Bucky x Y/N - Enemies To Lovers

~Eight~

Steve was an old romantic, he believes in these extravagant love stories and thinks that love can be found anywhere, and as much as you loved him for being so optimistic, you don't think he realised that a love story wasn't going to happen between you and Bucky. You're too different. Plus there was no way in a millions fucking years that James Buchanan Barnes was ever going to go soft on you, he practically hated you, and you weren't keen on him either - even if he was half decent at some times.

You didn't really do boyfriends as such. There were a few guys you fucked, some guys you flirted with (for personal reasons and for missions) but at the end of the day, you don't trust anyone enough. Some call it trust issues and it probably is but your a spy, you are trained to be suspicious of everyone and even if there was someone you could trust, how do you know they wouldn't bugger off and leave you, they might use you or take advantage of you and the last thing you want is a shitty relationship like your parents.

You put your fucked up perspective on love down to them. Hearing your parents scream at each other everyday messes with you, especially as a young kid. They would shout and shout for hours on end. Whether it was screaming that they'd wished they'd never married each other, or they were getting a divorce, sometimes they would even bring you into it. Tell you you needed to pick who's side you were on and all that. You never picked a fucking side - they were both shitty people. You don't have one happy memory with your parents. When you were little and your friends would say what they did with their parents over the weekend and how they went to the zoo - you had none of that.

You vowed you would get out of that house as soon as you could. And you did - you got a job when you were thirteen, four jobs to be precise, and you saved for 3 years and on your 16th birthday you packed a bag and disappeared. You were gone before either of your drunk parents could wake up and they never noticed you were gone. There were no missing posters, no phone calls, no nothing.

And it suited you just fine.