A Little Stupid

Take Two

a/n: imagine if this was how actual angst was written, also I wrote this in class and it's trashy :) And i think my english teacher is an ally and I nearly came out to her on the spot-

Warnings: swearing, shreksual innuendo, unedited

Word Count: 458

Bucky Barnes was kind. He didn't think so himself for a long time, but you always knew. Bucky Barnes was kind, and loyal, and sweet, no matter what anyone else said, so why had he done this?

You'd felt betrayal before, but you hadn't felt it at such a level. He was supposed to love you, to be faithful, so why would he ever do something so cruel?

"I cannot believe I allowed myself to ever love you," you whisper, clenching your jaw. Your nails dig into the palm of your hand as you stare at Bucky head-on. Even now he looks like an angel, the epitome of innocence riddled with pain and guilt. You can't believe you fell for his disguise. Now you know better, though.

"I never asked you to, and what did you expect? It's not like I wanted to," he defends, and you bite your tongue.

Murder is illegal, remember that.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe a little bit of fucking compassion?"

"I had no choice-"

"You won't have no sex, either,"

"We aren't sexually-"

"That's besides the point!" you snap, nearly crying.

"Doll, I really couldn't do anything else-"

"Liar," you hiss, wiping at your eyes aggressively as you glare at him.

Natasha stares at you both while Tony looks like he regrets being born. Good, this was all his fault, anyway.

"I keep my professional and personal lives separate," he says again in a vain effort to soothe you.

"And what exactly was professional about all this? You fucking liar, I should've known you'd always betray me. Do you have any idea how you've hurt me-" He did, you hadn't expected this from him of all people. Tony, perhaps. Natasha, definitely, but him? Hadn't he sworn his love to you, promised he'd always be faithful and loyal? Where was that fucking loyalty now?

"Don't ya think you're overreacting?" He asks, somehow surprised at your outburst. The fucking audacity, acting like he didn't bring this upon himself.

In that moment, you hate him. How dare he insinuate that you're overreacting, especially after all he's done? You cared for him, you loved him, and he repays you with this?

You gasp. He is so dead.

He seems to realize the fact, too, because he immediately winces.

"Doll, I'm sorry," he whispers, hand reaching out to trace your cheek, his fingers ghosting over your skin, "I had no choice,"

"You always had a choice, Buck," you whisper back, staring down at the pile of cards in front of you, and drawing twenty-four new ones in despair, "You just made the selfish one,"

The pack of UNO glares at you, and you sigh, placing another plus two on the stack, "Nat, draw twenty six,"

"Fuck you,"