Inspired By Taylor Swift Series

The Way I Loved You (Marvel)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Bucky grunts in disapproval, watching the door in anticipation at seeing you for the first time in months. Even if you were coming with your stupid new boyfriend. "They're late."

Sam sighs, putting his glass down on the table. "I already told you to behave."

"I am behaving- by being on time."

"Listen, I've already told you both. I'm not taking sides. So let's just remember the age-old lesson: if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," Sam chides, fed up with this cold war between the two of you.

Sam didn't actually know what happened between the two of you. All that he knew was that this fight wasn't like the others. There was no reconciliation nor did there seem to be one on the horizon. That was partly his motivation for inviting Bucky here, to see if proximity could force something out of the two of you.

"I have nothing to say."

"I highly doubt that."

"I don't care. I don't even know why you brought me here," Bucky grumbles.

There were few worse things that he could think of than being forced into a conversation with you for the first time in months only because you wanted to introduce your boyfriend to your friends. Well, one friend and one former friend.

"Because you two used to be friends. And no matter what she says, she cares what you think."

"And I highly doubt that," he mumbles as he takes another swig of his beer.

He remembered the last time you two spoke, really spoke. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't anything that the two of you said, words thrown at each other in rage you two could take. It was the vitriol behind those words in that argument that marked the end of the friendship.

Though, he has to confess, your friendship was a complicated one. It was a difficult relationship to articulate and even more confusing when anyone saw it firsthand. But it somehow worked. Upon meeting, the two of you clicked. And though it wasn't effortless, Bucky was usually at his happiest with you.

And still, there was also no one that could rile him up the way you could. You pushed his buttons and in return he did the same. You didn't take Bucky's bullshit and he didn't take yours.

You bickered like an old married couple. Fought like you were arch enemies in a generations long feud. But beyond that, what most people didn't see was the way it worked. Inside jokes. A comfort. An understanding.

He remembered those missions Steve and Sam were reluctant to send him on if only because they were both worried that you two really would end up killing each other one day:

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"I hate you," you snarl, hauling yourself out of the freezing Atlantic Ocean. It might've been easier if your wet clothes and gear didn't add what felt like 50 additional pounds to your person.

"I just saved your ass! You should be thanking me," Bucky counters with equal anger-filled fervor.

"Thanking you?" you scream, unhooking your soaking wet gear and throwing it on the ground. You kick off your boot, turning it upside down. Water pours out of the shoe and you angrily gesture to it. "I should thank you for this?"

Your shoe still in hand, you take a moment to look at the big picture of this moment. The utter ridiculousness of the whole thing.

You and Bucky screaming at each other in the middle of nowhere when you should really be finding out where the hell you are.