Sorry Anyway ♡-- Dark Romance Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sexual Tension

--- Bucky's Point of View ---

I honestly couldn't figure her out and normally I can get an easy read on a person, she was both parts shy and very dominant, she was a very contrary person.

I knew, not sure how that she would be submissive willingly and let me take charge of everything.

"There you guys are..."

The voice made my very blood run cold, she didn't look at the front door of the restaurant, but her eyes were wide for a second than narrowed.

With a sigh I looked over and saw Vicky come walking over to us.

"I heard you were coming out to eat, I have always wanted to try this place..."

I had no idea what to do, how to respond.

Was this NORMAL behavior for women in this decade? Just come in and interrupt two people who were having lunch?

She sat down next to me.

Her cell phone rang and ignoring both me and Vicky she picked it up answering, she didn't talk just listen, I focused on her as her eyes widened and she shut the phone.

"You can finish my food if you like Vicky..."

"That's to many carbs eww..."

Vicky looked at her pate as is there was shit on it.

She smirked at Vicky and pulled out a $50 bill and set it on the table.

"Lunch is on me, I have to go, enjoy you two."

My jaw dropped as I watched her leave, having to stop myself from going after her like some primitive caveman.

"Did you take her to lunch because you felt sorry that she was always by herself?"

I looked at Vicky, at a loss for words to what an inappropriate and bitchy comment that was.

--- Your Point of View ---

(Next Day)

You had to quickly meet someone about your apartment, you were looking for some place new to live and it was slim picking around here.

Truthfully you were so uncomfortable with Vicky being there that you could feel your self esteem taking a hit, so you instantly took a chance to run.

You hadn't seen either Bucky or Vicky today - and Bucky didn't have your phone number, a part of you wondered if she worked his feminine wiles on him and they ended up hooking up.

And you were confused as to why that idea hurt you.

"Was he...did the date go alright?"

You turned in your chair, leaning against the desk behind you was Hawkeye.

"It wasn't a date, and it went fine."

Hawkeye looked confused for a second, then sighing he walked over and sat on the desk next to you.

"You need to be careful around him, he isn't...he has problems..."

"I've read his file Clint..."

He was the only Avenger you were comfortable with addressing by there first name. He had never caused you any harm, so in your eyes he was no threat.

"Still, I don't want to see you hurt..."

'Hes already hurt me more, I doubt he could do anything worse.' Your mind mocked.

"I'll keep that in mind. You haven't seen him today have you? And Vicky?"

"Oh Vicky called in sick, and I thought I saw Bucky a few hours ago."

"I must have missed him..."

He walked by you and pat your shoulder affectionately leaving out the front door.

You were working steady for the next few hours, focusing on work you decided to go to the basement file room. You were walking down the steps and when you got to the bottom a hand wrapped around your waist.

You were about to scream when you felt a bionic hand gently cover your mouth.

Your whole body felt on fire and sensitive, your heart was racing and adrenaline was flowing.

Bucky's lips gently pressed against your ear.

"That was very inappropriate leaving me like that..."

Slowly he removed the bionic hand from your mouth, moving it to wrap around you upper chest, pulling your back flush against his torso.

"I'm...I'm sorry Bucky..."

You were suddenly confronted by feelings that you couldn't explain and unsettled you to your core as you tried to work them out in your brain.

This man was a killer, he had literally killed your brothers, this man was a super soldier created by Hydra. You had watched him run, fight, and handle a gun and a knife - you could feel his power radiating off of him.

You were so incredibly turned on to the point you were getting dizzy and shaky, and you were so horrified by how sexually aroused you were that you felt like vomiting.

"Please don't hurt me..."

You whimpered.

"Oh love, do you really think I am a threat to you...do you really think I would harm you."

You had no answer to that. He held you in place, unmoving, sexual tension fucking palpable in the room.