God, I hate You

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a few hours later, i sat in my room. sobbing. sobbing was an understatement, i was a mess. if i had picked up that damn phone then maybe, just maybe. he'd still be pestering me right now, but no. i decided to be a stuck up bitch and not pick up the phone. one text back, one text could've stopped it.

i pulled the covers over my head, and clenched my eyes shut. trying to fall asleep and forget, there were no tears left for me to cry. they were all used up. my door was tightly shut and locked. everyone had gone out, god knows where. to see bucky's dead body? to tell fury? some of them didn't even seem affected, steve and nat seemed to be the most upset, although i hadn't seen them cry. scott looked the same, he didn't seem upset or happy.

"y/n" pietro whispered, i opened my eyes to look up at him leaning over the bed.
"what?" i groaned, pulling the covers over my head. he pulled the covers off me and yanked me out of the bed.
"you have been asleep for too long. get up" he said softly, before walking out.
"twat" i whispered, before jumping back into my bed.

hours passed, well it felt like days. my eyes were sore from all the damn crying that i had done. i sat beside the window, a warm cup of tea in my hands as i listened to the rain outside. the raindrops splattered against the window, racing eachother to the bottom. i smiled sadly to myself when i remembered the time when bucky had introduced himself whilst i was sitting in this exact position. i had been very hostile to him, considering how i thought he had killed my sister. my head was banging, i grabbed some paracetamol and chugged it down with some water before pulling my trainers on and heading out. nothing cleared my head better than a walk in the rain.

the puddles splashed under my shoes, the sound of rain hitting my hood was the only sound i could hear. my hands were freezing, i considered heading to stephen and wong, but for once, i wasn't in the mood to see them. i walked to the park and took a seat on the bench, wiping the water off terribly with my sleeve before sitting down. i was enveloped in my own thoughts before i heard footsteps coming towards me. i looked up to see some random dude,
"hey, i was just wondering if i could get your number?" he asked, holding his phone out. i stared at him, one of my eyebrows raised. i was literally some random girl, sitting on a bench with the reddest eyes on the planet and this idiot asks for my number.
"fuck off" i said sourly, turning my head away from him. he called me a bitch under his breath before turning away,
"prick" i whispered, before standing up and walking back in the direction of the compound.

i walked past a bunch of small shops, looking into them as i passed. my eyes caught onto a small basket filled to the brim with plums. i chewed my lip and shook my head as i stared at them. if he were here, bucky would probably have bought all of them, hell i would've bought them for him.
"could i get a few?" i asked the shopkeeper who stood inside. she gave me a soft smile and threw a few in a bag for free. i thanked her and headed back out, taking in a big breath of the cool air which burned my nostrils.

"hey" i murmured to everyone as i got in, not even looking at them. i kicked my shoes off and threw my wet coat on the floor.
"hey doll" a voice spoke. i froze on the spot and lifted my head slowly to see bucky standing there, a crooked smile on his face. everyone stood behind him, looking scared. they quickly walked away and into the lift, leaving me standing with him alone.
"miss me?" he smirked. my eye twitched,
"how dare you. how fucking dare you" i hissed. bucky's smirk fell when he saw how angry i was. my hand slipped into the bag filled with the fruit i had bought, i held onto one and chucked it at him, followed by another and another. he dodged them and slapped them away, some hitting his face. bucky walked up to me and grabbed the bag out of my hand whilst wiping the plum juice off his face. just as he was about to speak, my hand slapped him face harshly.
"i deserved that" he said, pressing his lips together. i slapped him again,
"okay maybe not that one" he scoffed, just as i was about to slap him again, his hand grabbed my wrist and set it down.
"you're such a dick" i scoffed, "they told me you were dead".
"well i made them" he shrugged.
"why? why the hell would you?" i asked angrily.
"wanted to see if you'd miss me. trust me i feel bad about it now" he said softly.
"god you're such a fucking stupid fucking dick. i hate you" i said, anger flowing through my words.
"yeah okay, i hate you too" he smiled, his hand rested against my cheek as he leaned in.

i pushed him away,
"what do you think this is? some kind of romance movie. fucking twat" i muttered, turning around and walking back to my room.

bucky's pov
"..fucking twat" she murmured under her breath before walking to the lift. i pressed my lips together, clearly she hadn't lost her spark.
"she'll get over it soon" pietro murmured behind me, patting my shoulder.
"how soon is soon?" i asked, realisation that i was a fucking idiot was hitting me.
"give it a few weeks" pietro nodded, a big smile on his face.
"she'll hate you too, you told her i was dead" i informed him. he froze and scratched the back of his neck,
"shit".

a/n: IM SORRY i had to upload another chapter cause i felt bad😭😩