Bucky Barnes, I hate you | Enemies to lovers

Chapter 4

We arrived in the living room, I went to the kitchen to get snacks while Nat set up a movie. I sat on the couch next to Nat to see what movie she chose.

"Nat! Not that again, you always choose that. We're watching something else," I tell her after I saw the TV screen.

"What's wrong with Grease! It's the best movie of all time," she answered back.

"I love that movie, but as I said, you always choose that movie. I can't watch it again, I'm gonna go crazy!" I said and she sighed. I took the remote from her and went on Disney +.

"Hey! It was my turn to pick the movie," she complained.

"Yeah, well you can't be trusted with that since you always choose the same movie," I said back. Someone entered the room and we both look at who it was.

"I heard you two arguing, what's going on?" Steve asked and he looked at the TV. "We're watching a movie, great," and he sat on the couch close to Nat. Maybe even too close to her.

"Steve, do you want to watch Grease with me?" Nat asked Steve with puppy eyes.

"Sure, why are you asking?" he said back to her.

"Oh cause miss here doesn't want to watch that movie," she looked at me with angry eyes. She got up and took Steve's hand. He got up and she led him to her room.

"Traitor!" I shouted at Steve.

"Sorry, I'll watch a movie with you next time," he apologized before arriving to Nat's room. They entered her room and closed the door behind.

" I guess I'm watching a movie on my own," I said just for myself.

"I'll watch it with you," he said from behind. I turn around to find Bucky standing there, half-naked. He was only wearing sweatpants and his hair was wet. He probably just took a shower. We could see scars on his upper body, on his abs. His abs... HIS ABS! Bucky's abs, that I was looking at for way too long.

"Ellie? Is everything okay? Am I distracting you?" He asked with a smirk on his lips.

"No, no, no. Hum, what did you say?" I tell him. He laughed and came to sit next to me on the couch.

"I'll watch a movie with you," he repeated. He took the remote from my hands leaving me a little speechless.

"What are we watching?" He asked. I tried to find an answer but nothing could leave my mouth. "Unless you don't want me to watch it with you," he says.

"No, it's fine. I don't know what we could watch." I answered. He went back on Netflix and looked for a movie. A million questions formed in my head. I needed answers.

"What did you mean?" I asked looking straight into his blue eyes.

"Ellie, when you ask questions, you need to be more specific. I'm the one who doesn't know what you mean right now," he tells me without keeping his eyes off the TV screen.

"When you said you didn't hate me. What did you mean?" I repeated. He sighed and looked at me.

"That I don't, Ellie. I just don't hate you. What did you mean when you said you didn't hate me?" He answered. Now I was the one who looked stupid.

"That I don't hate you either. But why, what changed? Why all of a sudden you're being nice to me. I'm not complaining, it's just, I don't know, weird. Since we never really have civilized conversations, it feels weird talking like we're actual friends," I told him.

"Well first, nothing changed. I'm just tired of fighting and arguing all the time. I just thought we should try the being friends thing that everyone tried to make us do. But not forced. Not after someone tells us that we should become friends. Just because we want to. God, this makes no sense, I don't even understand myself." he told me. Friends, that sounded nice.