A Pirate's Life

Chapter 10

"So. I blindly trust you, you stupidly trust me, we get off this ___ island then go back to enemies. That's what you're saying? How do you know I won't kill you in you're sleep?" He mutters, Steve raises an eyebrow.

"I didn't know that you'd be sleeping close enough to me to be able to reach over and kill me. I think you might be getting ahead of yourself, we might want to take it slow. Idiot." He huffs sarcastically, except for the idiot part. That was real.

Bucky growls lowly in his throat and clenches his fist around Steve's sword.

"You know what I mean, _______. I still can't trust you. You obviously can't trust me." He growls, glaring at Steve venomously.

"To sum up your brilliant observation, yes. We would go back to hating each other and only be near each other when working on the boat. That work for you,_____?" Steve mutters, Bucky grinds his teeth and reluctantly nods.

Steve huffs and nods curtly, he turns on his heel and stalks away, thinking he might've made a horrible mistake. He didn't know if he was going to die here or not. He was a good fighter, he assumed, at least with his sword. Then again, he was handy with pretty much any weapon that's placed in his hands.

Bucky thought he made the worst mistake of his life. He honestly didn't quite know what to do; at one time he would want to kill Steve, the next he didn't. Maybe that's why he agreed, he guessed. Yeah. That must be it. Questions he needed answers to, he supposed.