"Why have you always got to be so...." Bucky was struggling to find the words to describe me as my chest heaved. "So annoying!" I was sick of him, his behaviour.
"Real creative, Bucky!" I laughed, throwing my arms in the air. I know he was best friends with Steve and they hadn't see each other in years, but I was his girlfriend, he hadn't seen me since 19 fucking 42, all I ever asked was for a tiny bit of attention, but whenever he got back from somewhere, he as always in a bad mood and ended up giving me short replies or no reply.
"More creative than you!" He argued and I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"All I want is the slightest bit of your attention!"
"You always want my attention!"
"I haven't seen you in 74 years, James, of course I want some attention!" My voice cracked, ripping though the new Avengers base. Bucky fell silent. I never called him 'James'. I stared him dead in the eye, scowling. "I waited 74 years to see you again! Maybe everyone was right!" I glared at him, swallowing thickly. "Maybe I should have just gotten on with my life! Without you!" I knew very well that the other Avengers were listening in. They were dotted around the building, but nearby.
"Doll-"
"No, you lost the right to give me any affectionate nickname, when you left me!" Bucky stared at me, all of the anger and frustration leaving his eyes.
"I didn't leave you-"
"So, telling me, when I was 18, that you wouldn't enlist, that you wanted to stay with me...and then doing the opposite, that wasn't leaving me?" I bit my cheek, bordering on furious. "Or when you stopped writing to me?" My shouting fell as I stepped closer to Bucky. "Or...oh I don't know...not telling me that you were going on some mission that you could die on, after having been captured by HYDRA the first time?" I clenched my jaw. "None of that was leaving me?" I shook my head, storming over to my messenger bag for college later today. I grabbed something from the pocket. "You know, I never left you." I shoved what was in my hand into Bucky's chest, the object rattling like metal clinking together.
"How did you...know all of that?"
"Because Steve told me. He told me everything after you fell from the train. Even gave me your tags." I swallowed thickly, trying not to cry. "Keep them, I clearly don't need them anymore. I should have listened to Loki years ago. I should have left the past, in the past."
"Who the hell's Loki?"
"Would have known if you were here." I smirked, glaring at him.
"I've been dealing with some mental trauma from being a human weapon!" Bucky snapped, causing me to step back in surprise with wide eyes. "Why'd you flinch?"
"You remember what you did as the Winter Soldier....right?" Bucky slowly nodded, wary of what I was going to say next. "So you remember that it wasn't only you with HYDRA?" He stared at me. "That you were sent after some people who had escaped? That you tried to kill them?" Bucky shook his head, slowly as Steve walked in with Natasha. "You don't remember trying to kill me? After you came this close to beheading me? You stabbed me four times! My own boyfriend! The only reason I even survived was because that little shit-" I pointed to the 16 year old Avenger who had just appeared from around the corner. "And his friend happened to be around the corner. And you know what, James, they did a lot more for me in the days I was in hospital, than you ever did."
"(Y/n), maybe you should calm down-"
"Calm down?! Steve! He lied to me, abandoned me, and then tried to kill me! And now he's pulling the trauma card as an excuse for not being a good boyfriend!" I whipped back around to see Bucky's guilty expression, heartbroken and surprised. "He was a shit boyfriend the moment he enlisted." I spat, turning away and grabbing my bag from the couch. I headed over to Peter, turning him round towards the main door by his shoulder. "Come on, Kid, let's get you to school." Peter nodded and followed me out to the car.
