𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ||

09

Bucky Barnes.

I have to tell her.

There's no way I can keep this on without telling her how I really feel. It's been tourture having to go to sleep on my own after we have sex each night, and all the sneaking around is getting old.

There's no doubt that she's going to rub this in my face every second of every day once I tell her though. I can practically hear her taunting me now.

The next morning, I decide today's the day I'll confess. It takes a shit ton of pep talks and prayers before I get the courage to even open my bedroom door.

There, on the landing, I see her talking to Steve. She's wearing these pyjama shorts that barely cover her ass and this tank top that's so thin, it allows anyone to see her nipples when they peak up.

Of course Steve's the one getting the first hand view.

Although I can't hear what they're saying, she seems to be smiling and laughing a bunch. Steve hasn't told me that he likes her, but I can really tell that he does. He acts the same way with Natasha, and we all know he's got a huge crush on her.

Y/N catches my eye and she finishes off her conversation with Steve before walking over to me quickly.

She then grabs my metal arm and pulls me over to the corner of the hallway, where nobody could hear us.

"I need to talk to you." She says.

"I need to talk to you."

Her face screws up for a moment before she shakes it off. "We'll say it together."

"On three." I nod. "One."

"Two."

"Three."

"We need to stop this." She blurts.

"I like you." I overlap her.

"What?" We both say in unison.

"Wait, you like me?" Y/N asks.

"And you want to stop." I chuckle to myself. "Of course."

"Wait, the only reason I wanted to stop was because I started to like you too." She smiles at me softly and my eyebrows pinch together.

"Really?"

"Yeah." She looks at me with those big eyes of hers. "I always knew you liked me." Y/N teases.

"Am I that obvious?" I joke.

"You're very obvious." She laughs. "So, does this mean no more sneaking around and lying?"

"Exactly." I answer. I know it's wrong, but my eyes drift over to her boobs for about the 100th time this week. The air in the hallway is cold so her nipples are prominent, making me lick my lips slightly.

"My eyes are up here." She taps the side of my cheek.

"Right, sorry." I chuckle. "What are you doing tonight?" I may or may not be planning to really claim her when it gets dark.

"I'm meeting up someone." She replies, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Who?"

"Erik, you wouldn't know him." She shrugs.

"Why are you meeting up with him?"

"He's just my friend, chill out. Are you always this overprotective?"

"Yes." I answer bluntly. "Why are you meeting up with him?" I repeat my question and she sighs.

"We're just hanging out, don't worry."