God, I hate You

-6-

"i should kill him"
"you can't kill him"
"it'll be an 'accident', i'll hire one of those big cranes with a magnet and accidentally drive it near him" i explained. bruce chuckled and shook his head,
"well as much as i'd love to discuss our murder plan for him, i have to go train with the devil himself, later bruce!" i chirped, giving him a wave as i headed to the training room.
"your murder plan" he muttered.

bucky stood there talking to steve, the two deep in conversation. i strutted over to steve and gave him a big smile, not even casting a glance at bucky.
"hi steve".
"hey y/n" steve replied with a crooked smile.
"wanna train with me?" i asked, mentally crossing my fingers that he'd say yes.
"yeah sure-" steve began saying before a voice interjected.
"actually, i'm training with steve" bucky interrupted. well clearly he didn't want to train with me either. i turned to face him,
"it's rude to interrupt" i stated before walking off to find pietro.
"piet you're training with me". i said cheerfully.
"nope y/n. you're with barnes" tony suddenly said, walking through the door.
"fine" i said through gritted teeth.

the room emptied with bucky and i standing at opposite sides. being left alone in a room was becoming a regular thing.
"we gonna do this or what?" bucky asked, breaking the silence. i said nothing and picked up the roll of fabric, wrapping it around my knuckles before throwing it to bucky and nodding at the punching bags.
"what? you're too scared to fight me?" he scoffed, picking up the tape. i looked at him, my head tilting to the side. the nerve of this man.

"i'm not scared of you" i said bluntly. he walked up to me, the roll of fabric being gripped in his metal hand.
"then what are you scared of?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of me as an act of intimidation.
"my fears are none of your concern" i muttered before walking onto the mat.
"let's go then" i said ushering him along. he nodded and walked up to me. both of us not making the first move.

suddenly his normal fist came flying in my direction, i dodged it and took the chance to grab his fist and knee him in the stomach.
"oh we're actually hurting eachother". he said, confusion laced in his voice.
"you've done it before, so you can do it again".
"i've already told you i'm sorry. fuck it wasn't even me who did it" he spat with a glare.
"excuses" i mumbled, before dodging his metal fist.
the fight continued, him throwing me to the ground, me doing the same. both of us throwing punches as if our lives depended on it. by the end of it, his lip was bleeding and so was my nose and the scratch on my cheek. he had won, but he's a super soldier, so his win didn't count. bucky stared down at me, after a second, he walked to the side to wipe his face, not even offering to pull me up, well i wouldn't of accepted his help anyway. after pulling myself off the ground, i shoved past him whilst wiping my bloody nose with the back of my hand and made my way to my bedroom.

once i got to my bedroom, i dashed to the shower. the hot water coated my skin, the steam engulfing the entire bathroom. after showering, i pulled on my pyjama bottoms and a shirt, before beginning to search for my hoodie. before i could put it on, there was a knock at the door.
"come in!".