Hacky Sack ~ An Avengers Story

Seven - Cursing In Russian

As I finally made it home after the annoyingly long train ride, I let myself fall onto my couch with a Corona. Should I be cracking open a cold one at eight-thirty on a Sunday morning? Probably not but it's already been an eventful day. 

And just as I thought I'd be getting some peace and quiet to sort out my thoughts, there was a knocking on my front door. Another habit I've picked up on is grumbling in Russian when I get pissed off. My father... well... Johnathan, taught me Russian when I was young so that it'd be easier to learn. He never taught me swears, but as I got older of course I taught them to myself. Russian was one of the languages he was fluent. After accessing my file, I realized that he knew it so well because he was in fact an agent of SHIELD. Oh the secrets kept from me...

"Клянусь Богом, если это Тони (I swear to god, if it's Tony)." I grumbled as I swung the door open. To my luck it wasn't Tony. It was.... Bucky?

"Я рад сообщить вам, что я не Тони (I am pleased to inform you that I am not Tony)." The soldier wore a sly smirk as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest. "I didn't peg you to be fluent in Russian." 

I rolled my eyes as I ran a distraught hand through my hair, "My adoptive father taught me it when I was younger." Stepping aside, I let Bucky into my apartment and shut the door behind him. 

"Isn't it a little early to be-" He pointed at the half empty Corona in my hand. 

"Dealing with Tony, it's never too early." I sighed, taking a swig, "I assume that's why you're here?" 

"In a sense." 

The two of us stood in my kitchen like we did at the tower the previous night. I was leaned up against the island while him against the sink. "Meaning?"

"I wanted to ask if you were okay." My eyebrow quirked at his question. He came here to ask if I'm okay? "You came all the way to my place to ask if I'm okay?"

Bucky sighed, grabbing a bottle from my fridge. Make yourself at home I guess... "Like we talked about last night. Our circumstances may be severely different, but we've both still gone through some similar shit. And Tony hasn't been very helpful to either of us in our cases."

"Bucky Tony literally tried killing you." I mentioned, "Your Tony issues are slightly worse that mine." I let sarcasm drip from my words as I said 'slightly'. Barnes chuckled,

"He may have tried killing me, but he's giving you major daddy issues." 

"Say that again and I'll smash this bottle over your head and slit your throat with the shards." I threatened, narrowing my eyes at him. He held up his hands in defense,

"Jesus, and I'm the ex-assassin here?" Bucky let out another hearty chuckle as he lifted his bottle to meet mine, "To Tony problems?" 

"Тони проблемы (Tony problems)." I let the neck of my bottle tap against Bucky's as a mischievous idea popped into mind. Before his bottle met his lips, I tapped the bottom of mine to the top of his to make his fizz up. His eyes went wide as the contents of his drink began foaming up. As quick as he could, Bucky put the drink to his lips to stop it from spilling everywhere. He downed the spilling liquid as soon as it spilled out, impressing me. As the spilling stopped, he removed the bottle from his lips and glared at me, breathing heavily. 

"Чертова сука (fucking bitch)." He grumbled.

"What was that?" I questioned, knowing what he said but wore a playful smirk.

"Nothing." He muttered, "I'll get you for that."

"I'd love to see you try." I taunted, not think that he would take my threat serious. The evil yet playful glint in his eyes told me that I just dug my own grave. "Дерьмо (Shit)."