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Hate, Love, And Handcuffs: Part 1 (Bucky X Reader)

A/N- This one was kind of long so in doing it in two or three parts. Bucky is a character (from both the films and comic books) very close to my heart and I can guarantee some fluff and smut is on the way. Prepare yourself for some sass from our lil bean.

Warnings- Swearing, mild violence.

You and Bucky hated each other with a burning passion. You were a super soldier, like Bucky, and made against your own will, like Bucky. However, instead of being taken by Hydra, you were captured in the '80s, at the height of the Cold War, by a secret organisation called the French Communist Anarchists. Due to this, you had your shared history with the Winter Soldier, often clashing in battles, being sent to kill one another and both of you failing each time. Before being rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D. the only name you were known by was the "Midnight Murderer", affectionately given to you by the US government, thus giving you your current alias, "Midnight".

You and Barnes did things to get back at each other, usually childish, petty things like hiding each other's food, stealing towels, purposefully bumping into one another in the hallway, and most recently ignoring each other during missions. This always ended in obscenities being yelled back and forth in French and Russian, as well as English, the team were forced to listen to this bickering and ridiculousness day in and day out. Today was no different.

Everyone was granted a day off and Tony had proposed a movie day. You were in the middle of watching Y/F/M and it was building up to your favourite part, you were entirely engrossed in the film until- 'munch, munch, munch'. You frowned and tired to focus on the film again when- 'munch, munch, munch'- you turned your head to your right, where Steve was sitting on a separate couch with, "You have got to be kidding me." You muttered dangerously, eyeing Bucky, who smirked at you when he noticed your annoyance and stuffed his mouth with another handful of popcorn, crunching it loudly. You took a deep breath, trying to take the advice you had been given a thousand times over and ignore him, but it was a well known fact that, second to Banner, you that most, 'breathtaking temper problem' that Tony had ever seen and so keeping your hothead cool, was not easy. You managed to chill a little bit and settle down into the movie.

The film ended and you gave yourself a mental pat on the back for keeping your cool. A few members of the team got up for a pee break and to grab more snacks, including yourself, but when you stood up to scooch behind the couch towards the kitchen you tripped unceremoniously over something hard and fell flat on your face. You groaned and sat up, rubbing the spot on your forehead that had connected with the floor when you looked at the culprit to your deliberate downfall. A pair of heavy, black, combat boots. The Winter Soldier was about to become the Dead Soldier. You picked them up and carried them to where Bucky was sitting and threw them at him, "What the hell?" He snapped.

"Put your boots away when you're done with them, you fucking Neanderthal, someone could get hurt." You replied with a cold tone, your voice quiet as you moved to resume your spot on the couch, eyes locked with his. He had an expression of pure bewilderment on his face, he was sure he had put them away, but yet another smirk made its way onto his face as it dawned on him why this sudden attack was made, judging by the bruised cut on your forehead.

"Did you-" he started, stifling a laugh, "Did you actually trip over my boots?" You felt your face heat up, it wasn't often that you allowed your defences to drop and you always felt silly when you did, because something like this would happen. You stayed standing and gave him a cold glare when he laughed, "That's so dumb, how could a super soldier be so damn clumsy?"

A growl came from your throat, "At least I don't eat like a caveman, seriously, do you always need to eat like you're trying to communicate with your fellow pigs?" You spat, crossing your arms and leaning forward slightly as Bucky stood slowly,

"Your voice is so irritating, do you ever shut up? Whenever I hear you speak all I want to do is pull my hair out!"

"Good! It would save you from finally going and getting that long overdue haircut you need."

He gasped, "You leave my hair alone, at least it doesn't shed everywhere like yours, you fucking Labrador!" Both of your voices were slowly raising, you had taken a couple of steps towards him.

"Yeah, well, I can get through an airport without setting off the goddamned metal detectors!"

"Guys." Steve tried.

"Funny, I didn't think they let dogs travel by plane anymore."

"Guys."

"Wow, appearance insults, coming from a man who seems to have never heard of a fucking razor before!"

"GUYS!" Steve yelled, your heads snapped to Steve and there was a brief silence before you felt something cold on your wrist and then a click.

You lifted your left hand only to find it weighted...and cuffed to Bucky's own right wrist. He jerked your hands and you kicked him sharply, "What the hell is this?" You yelled, shaking a fist at him, jangling the handcuffs.

"It wasn't me!" He snapped back, yanking on the handcuffs.

"Watch it, you oversized can-opener, I'm on the other end of this! Romanoff, what the hell?!"