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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Requested by @hi_lol1453 I changed it a bit but I hope you like it. 😊
The fight had been the worst we had ever had. Bucky and I had been dating for six months - long enough that we had exchanged the 'I love you's' but short enough that him hanging out with his beautiful ex-girlfriend Sharon made me insecure and jealous.
It had occurred a week ago and we had yet to speak to each other since, going out of our way to avoid one another, as far as I could tell at least. Normally our fights were resolved within one or two days of it occurring.
But even during this fight, I could tell it was different.
"What is your problem?" Bucky demanded, slamming the door to my apartment closed behind him as he stormed into my apartment, following me as I threw my bag onto the couch.
"Oh, so now you can see me?" I question, scowling at Bucky who rolls his eyes heavily at that.
"What the fuck is wrong?" He questions again and I scoff.
"I'm sure Sharon could tell you," I mutter, turning my back and storming towards the kitchen.
"Don't turn your fucking back on me," Bucky roars and I freeze, unused to his terrifying tone being directed towards me.
"But it's okay when you do it to me? It's okay when it's you ignoring my existence?" I question, walking back towards him, glaring at my boyfriend.
"I don't understand what you mean!" Bucky says, running his hand through his hair and tugging at the strands in distress.
"Sure you don't, Bucky" I mutter and turn away once more. Bucky's metal hand shoots out and clamps around my wrist and I cry out as he yanks me back towards him. "Bucky! What the fuck!" I shout, desperately trying to get out of his grip on my wrist.
"We're going to talk about this," he orders. "We're going to sort this out," then he realizes how much pressure he's putting on the soft skin of my wrist and loosens his hold a little so I can wriggle free.
We stand facing each other, breathing heavily as we leveled one another up, both of us unsure of what to say next.
"What if I don't want to talk about it?" I finally ask, wrapping my arms around myself.
"What do you mean, doll?" he questions, trying to take a step towards me but I shake my head and move back a step.
