S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

48. Step Back

"Actually Bucky... Can we call Steve?" You looked up at him, catching your own breath.

You could see the disappointment in his eyes as you asked for Steve. He hugged you on to his shoulder, brushing his fingers against your arm. Looking at the door. Bucky was sure he could convince you to do.... Well, something. However, you made it clear you wanted him to get Steve, which made him feel like he was doing something wrong if he chose to do more. He let his hand in between your thighs move up. He could feel how your body opened to him. Deep down you wanted this.

"I need to talk to Steve," You mumbled up at him.

You placed a hand on his lap, and let your hands roll up his thigh. You could notice Bucky's smirk grew on his lips. Pathetic little boy. You let your hands slide to the side for his pockets as you picked up his phone. He rolled his eyes at you. Bet he didn't like that no.

"Thank you for your service, sir," You giggled as you opened his phone scrolling for Steve's contact.

Bucky grabbed your hand, and your attention. Why were you being so petty? If it was Bucky or Steve with you, wasn't it the same? It was not a big difference. Bucky was sure he could provide the same... services that Steve could offer you. Bucky soften up the grip around your hand, before he placed your hand on his shoulder. Still, he could hear the sound of you clicking his phone. A ringing tone began to linger. You leaned over him so you could better hear the call. He picked up.

"Bucky, how are you?" Steve asked, his tone neutral.

"It's meeeee, Captain;" You sang happily, laughing staring into Bucky's eyes.

"Y/n your drunk, I'm coming," He said, his voice, anything but happy. You rolled your eyes at him, if he could only see it.

"You don't even know where I am," You said laughingly.

"Bucky for gods sake, give her some water," Steve demanded before he stormed off.

Bucky looked at you with a glare. You truly were an annoying bitch on some many levels. He couldn't even phantom it. It was difficult to describe the resitment that Bucky felt towards you. Not only you, but you and Steve. Steve was lucky, but why was he so stupidly selfish. This wasn't like him. Steve shared. They shared. What had changed? What made him so protective of you? He ordered water from the waiter, as he quickly came over with it. He grabbed the glass, and put it right in your hand.

You held the glass confused. What was this? What was this supposed to be? Vodka? Water? Neither was needed. It looked funny though. You lifted the glass up to your eye so you could study it. It was cold, ice cold. You were hot. Very hot. It would've felt so good against your skin. You so innocently let the water drop down your skin. Ahh, it was perfect. Before you knew it you dropped the glass accidently all over your chest, soaking your white blouse in the water.

"This is not what I meant when I told you to give her water Buck," Steve suddenly shouted slamming up the door almost running towards her.

"She is a mess-" Bucky shouted back, immediately jumping away, aware that Steve must have thought they sat too close to each other.

"You jerk," Steve swore as he came close to you, so close that he simply lifted you up.

You shouted and kicked your feets.

"Let me down!" You shouted irritated.

"You called for me, didn't you!?" Steve shouted just as irritated storming off with you in his arms.

"Not like this!" You shouted annoyed as Steve stormed into the bathroom, immediately locking the door after you, placing you down at the top of the sink.

What a freaking mess you were, Steve thought as he looked at you properly for the first time. Bucky was a bitch in this moment, but he was right. You were out of order. A menace. Your eyes were wild, your hair was in all directions and your skin glistening from sweat. At least you were properly dressed, if it wasn't for the sake that you had spilled water all over your white blouse. It was transparent. Steve could see your beautiful body shining through. Your breasts, hidden behind your lingerie. Steve struggled to focus, he wanted to do other things than talk in this moment, but he knew the two of you should talk. He was still furious with you. But you were so.... There. Vulnerable. Lost. Adorable. His.

"You are irresponsible," Steve said harshly, his teeth almost cutting his tongue in anger.

"I'm emoooooootional," You corrected him, pushing your hand on his chest in anger.

"Then stop it!" He shouted, his voice cutting through your ears.

His blood was boiling you could see so far. His veins popped out every time he inhaled. His eyes were red. You knew he wasn't happy. You wanted to cry, hit him or run away. At the same time, you just wanted to be here with him. Doesn't matter if he was yelling at you or hugging you. You hadn't been this close to him in so long. Your heart was beating louder than ever. Your bit your underlip. You were scared.

"I broke up with Grant," You whispered under your breath.