed his lips to yours. You were utterly shocked for a couple of seconds until you kissed back. Your lips moved in unison with his. His hands found purchase on the dip of your waist. Butterflies swarmed your stomach as he deepened the kiss.

When he pulled away your cheeks were flushed, there was no air in your lungs and you were dizzy. ''I don't hate you.'' is all he said before he disappeared into his room.

You finished the dishes by yourself, still in shock of what had happened.

***

''Can't you two just be friends?'' Bruce asked during dinner the next day. You didn't respond and waited for Bucky to respond.

''We'll never be friends.'' he said, Natasha eyed him as he stared down at his food, just the same as you.

''Just fuck already then.'' Steve huffed. Everyone stared at him ''What? You know I'm right.''

''We're not friends, we're not dating and we definitely aren't fuck buddies.'' you explained.

''Exactly.'' Bucky agreed with you for once in his life.

''Yeah, we're nothing.'' you continued, you saw Bucky staring at you from the corner of your eye and heard him quietly sigh.

''Yep, nothing at all.'' he huffed and raised his glass to his lips.

''That's not what I saw last night.'' Sam spoke up. Bucky's eyes widened as he choked on his water while everyone stared at you.

''What did you see last night Sammy?'' Tony requested as he planted his elbows on the table and his chin in between his palms.

Sam took a long sip of his drink before answering, ignoring your warning looks from across the table ''I saw those two,'' he pointed at you and Bucky, who was still choking ''kiss.'' he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a smug smile plastered across his face.

''I hate you.'' you groaned as you placed your head on the table, face down.

''Don't lie, you love me.''