Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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Do I know why I am absolutely fuming with fiery anger that is going to explode on anyone at any given moment? No. It's not from the non-existent concussion I got after hitting my head on a set of lockers thanks to Peter and thanks to Bucky, he spent all two and a half days writing and writing apologies until his hand cramped up and even then, Bucky allowed him no breaks when he towered over our kid in anger. Peter was allowed to take breaks but only to go to the bathroom or do the actual part of his internship which is usually hauling boxes of unmarked equipment around and Tony only let him to that for a good twenty minutes before sending him back up to his room. Peter did come up to me and apologize, almost bursting into tears at how awful the punishment was.

In my opinion, the physical punishments are not all too bad. It's the mentally exhausting, brain tiring, repetitive work that Bucky made Peter do that stems from his childhood and a small military tactic but, none of that matters now when I stomp across the hallway floor with a deep grimace on my face and balled hands that only open to turn my doorknob, throw open my door, and catch it to slam it behind me. Bucky, who is sitting at my desk doing random shit I don't care about, jumps from never hearing me enter in such a way and looks over at me while pausing his work to turn in his chair and follow me with his eyes, trying to get me to either calm down or get me to talk.

Or both.

"Hey, babydoll." Bucky speaks in a soft voice. "What's wrong?" He asks

"Nothing." I grumble and shove my hands in my pockets forcefully

"Doesn't seem like nothing." He says in a shrug tone and I roll my eyes that makes his eyebrows smash down over his blue eyes. "Hey, don't ro-" He starts

"Listen, I'm not in the fucking mood for your fucking scolding." I grab my phone and keys to slam them on the nightstand with a powerful thud

"I wasn't going to scold you." He crosses his arms, now looking defensive and that only makes me angrier. "It was a simple request of respect." He leans back in his chair, looking the most laid back fucker in the world

"Like I can't be angry and have respect at the same time." I scoff hastily and remove my jacket while walking to the closet. "What the fuck ever." I mutter

"It's a hard thing to do and you're not really good at it." He shrugs and moves his feet to follow my movements with the chair again

"What. Ever." I roll my eyes and throw the coat in the closet

"Do not slam that door." He demands when seeing me exit

"Yeah?" I don't listen. In fact, I look at him right in his narrowed eyes and press my lips in a line when I pull my left hand, doing exactly what he told me not to do where the wood door shudders against the frame and Bucky's eyebrows furrow to match mine

"Y/n." He bites out in a scolding manner

"Fuck off, Bucky." I wave my hand in a dismissive way and as I'm walking past him, he shoots out his right hand out and wraps his fingers around my wrist to stop my walk that ends in a grunt and a stomp with me trying to pull my arm away but his grip is rock solid with no intention of letting go. "Fucking let go of me." I tug my arm again

"You don't tell me to fuck off." He says instead while speaking in a deep voice and I lean down in his face so our noses are almost touching

"Cry about it." I sarcastically smile and stand up

Bucky shoots up from his chair at that comment as his face scrunches in anger now and I roll my eyes at his need to be taller in order to get his point across but his rigid stance doesn't intimidate me. His left hand snaps to my throat and it's a constant battle of me slamming my forearms against his to fling his hand off my throat and him grabbing me once again to gain control of my entire body so me can place me in my 'punishment hold'.