"Stop it, you two. Bucky and I are friends. Don't even go there." I shook my head at them.
"Oh, come on Max! You know you have a thing for him!" The blonde teased.
"Had. I had a thing for him. Past tense. And that was, like, my sophomore year of h...
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Edit on 5/29 to add some dialogue and fix some spelling/grammar issues _________________________________
That unmistakable fucking shade of red.
Suddenly, Bucky pulled out a shotgun and aimed at my stomach. Pulling the trigger, the bullet tore through my flesh and fat and muscle. Clean through. Blood started soaking through my shirt and dripping onto the floor. The dark scarlet drops crashing against the floor right below my feet. My heart rate picked up, sensing the attack on my body as adrenaline began pumping through my veins. It was like someone stuck a vacuum hose through that open kitchen window and sucked all of the air out of the house. My throat started to swell and the bullet was now lodged into the kitchen cabinet behind me.
"I'm going to fucking kill him." Pietro repeated from earlier. Ripping me out of my imagination and hurling me back into the reality of the heartbreaking scene in front me. The scene from my literal nightmare that's now playing out in front of my brother and two best friends that is also being caused by my other best friend.
I looked at the floor below me. No blood or hole in my stomach from a single bullet. Just the sinking, gut wrenching feeling making a lovely summer home in my stomach instead.
I think I'd rather be shot.
Pietro took off like a shot and lunged from the kitchen table and went towards Bucky. Causing Steve and Wanda both to spring up from their spots to pull him back. Bucky didn't flinch. He didn't try to run.
He just stood there.
Staring at me.
"How was she?" I asked simply.
"W-what?"
"You heard me. How was she? How was Dot?"
Everyone in the room was on edge at my tone. The oddly calm sound of my voice attempting to control the hurricane brewing inside of my body.
I made my way across the kitchen and hopped on top of the counter. Swinging my legs forward and backward as they hung over the edge.
"Wands, can you hand me my coffee? I want something to drink during story time." I asked her.
All she did was nod, eyeing my body language as she got up and grabbed my coffee to hand me.
"Go on, James. How was was your night?" I could see the hurt in his eyes at his name coming from my lips. But, I couldn't find it in me to care about that. All I felt was numb.
"Ror, can't we go talk about this? Just us?" He begged.
"No. No, I think this is a conversation you usually have with us. This is how it normally goes. Right?" I fawned amusement. A sickly smile on my face. "The one night stand? You tell us all about the fucking awesome hook up you had the night before and how hot the chick was. That's usually how this goes. So, don't change it on my account. You already fucked her. Why stop now? Why stop there? Cause you sure didn't stop yourself before it happened."
