Deathly Vows

5. Bickering

Bucky's pov

"I need clothes," y/n says as she motions down to her dirty dress. I look at her with an arched eyebrow. "What do you want me to do about that?" I ask and she raises both eyebrows at me and I instantly regret what I said because whatever she's planning isn't good.

"Well, you could go get some clothes for me... or I could. But I don't think you want me going by myself," she says and I really don't want to take the bait and ask her, but I do. "Why not?"

"Because I'll probably steal the dress given that I have no money. Or I may get in a fight with a girl if she looks at me the wrong way. Really there's a whole possibility of what could go wrong if I go into town. Escort or not," she says with a manipulative grin and I grit my teeth together as my jaw clenches.

"Alright, I'll go buy you a new dress tomorrow," I say and she shakes her head. "What?" A frustrated groan leaves my lips as I glare at her.

"I can't stay in this dress any longer. So either you'll go get me a dress now, or I'll strip down to my undergarments. Though I do have to warn you, this corset," she points to the corset around her waist, "does nothing to cover my chest and I don't have a shirt underneath to wear."

"If you've been wearing that dress for a while, it wouldn't hurt to stay in it for a few more hours," I say.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Have it your way. I do believe that your fellow knights would fawn over seeing a ladies chest," she says as she starts to unlace her corset.

Heat rises up to my cheeks as I spring up from my seat and put my hands out to stop her. "Alright alright! I'll go buy you a dress, just please, keep that on," I say and she laughs slightly.

"Your face is so red," she mocks as she pats my cheek and I bite on my tongue to stop from saying something I may regret.

"Give me your measurements," I say.

She grins as she sits at my desk and writes down her measurements on a piece of paper. "You're evil," I mutter and she laughs in response. "You're the one married to me," she says as she hands me the piece of paper.

"I didn't have a choice," I say as my jaw clenches and I glare at her. "Neither did I," she scoffs.

"You could have chosen the other option," I say and her mouth drops. "If you had murdered someone, this option," I motion between the both of us, "wouldn't even be allowed."

"What?" She asks.

"It doesn't matter what kind of ties you have with the king and queen, murder is unjustified. You would be hanged in an instant," I say.

"Oh," she says as her gaze falls and I arch an eyebrow.

"That's not the case here though, because you haven't murdered anyone... right?" I hold my breath, waiting for her answer. Part of me doesn't want to know the truth, because the truth may be bad and I don't want to deal with that.

"Of course not," she says with a smile and I nod my head as I reach for my coat.

"A knight in training is heading up here to watch you. Don't try any funny business," I scold her and she looks at me in disbelief. "Excuse me? I don't need a babysitter," she scoffs.

"Yes you do. It's the kings orders. He doesn't want you by yourself because you'll probably wonder off and get in trouble," I say and she rolls her eyes as she sits on my bed.

"What could I possibly do?" She asks.

"I watched four men chase you down a street and when they came back out, two of them were injured and the other two looked extremely confused. I don't want to know what you did to them, or what you can do to anyone else. I hope you have some decency and don't hurt this knight in training. He's young and needs some experience, so please, please, please, don't hurt him," I plead and she shrugs her shoulders.

"Young you say? Well, I can't always keep my hands to myself you know especially when they're young..." she trails off as she stands up and walk towards me. I swear steam starts to come out of my ears as I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Oh, there you go. All red and mad at me again." She laughs as she flicks my nose and I step back in surprise.

"When will he be here?" She asks with an excited grin and I clench my fists by my sides and stare at the celling. "No messing with him," I say sternly and she laughs.

In my face.

Like a barbarian.

Brat.

"I mean it." The amount of anger in me shouldn't be possible. Yet here I stand, in front of my wife with so much anger that I don't know what to do with it. "He's just a kid. Don't do anything bad."

"Calm down soldier, I'm not a total monster," she says  as she walks back over to my bed and sits on it. Crossing her legs over each other, she lets her hands rest on her knees and cocks her head to the side. "Is it just me, or did you get more red?" She asks.

"I have told you not to call me that, several times." My teeth grind together as I try to keep myself composed.

"Only twice actually," she smarts and I roll my eyes at her before putting my shoes on and tying the laces aggressively. "Aww, what's wrong soldier? Is your wife not being helpless and dependent on only you?" She pouts mockingly and I clench my jaw for the hundredth time.

This is not what I wanted when I said I wanted a wife. I did not want a brat of a wife.

"He should be here soon," I say as I stand up and grab a few things to go buy the brat a new dress so she stops complaining. "Do you have any other wishes to bestow upon me before I leave the room?" I ask and she taps her chin in thought.

"Hmm? Oh could you go by my friends house and explain the situation to her?" She asks and I shake my head.

"I meant in terms of me buying you essential things," I say and she pouts as she crosses her arms over her chest and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't cute.

"I don't think so," she says and I nod my head. A knock on the door pulls my attention to it. "That must be him," I say as I open the door and there stands my knight in training.

"Hi," he says cheerfully and I close my eyes tightly and try not to scold him for nothing and everything at the same time. He looks over at my wife with a smile and she smiles back. "I'm Peter," he says as he walks over and holds his hand out.

"Y/n," she says as she shakes his hand.

"You have very soft hands," he says and she laughs softly and it warms my stomach a bit.

"Peter," I say sternly and he stands up straight and looks at me. "Don't talk to her."

"Yes sir," he says and I look at y/n to see her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"I'll be back soon," I say to the both of them and she rolls her eyes and looks away from me. I sigh before turning away and closing the door. I better find a dress quickly if I want Peter to survive watching her.