Punk (Chap. 12)
Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3923
Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)
A/N: Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter. I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story. I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you again for your patience between updates.
Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question. She was ranting and raving, throwing her
hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your
direction. She switched from English to
Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing
all the parts. You couldn’t get a word
in edgewise though. Every time you
opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you
with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never
seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous”
and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.