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| Reintroduction |

Hey, besties― I hope you're all keeping well :)

Warning(s): some strong language, angst but ends wholesomely 

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"You could've gotten hurt, Y/N!" Bucky barked, as you approached the Quinjet.

"But I didn't, Barnes. Don't get your panties in a twist." You replied dryly.

As you passed him by to board the jet home, Bucky grabbed your arm but you yanked it out of his grasp. "What were you fucking thinking, Y/N," Bucky snarled, "you could've compromised the whole mission."

You laughed mockingly, rolling your eyes, "But I didn't. The mission's complete and now we're going home, James."

You continued onto the Quinjet, fuming after your interaction with Bucky. You never fully understood why he was always so hostile with your interactions. Ever since he joined the team, he did everything in his power to be an inconvenience to you. Steve thinks that Bucky is being defensive. Whatever it is, he didn't need to be a dick about it.

Once you arrived back at the compound, you made your way to the medical wing to have the team look you over for any injuries. Thankfully, Bucky kept his pretty-boy mouth closed for the entire trip back; it wouldn't have taken much from him to set you on a rampage.

"Wait... pretty-boy mouth," you thought to yourself, "where did that come from?"

Your thoughts were interrupted by Bucky barking, "Y/N! Be in the meeting room in 15 minutes. We're gonna work on the mission report."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there," you spat in response.

The medical team found nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. You thanked them as you headed to your room to grab your laptop. Missions with Bucky weren't so bad in theory; he did his job and did it well... it's when he'd run his mouth or question your decisions when in the middle of a fight that always threw you off. The worse part was always the mission reports, though. You don't think you've ever seen Bucky file one. You sighed as you walked to the meeting room, preparing for the next few hours of torture.

"You're late, as to be expected," Bucky announced as you walked through the door.

You nudge the room door closed and then took a seat at the table. You gave him a sarcastic smile, "Hard to work if I didn't have my laptop, James."

You noticed Bucky wince at the use of his first name but he quickly returned his apathetic look. "Aw, no need to get all defensive, doll," he sneered.

You rolled your eyes, "Listen, I don't want to fight. Let's just try and get this report done."

"You got somewhere to be?"

You raised your eyebrows at Bucky, "Is that any of your business?"

Bucky stayed quiet. The last thing you wanted to do after a mission was to go out, but he really liked to know what you were up to all the time.

Hours passed and you were still sitting in the meeting room, only leaving your seat to use the bathroom. Bucky had been sitting at the other end of the table writing in a notebook the entire time. You let out a sigh of frustration, "I don't know why you bothered meeting here if I'm the one doing all the work on this mission report."

Bucky's eyes shifted from the pages of the notebook to meet yours, "Well, I think it makes sense. I do all the work out on the field, and you do all the work on the report."

Your mouth fell open, "I cannot believe you just said that. I work my ass off when I do mission work."

Bucky scoffed, a mocking grin on his face, "Okay, doll, whatever you say."