You're an idiot // Winterfalcon

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"Shit" I cursed running a hand through my hair. Sam had run upstairs and into his room, slamming the door of course.

"I can't believe you just said that to him." Natasha said coming down the stairs smirking.

"What are you so smiley about!" I said annoyed, "Your best friend is upset, shouldn't you be in there comforting him? Isn't that what you do?"

"Clearly you don't know a thing about Sam." Natasha said laughing, "he's in there either breaking down or throwing stuff at his wall pretending it's your head. He doesn't want or need me speaking to him right now, he'll speak when he's cooled down."

"Well there's no reason for you to be up then, so shove off."

"Hey, I'm just trying to understand the situation-"

"Well you shouldn't, what happened last week is between me and Sam. And surely if you can tease him about the situation you know exactly what happened. Because of course you guys wouldn't make fun of someone if you didn't understand right?" I said pushing past Natasha wanting to head to my own room.

"You can't run from how you feel Buck."

"I'm pretty sure I can." I spat returning to my own room and slamming the door also.

Honestly you can't do anything in this place. Everything is watched by someone, whether it's Nat, Tony, Steve any of them they meddle in stuff that isn't to be meddled in.

Last week was a mistake, a mistake I could never take back.

- - - -

"Stupid Bucky." I said throwing a dart at my wall. Don't ask why I have darts, I just do mainly for situations like this.

I had run out and walked forward to collect them from the wall when I stepped on something sharp.

"Ow motherfucker!" I hissed lifting my foot off the sharp object.

"What the-" I said bending down and picking the object up. It was a sliver cufflink, one that wasn't mine for sure. I don't wear silver, gold looks better on me. I pondered on the piece of metal for a moment before realising who's it was and dropping it with disgust plastered all over my face.

"That bloody man!" I shouted throwing the cufflink rather harshly into the bin. Even when I was mad at him the universe found a way to remind me of last week. One of the few things in life I regret.

I completely forgot about the darts, which were still embedded in my wall and sat down on my bed. Even that was a reminder of what happened. It hurt more hearing the words come out of his mouth just minutes ago, a part of me had hoped it wasn't just a one night stand and it could've led to something more.

I mean I can't lie it was the most conscious thing I'd done that night for sure. And that's what scared me the most, the fact that I wanted Bucky and the fact that I still do. I mean like I said who wouldn't like having a super soldiers six inches inside them... and he could've gone further I tell you.

But the cufflink is as definitely his. I remember seeing him unbuckle them before taking off his shirt which was agonizing in the moment of course as it took so long.

We were so dressed up because that night was Steve's birthday so of course I wanted to get black out drunk and seemingly so did Bucky unfortunately. And one thing led to another and he was ripping my clothes off in this very room.

Everyone got a laugh out of it for sure, and when I say a laugh I mean a continuous one for the past week. It was never ending. I couldn't make a comment without them mentioning Bucky after every single word.

It started at breakfast that morning when Wanda and Pietro were making hangover pancakes, some recipe their mum taught them.

All I said was Loki can you pass the cream.

Seems pretty reasonable to me! I just wanted some cream on my pancakes and this asshole had to snap back with, It's not Bucky's but sure. Safe to say I lost my appetite after that. My pancakes also went clattering to the floor so it's not like I could've ate them anyway.

That was the first thing and it hadn't stopped since then. They lessened when I resorted to punching Thor in the face after he made yet another snarky comment, the third one that day may I add. Bruce clearly wasn't happy that I hit his boyfriend but the god was actually shocked at my punch so I guess it must've been a good one because the comments lessened to only one a day. People would sneak them in and I'd just ignore them. Bucky seemed unfazed by them which they noticed so got bored of him and said them all to me.

I sincerely hoped that they heard my outburst this morning and that it woke them up so they heard how it really felt and how much I loathed Bucky right now no matter what else I felt.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at my door.

"Whoever you are piss off!" I shouted not in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Not cooled down yet, sure." I heard Nat's voice outside the door.

"Oh I'm cool. I just don't wanna talk to you!"

"Why? You always wanna talk..."

"I don't fancy talking to someone who's constantly teased me for the past week and while I'm at it she has no right to come in here and try and reassure me about the situation when she's been a complete and utter bitch to her best friend who's clearly hurting!"

"Sam I didn't-"

"I thought I told you to piss off Natasha!" I shouted. I didn't hear anyone speak for a good hour after that. Though someone else did come by.