~~Still Bucky POV~~
"Hey, Bucky." Steve patted my shoulder as he sat down next to me.
I was still crying at what I did. I really didn't mean it; I was just angry at Pietro for kissing (Y/N).
"Do you want to talk about it?" Steve asked cautiously.
"I don't know. I didn't mean it. I was just upset that he kissed her. I'm so confused." I began to sob a bit more.
"Hey, hey! We know you didn't mean to. Pietro didn't know what he was doing because he drank too much. But I don't think you should talk to (Y/N), Clint, or Pietro for a little while." Steve looked down sadly,"But just know that the rest of us have your back."
"Thanks." I looked up.
"But, Bucky, I must ask you one thing. And you have every reason to get mad at me since I'm going to tread on some thin ice." Steve sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, "Do you like (Y/N)?"
It took all of me to stop myself from exploding. Why the hell does everyone think that we like each other? It doesn't make sense.
"No, I don't," I said, ever so sure.
"But then why did you hit Pietro?" Steve raised an eyebrow.
"I-- I don't know. I guess I keep thinking that if someone takes her, I'll be alone all again." I sighed.
"Alone?" Steve inquired
"Well, she always kept asking how I was doing and always came to see me. She's there and while everyone else has given up on me, she really didn't. You leave me alone and she is there to help." I grimaced. Then something occurred to me. "Wait, isn't Pietro under-aged?" I asked.
"What?" Steve asked.
"Isn't Pietro too young to be drinking?" I repeated.
Steve thought about what I said, "I actually don't know how old he is." He said finally. "20?"
"Still too young to be drinking." I said.
"Ah, morals of a man from the past. It's true though." Steve shook his head in amusement.
"Hey," Nat poked her head out, "Be careful. Clint is coming." She quickly scampered off.
"BARNES!!!" I heard Clint's voice echo down the hallway. Oh, shit. (I use that line the most, don't I?)
Clint stormed in and Nat followed behind him. Steve stepped in front of me.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?! YOU FUCKING SLAPPED HER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Clint raised his hands in an attempt to hit me, but Nat tasered him.
"This will knock him out for about 3 days. I'll ask Shuri if she can remove this memory from his brain. I know that they do that."
"Thanks, Nat!" I said meekly.
"Для этого нужны друзья. (That's what friends are for.)" She replied, sneaking a wink at me.
"Why is Clint so protective? I mean he was never like this when (Y/N) wasn't here." I questioned.
"I don't even know." Steve shrugged his shoulders.
"What do I do now?" I turned to him, hoping he'd know what to do.
~~(Y/N) POV~~
He slapped me. I said I would help him and he rewards me with a frickin slap.
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