Author's Note:
Spotify list for this chapter:
1. Labrinth- Forever
2. Labrinth- Yeh I fuckin' Did It
3. Bronski Beat- Smalltown Boy
4. Bing Crosby, Dixie Lee Crosby- The Way You Look Look Tonight
5. Elvis Presley- Can't Help Falling in Love
6. Labrinth- SIN (DEMO)
7. Two Feet- Her life
8. Two Feet- Fire
Warnings:
cursing, violence, manipulation, smut, spanking, slight knife kink, choking
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Bucky's POV
"I think we fucked up, big time." I heard Steve saying when I entered the common room.
"Yeah, you did." I stated, dropping my bag on the floor. Sam stood up from the couch, raising his hands. I started rolling up my sleeves.
"Look Buck..." He started, but he was cut off, when I walked over to him, charging at him. He dodged it quickly.
"Woah, woah!" Steve stood between us, extending his hands, separating us. "Let's talk this through!"
"You wanna talk?" I gave him a mocking smile and sat opposite the group. "Talk."
Natasha exchanged looks with Sam and Steve and sighed heavily.
"Look, Bucky... We thought..." She started. "We thought it would be a good idea for you to spend some time together. So you could work things out between you too, you know?"
"Exactly, we didn't mean it as a prank or something." Wanda added. "We do care for both of you and we wanted for you to make amends."
"Which, we suppose, didn't work out?" Sam asked.
"You think?" I clenched my jaw. "I can't believe you guys! I specifically asked you not to meddle things, to basically stay out of this. But you didn't listen. I know for a fact that Ivy said the exact thing to you, am I right?"
I pointed to the girls. Nat pressed her lips tight, while Wanda lowered her head.
"I am, as always. Great. So this is what you're gonna do now and I hope I'm making myself clear, for God's sake. You just stay the fuck out of this, 'cause I swear to God..."
"Sure Buck, we're sorry. We really thought that this would help." Steve shook his head.
"Steve, what the fuck? Did I ask for help? Does this situation need any intervention? NO. But the four of you, especially you two." I pointed to Nat and Sam. "Both of you couldn't calm your asses and let things go their own way, no? Of course not. So, this is my last warning. STOP shipping me and Ivy. Nothing happened and nothing will happen ever again."
I stood up and grabbed my bag, leaving the common room.
Nat's POV
I rolled my eyes and laid back on the couch.
"Well, I guess our plan didn't work out." Steve rubbed his eyes.
"Who said it didn't work out?" I asked him.
"You heard him, Nat." Sam pointed to the door. "You saw how Ivy's was mad at us."
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FanfictionIvy Jones is a freelance photographer. She has her life sorted out but one day she's given an opportunity to become a photographer for a new project for the Avengers, having unpleasant encounter with a handsome man on a bike in the meantime. And sin...
