Friends With Distance || Bucky x Reader

Chapter Seven

A/N: Over 1500 words and mentions of small blood injuries

Natasha walked in as Steve exhaustingly stepped down the stairs. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the long night ahead. You closed the door until a hand stopped you. You reopened the door and Bruce was here again. A smile grew upon your face and you gave him a friendly hug and led him inside. You looked up at the stairs to find Bucky glaring at you both. You shrugged it off and focused back on Bruce.

"Welcome back! How are you?" you smiled and fell into a conversation as you served the plates and set up the table for the unexpected, extra guests. Once the dining table was set, with the help of the others, you sat down and gestured for Bruce to take the seat beside you until Bucky took it almost immediately. He looked up at Bruce and shrugged, "Sorry, big guy."

You glared at him and punched him in the shoulder, "That was extremely rude, especially for you." Bruce gave you a friendly smile and sat across from you, "It's not a problem. I'm comfortable over here." you smiled and nodded at him. The table was overheard with a comfortable noise of small talk amongst the guests. You were eating and enjoying yourself, more than usual until you felt cold eyes on you. You followed them back to the red-head in front of you.

You furrowed your brows at her and mouthed, "what?" She rolled her eyes and pointed at Bucky whilst he talked with Steve. You shook your head. She nodded and mouthed, "let me have him". You coughed, "hell no.", followed by another cough.

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry, that was so sudden." you spoke and cleared your throat before taking a sip of your wine.

You enjoyed the rest of your meal, ignoring Natasha at all costs.  You were talking to Bruce about his work that you were fascinated with until you felt a hand on your thigh. You ignored it  and continued the conversation, when the hand  squeezed your thigh for attention.

you smiled at him, "I'm sorry, will you excuse me for a second?" he nodded and you turned your head to buck. He had a tight grip on your thigh. You furrowed your brows at the situation and entwined your fingers with his on your leg.

"what's up, James? you're wanting my attention and interrupting my conversation with Bruce, our guest and my friend."

"I'm your friend too and you haven't said a word to me all dinner."

"That's not true!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it's not!" you fought back.

He nodded, "fine, what have you said to me?"

"Uh... I asked you to pass the cheese."

He rolled his eyes and let go of your hand, turning back to Steve.

You scoffed, standing up, knowing you weren't going to lose the argument. You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to your room, when you closed and then locked the door.

"Why are you fighting me?" you questioned.

"Nothing."

"Tell me, James Buchanan Barnes. I didn't do anything, if anything I should be pissed at you. I was just having a friendly conversation and you got jealous."

"Jealous? Me? Yeah, okay."

You sat next to him on the bed. "You were. You didn't need to ask for my attention, I would already give it to you, no matter what. You know that."

He looked at you and licked his lips, acting as if he had more to say but was hesitant. He then began,

"Wait, what? Why should you be pissed at me?"