Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

Bucky - Drabble #2 (Part One)

"Get over here and fucking make me." & "Say it one more time."

There will be a part two for this one, so technically it isn't a drabble? But I used the prompts so *shrugs*. Enjoy!

Warning - Language, clearly

"Irresponsible, childish, you're acting ridiculous!" Bucky growled, running a hand through his hair and glaring at you. 

"You're such a hypocrite," you snapped, shaking your head in disbelief, "You got yourself into this mess and you know it."

You and Bucky had argued before, yes, but this was probably the worst one you two had in a long time. You had never seen him so furious, and you yourself had never wanted to smack someone so badly. Of course, you never would, but you also never thought you would have such a bad fight with your best friend. 

"Don't put the blame on me, Y/N," he said in response, waving his hand at you and turning away, "You weren't supposed to be on that mission."

"Bullshit, Bucky, I was called in by Fury. I didn't have a choice, and you were the one that called for back up."

"Yeah, but I didn't ask for you, I asked for someone who could actually help."

"Damn, that one hurt," you rolled your eyes, turning away from him, "Don't let yourself forget that I was a part of this team before you, hotshot."

"Yeah, I was kind of busy being brainwashed and tortured for seventy years."

You dragged a hand over your face, sighing. "I know, Bucky. You think I don't know that? I wasn't implying-"

"You may as well have been," he said in a dangerously low tone, taking a step toward you with tightened fists, but still leaving several feet between the two of you. "It doesn't matter that you've been on the team longer than me, Y/N, you still got hurt today because you weren't where you were supposed to be. The mission failed because of you."

"Or maybe it failed before I even got there. After all, didn't you have to ask Fury for help in the first place?"

He kept his glare on you, but you just stared right back, challenging him to say something more. He should have known better than to pick such a stupid fight with you - you were the most stubborn person he knew besides Steve, and you were the last person to admit that you were wrong. And in this case, you believed 110% that you were right - sure, you had gotten hurt, that was obvious by the bandage around your waist; but the mission was failing before you even knew about it.

And you knew Bucky well enough to know that he would never back down and admit he was wrong. Because he was as hard-headed as you were when it came to being right.

"Just shut the hell up already, Y/N, I'm done arguing with you," he finally said, which caused you to have to resist the urge to smirk in triumph. It actually made you more pissed off, because he was trying to get out of this with the upper hand, which you would not allow.

"Get over here and fucking make me," you spat, gritting your teeth, folding your arms to give him a challenging glare. 

"Say it one more time, and maybe I just will," he dared, his eyes flashing.

"Make me," you repeated, your eyes narrowing. For a second, there was a pause between the two of you, and you thought you had really crossed a line. In fact, maybe you did.

Suddenly he took a long step toward you, surprisingly taking you in his arms and crashing his lips on yours. Your eyes went wide in shock, but you got over it quickly by shutting your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back without taking a second to think that you two had probably been on the verge of fist fighting. In fact, you both seemed to forget everything for a moment and allowed yourselves to get lost in each other's arms.

And maybe you would have let it continue, but not even a minute later, he loosened his tight grip on you and stepped back, his face unreadable. You wanted him to say something, anything, but you were honestly at a loss for words yourself. You two were friends, great friends despite the prior fight, and while you would be lying if you said you had never thought of anything more - well, it just didn't seem likely. 

After a tense minute of silence, he took a few steps backwards with an unknown emotion flashing in his eyes that avoided your gaze, leaving the room before you could call him back. You didn't even know if you would have called him back. You were confused, shocked, and extremely conflicted. Who the heck makes out with someone after just yelling at them for being stupid?

"Holy shit," you mumbled, shutting your eyes and rubbing your forehead. You were definitely in for a long night.