Married for a mission

Hotel pt.2

Y/n's POV:

You know what? I'm tired of moody Bucket boy. I'm just gonna get this mission over with so I can go home.

Too bad it hasn't even started yet.

I get two scoops of (Your favorite ice cream) and walk in the opposite direction of Bucky.

While walking I see a park near the hotel and decide to go sit on the swing. As I start swinging I get a text. Fortunately, it's from Scott.

I'm glad I have someone I can talk to while I'm here.

While putting my phone back in my pocket I hear footsteps coming behind me.

I turn around quickly, holding my ice cream out like a sword.

"STOP!" I yell, searching for a face in the darkness.

"Put down the ice cream!" The figure joked, making their hands look like a gun. I recognized that voice. Bucky.

"Relax." He sighs, putting down his hands. I frown looking down at my ice cream.

"How did you find me?" I ask sitting back down at the swing.

"I'm 106 not blind." He laughs while sitting down at the swing next to me.

"Well, why are you here then?" I ask eating my ice cream.

"Because I wanted to say I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"Sorry for what? Being a moody baby?"

"OK, that's fair." He says nodding his head and taking a deep breath.

"Why don't you like me?" I ask, looking at him.

"I-, I don't know." He responds by playing with his hands.

"Well, you should figure that out." I declared.

After a few moments of silence, I got up after I finished up my ice cream and got behind Bucky who was still sitting on the swing.