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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 —explicit language, angry sexual content, humiliation kink
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 —You and Bucky Barnes were sent out on a mission together, only for him to sabotage your attempted kill because he thinks you're not capable of doing it without risks involved. As if you didn't already hate him enough, him treating you like a child made it even worse. What could possibly surface from a hidden attraction mixed with a lot of anger?
"I had him, Barnes."
Bursting into the door of the building you two were hiding out at while on your mission, you flung your hands in the air exasperatedly. You had your finger on the trigger, your sights set on your target, and you had even inhaled that last breath that readied you to solidify your mission - and he completely ruined it. Just like the frustrating asshole he was, he had yanked you out of there before you even had time to blink.
"You were about to get us both killed."
Glaring up at him as he spoke, you narrowed your eyes as he stood a few feet from you, his chest heaving irritably in a way that matched your own. The blood in your veins felt hot, resembling the anger that fueled through you. There was nothing you wanted more than to punch him in his face, wiping the condescending look right off of it.
"I had a good shot," you snapped with a scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "I was clear, I could have killed him tonight. The mission would be done."
"Oh," he nodded as he countered with a sarcastic tone, his eyebrows knitting together. "And did you also notice two of his men that also had their sights on us? Huh? Did you see them, too? Because if you did, you would know that the moment you had shot him, we would be dead."
Traitor tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as you continued to glare up at his towering height, which had somehow gotten closer to you in the midst of your arguing, as you struggled to contain an eye roll that you wanted to throw his way. "You have to stop treating me like a child, Bucky. I'm not a child, I know what I'm doing."
He stepped even closer to you, lowering his head as his eyes stared firmly back at you. "Then stop acting like one."
"After you, asshole-"
You hadn't even had time to sass him the way you had wanted before he closed the distance between you, his hands grasping the sides of your face as he brushed your hair back, his mouth enclosing yours in a feverish heat. The notion was angry, you knew that, but it also felt more intimate than anything else - like he had been waiting for the moment to ravish you. The way his mouth molded with yours was as if he had been in the desert without any water, lapping and drinking you in like you were the first bit of liquid he had in weeks.
