Eve leaned on the counter, sipping her coffee. She groaned as Bucky entered the room, standing upright and moving for the door.
She'd done her best to avoid him. She wasn't rude or disrespectful to him. She'd simply not allowed herself to be around him.
"Hey! No." He said, blocking her way.
He looked tired. Annoyed.
"You're in my way, Barnes."
"I'm aware. What's your deal."
She tried to side step him. He blocked her again.
"Move."
"No."
She tried again.
"Move."
"Make me."
She ducked under his arm, resulting in him grabbing hers and whipping her around to face him. She noticed his left arm tucked behind his back away from her but said nothing.
"What do you want."
"A truce."
"A truce?"
"Yes. I was you to stop hating me. Maybe even get to know me."
She scoffed, jerking away.
"Get to know you?"
He sighed, gesturing to her.
"Yeah. The real me. Not whatever monster little you conjured in your mind."
"Little me?"
He shrugged. She watched him. He seemed awkward. Almost..bashful.
"Yeah. You were what- sixteen? Seventeen?" He asked "When hydra had me-"
"Yeah."
She didn't want him to say it.
He nodded.
"That wasn't me. It was my body. My hands. My gun. My bike. But it wasn't me. Just the shell."
She nodded.
"I know."
"So...truce?"
"Truce."
"Maybe lunch?"
"Cheeseburgers."
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FanfictionEvelyn Stark's parents died when she was seventeen. They were murdered by the Winter Soldier. Now, Bucky Barnes is in her kitchen. and he's hot. fuck. he's hot. This is wrong. so wrong.
