The Blood Pact

Chapter 4: The Mistake

Warnings: More of the same, a bit saucy and a bit angsty...

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The next day passed uneventfully. You had a strange moment in the middle of the night where you were sure someone was out in the hall standing outside your bedroom door, but you assumed you were half awake and dreaming, so you settled back under your sheets.

Otherwise it was another day. You worked, listened to some music, cleaned up a little. You met your friend Nat for a long lunch (oops) and by the time you got home it was starting to get dark. You were dreading seeing Bucky later, but part of you wanted to clear the air. You checked that all of the shades were closed and went up to your room to answer some work emails before starting your dinner.

You were lost in your inbox when a knock on your door startled you. You checked behind the blind quickly, yep – sundown. You assumed it was Steve, sometimes after he woke up he liked to come and say hey on his way downstairs.

"Come on in, Steve" you called, not looking up from your screen.

The door opened but there was a pause, Steve didn't greet you like he usually did.

"Hi" finally came a low voice.

You jumped, your heart jumped too. Spinning in your chair to face him, you felt a tingling in your tummy when you saw him. Slightly dishevelled in grey sweats, but just as handsome as always.

"Oh...hey" you replied. "Don't normally see you in here unless you're feeding..."

Bucky smiled thinly, his hand ran absentmindedly through his hair.

"I uh...came to apologise. For yesterday. I'm sorry, that was a mean prank. I won't do anything like that again". He sounded sincere, genuinely remorseful.

Maybe...too remorseful.

"Is this a prank too?" you asked suspiciously, your eyes narrowing.

"What?" he barked, his brow furrowed.

"Is this another bit?" you accused.

"Fuck. No. I'm trying to be nice, actually" he said angrily.

"Clearly" you deadpanned.

Bucky sighed. "Look, can we just put it behind us? I'm genuinely sorry, okay? I nearly woke you up last night just to apologise. I could barely sleep this morning feeling so guilty about it. Especially on an empty stomach".

You gasped. "Oh my god..."

"What??" he said incredulously.

"You're so full of shit! You're only being nice because you're hungry and you're trying to butter me up for a feed. Fuck! You almost had me..." you folded your arms in outrage, scoffing.

Bucky scoffed right back. "No I'm not! I was being genuine, actually. I was trying to explain how bad I felt...I wasn't angling for dinner".

You raised a brow and studied him. The tension between you was so thick you felt almost suffocated by it.

"Right..." you said cautiously.

"Right..." he responded with anger, refusing to break eye contact.

You stared at each other for a moment.

"So you're not hungry then?"

"Obviously I'm hungry" he spat. You could see he was more on edge than usual.

"Exactly" you smirked triumphantly.

"That's not why I'm here, though".

"It's not?"