For your drabble starters: She wished she'd never met James Buchanan Barnes. His stupid face, his stupid ego, his stupid body, his stupid blue eyes and that stupid metal arm...
Bucky smirked from across the room, twirling the small paddle. “Doll, you getting tired?”
You scowled, swiping at your sweaty forehead. Why you had accepted this ping-pong challenge was beyond you. You had thought it’d be a good chance for you to spend more time with Bucky, be able to see him laugh, look into those eyes of his. But then things had gotten competitive and you were a fantastic player, but against Bucky’s bionic arm and his super-soldier reflexes…
You were beginning to tire yourself out.
Your chest heaved. “Hell, no, Barnes. Are you scared you’re gonna lose?”
He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m just worried about you.”
Glaring at him, you jerked your head at the ball in his flesh hand. “Just start the next round.”
“Aye, aye, cap’n,” he said with laughter in his voice.
You wanted to roll your eyes but readied yourself for another grueling round and knew that you were gonna lose this one.
Before he served though, Bucky winked. “Winner gets a kiss from the loser.”
You smirked. “You’re on.”