I love you, but I hated you first

Part 2

I woke up from a rather peaceful sleep, except for the fact that Barnes was interrupted my slumber.

*dream*

"What do you want Barnes, I get you don't like me but why are you being such a bitch,"

"What makes you think that I am being a bitch?"

"Every single time I talk to you, you just snap and leave before I can say anything,"

"I just don't like you,"

"There has to be a reason why I have barely met you and you have already distanced yourself,"

"God are you always this nosy, all I wanted was to get a fucking bottle of whiskey,"

*end of dream*

I woke up pissed, I knew that I dreamt of Barnes because I was thinking about him all night. Regardless, I decided to do what I should've done a long time ago.

I got dressed into some sweats and a tight fitting black long sleeve button up. I march to through the hallway to where i understood his bedroom and was. As I approached his door, I had my fist up in the air ready to knock, but I hesitated. is this really the best course of action. I mean for all I know the last thing he wants is me to bother him. but i knew i had to talk to him sooner or later, i chose sooner. So I shook my head dusting the questions in my brain. just as i was about to make contact with his door, it swung open.

"Emerson? What are you doing here," he said annoyed with anger laced into his words

He began walking out of the doorway and I followed him suit.

I tried to make a joke to lighten the mood, "So, the walking cyborg can remember names, impressive," I winced as I realize my delivery did almost the exact opposite I tried to display, but Barnes didn't say anything except furrow his eyebrows and let out a sigh.

wanting to change the mood I work on my delivery and opened my mouth once again, "I would like to ask if I have upset you in any way, it seems like sometimes I get on your nerves." shoot, that wasn't what I wanted either, better than last time

"Just leave me alone, you're just a cook, aren't you? If you want to know how to make me less mad, just leave me alone, i'm busier than you, i have a more important job than you."

"Ok yes I do agree Bucky, your job is way more important than mine, but can I-"

"No you may not, and for the record, my name is James, do not call me Bucky."

I stood there shocked as I watched him walk into the gym. I repeated what he said over and over again, remembering that his tone was filled with annoyance. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more behind those cruel words.

It took me much longer to walk back to my room than it did when i arrived. I then realized, it was almost 11:30 and I haven't made any lunch yet so I got started. I made tomato soup and grilled cheese using my grandmother's old recipe she gave to me as a family heirloom. As I got started, I put on some music and I began cooking. I get lost in my mind and in my hands and legs start running on auto pilot, before i knew it, i had made a huge bowl of tomato soup and countless pieces of garlic bread.

I cleaned up and plated all the food, and I asked Jarvis to inform the team for me once again that dinner was ready. I was not in the mood to be in close proximity with, James, so I grabbed a bowl, paper towels, two pieces of garlic bread and headed for my room.

As I was watching my favourite show for the 5th time, I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in," I say with my mouth full