AVENGER IMAGINES

Bucky - Leave Part 2

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Bucky
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Leave Part 2
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"You always have to be difficult don't you?" Bucky chuckled lightly as you both ascended the sixth flight of stairs.

"The elevator takes twenty five minutes Buck, I ain't waiting that long for a cuppy." You groaned as you finally reached the last step.

"Look, we are both soaked Y/N, lets just get in and get dry first." Bucky said sadly.

He knew as soon as you were comfortable you would want to have a long talk about what was going to happen.

"I still want my cuppy though." You smiled sarcastically at Bucky before stopping in your tracks.

"Did you..?"

"No I didn't." Bucky replied quickly as he stared at the front door to Steve's apartment - which stood wide open and half off its hinges.

"Shit..." You muttered before you pulled your sleek black pocket knife out of your dripping wet handbag.

"Stay back." Bucky warned.

"As if, bitch." You said without thinking as you pushed in front of him.

Bucky rolled his eyes before following you in.

You glanced each ways before you continued to the kitchen, which was clear of all signs.

"Clear."

"I can see that." Bucky said bluntly from behind you.

"Can you? You can see something that right in front of you, huh?" You sneered.

"Not now." Bucky grunted before he pushed his bedroom door open.

"Clear." He said after a few moments.

"Really... Wow, interesting." You muttered to yourself as you rolled your eyes.

"You hear that?" Bucky asked, his face tilted as he concentrated on listening.

"What is it?" You asked.

"You. Now shut up." Bucky deadpanned while he looked at you intensely.

"Oooo you an a-sass-ian tonight, aren't you." You bickered back.

"What is your problem?!" Bucky exclaimed as he threw his arms up in defeat.

"You just broke up with me and you expect me to be what? Civil?" You snorted.

"No, but can you at least be professional for two god damn minutes?" Bucky's voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Ok."

"What?" Bucky's left eyebrow shot up.

"Ok." You said again before walking over to the coffee table to retrieve your 9mm luger from the drawer.

"Really?" Bucky questioned you, his eyebrow still raised.

"Your not the only one who's prepared Barnes." You smiled widely.