God, I hate You

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"why are you limping?" pietro asked, taking a bite from the bagel which he had in his hand. steve and tony looked up from across the room to watch as i tried to walk normally, obviously failing.
"you look like a constipated penguin y/n. what happened?" tony asked as he walked over and helped me stand straight.
"nothing, i fell on my ankle" i shrugged, the three men nodded but before they could go back to what they were doing before, a voice spoke up.
"she jumped out of a window and onto a car" bucky said. i span around and scowled at him, then turned around to see the three guys staring at me angrily, so i gave them a little smile.

after being forced to see bruce to check to see if i had any injuries, i lay on my bed, watching tv.
"you okay?" a voice asked, i turned my head to see bucky standing at the door, watching me intently.
"since when did you care?" i murmured and switched the channel. bucky ignored the question and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bandage wrapped around my torso, which was revealed slightly under my shirt.
"does it hurt?"
i shook my head, "what do you want barnes?".
he shuffled on the bed a bit and stared down at his metal hand,
"just wanted to say thanks for the help" he stated.
"you already did yesterday"
"oh i forgot" he said. i shook my head,
"just cause i helped you out, doesn't mean we're friends" i said bluntly. he scoffed and stood up,
"i know".

a few days later

"what is wrong with bucky?" pietro asked as he walked in with a towel around his neck. both of us were in the middle of talking shit about the metal armed maniac.
"he hasn't been screwed in decades" i shrugged. we both stared at eachother and then burst out laughing, the both of us sounding like hyenas. after calming down and hanging out with pietro for hours. i walked out of his bedroom at around 1am. as i was going to my room, in the corner of my eye i saw bucky with someone else in his room. i peeped in a little bit, to see that he was shirtless...and so was the girl he had wrapped around his torso. they were making out like crazy and i could feel yesterday's dinner climbing up my throat. after shuddering with disgust, i walked into my room and closed the door as tightly as i could.

for some shit reason, bucky and i had to go back to the building i found the previous files at, to collect a few more. i lay down, trying to get to sleep but all i could hear was bucky and the girl in his bedroom getting at it.
"oh my fucking god" i shouted and threw a pillow at my bedroom door. it went quiet for a split second but then resumed, i groaned and squished a pillow over my head, trying to drown out the sound. let's just say, tonight was going to be a torturous one and the morning was going to be even worse.

around twenty minutes passed and there was still noise coming from his room.
"fuck this" i murmured and grabbed my pillow and blanket. looking like a child, i made my way out of my bedroom. i walked around a bit and found myself outside of nats room.
"what's wrong?" she whispered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"can i stay here until the morning?" i asked.
"why what happened?" she asked, looking behind me.
"bucky's having sex and it's really loud" i whined. nats eyes widened but she opened the door and put an arm around my shoulders as we fell onto her bed.