Roommates

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Days, weeks, hell, months went by and Y/N still couldn't bring herself to forget about Bucky. No matter what Jason did or said, it was Bucky who she fantasized about late at night. She and Jason were together for a while now, but they haven't got far, beside a messy make-out. Jason said he would wait, no matter how long she takes. Nevertheless, something about him trying to insinuate sex very often, left her doubting his previous statement. She didn't want to feel pressured to be intimate with someone, and that's exactly what she told him. The reaction he gave her left her in shock and on the verge of crying.

"What's your problem?!" he shouted out of nowhere. Y/N flinched at the sound of his booming voice in his small apartment. He was raging.

"I don't understand. What do you mean?" She tried to sound more confident, but her voice was shaky with fear.

"You know exactly what I mean! Why don't we ever have sex? What's holding you back so much? Unlike you, I try to make things happen!" Jason confessed.

"Excuse me? I am trying!" she got defensive.

"Are you now? Well, let's see if you mean it." A mischievous grin plastered on his face and she knew that meant trouble. She started to back away from him. Eyes opened wide and filled with tears.

"Come here, you little bitch. That's all you're good for anyway!" He tried to grab her, but she couldn't let that happen. Everything was a blur from then. She bit, kicked and punched – mostly air though. Thankfully, she shimmied out from under him after a successful hit. Running straight for the door, she never looked back.

When she was in the safe distance from him and sure, that she wasn't being chased, she broke down in tears. Sliding down the wall in the dark alleyway, she let all that pent-up frustration flow out of her in form of tears. Why would he do that to her? She was blinded by the want for their relationship to work so much, that she didn't notice the obvious red flags.

After some time, her eyelids got heavy. Exhaustion from the sudden rush of adrenaline struck her all at once. She stood up and began walking back to the Stark Tower. Thankfully, she wasn't far. As she got home, it was already late night.

Bucky was waiting for her to come back, as every other night. Even if he didn't admit it, he was worried sick about her. Nevertheless, he shrugged all the comments she ever made with a simple I couldn't sleep.

Ding of the elevator doors alerted Bucky of her arrival. Her footsteps were heavy, as she made her way through the room seeking comfort of her bed.

"Y/N!" She flinched at his voice and he immediately knew; something was very wrong. One look at her dirty clothes, teary bloodshot eyes and a bruise on her cheek left his brain speculating. Slowly, he approached her.

"Babygirl, talk to me. What happened to you?" She thought all of her tears were left in that humid alleyway, but it only took that pet name to start the faucet in her eyes. It's been quite a while, since he addressed her as that.

"I missed the way you used to call me." She gave him a teary smile. His face scrunched up in confusion. He didn't realize it was affecting her so much.

"Well, I figured it would be inappropriate to call you those, since you started dating." Her lips dropped from a weak smile to a frown. Bucky must have struck a sensitive nerve. He took her to her bedroom and sat her on the bed.

"Stay here," he commanded. Even if she wanted to resist, her body was worn out and weak. Bucky started going through her drawers fishing out clean clothes for her to change into. Then, he handed them to her.

"Go and shower. I know you're exhausted, but trust me, you'll feel better." Half asleep, she obeyed and staggered to the bathroom, closing the door in the process.