This Is Love: Part Three
Summary: Being Bucky’s PA wasn’t easy and you respond to his grumpy attitude with your own. The two of you have never gotten on, forced to stay working with him because your Uncle Tony insists you have a job.
Word count: 2462
Warnings: swearing, Bucky being a little shit
A/N: after this part it gets better I promise
Part One Part Two
Briefly after the incident in which you broke your boss’s nose Bucky quickly returned to the asshole you knew and hated. Whenever you saw him now your lip instinctively curled up in an ugly grimace and your usually bright mood took a dampener. Swinging the door to the common area open you storm in waving the note left outside your door.
‘What the fuck is this?’ you screech, shoving it in Bucky’s face.
'Oh yeah, last mission got my clothes a little bloody. Need them cleaning’ he says lazily, glancing over the note ordering you to do his laundry. 'You’re my assistant it’s your job’.
'Yeah your assistant, not your fucking slave! I’m not doing this James you can shove your bloody clothes were the sun doesn’t shine’.
'Ok (Y/N) enough with the fucks’ Steve says looking over at you, exasperated.
'Sorry’ you mumble under your breath. 'You know James’ you say, tearing the note to shreds, 'some guys have more dick in their personality than they do in their pants’ you sprinkle the remains of the note over his head and as you turn you say 'I think you might be one of 'em’. Bucky, now obviously pissed by your comment and the confetti in his hair, stands up.
'What did you just say to me?’ He roars. You hear Sam and Steve sigh simultaneously and Nat say 'here we go!’
'I think you know full well what I said (James)’ you snarl. At this he marches over to you, grabs the front of your t-shirt with his metal hand and pulls you closer to him so you’re mere centimetres away from each other. A brief look of fear passes across your face before your eyes harden again in an attempt to make him see that he doesn’t scare you. He, however, must see terror present for maybe one or two seconds and he releases you in shock, his eyes wide and almost apologetic. You take a step back, rubbing your chest where the metal knuckles had probably left bruises. You try to quench the tears rising and swallow the lump in your throat to no avail and turn to leave before anyone can see you cry.
’(Y/N) wait! I’m sorry’ you hear him yell after you but you ignore him and storm off to your room. Bucky’s dog Steel follows you sensing your upset and you pat him softly on his head. He wags his tail and bounds about your room, evidently in need of a walk so you grab your fluffy coat to protect you from the biting autumn winds and a pair of bright pink trainers before scooping Steel up into your arms and heading back to the common area to fetch his lead. Before you enter you point your nose upwards, holding your head high in case Bucky is still in there. When you enter everyone looks to you, irritatingly that includes Bucky and you ignore them all heading straight to the door. Bucky steps in front of you, apparently saying something to you but you blank him completely and swerve to avoid him. You attach the lead to Steel’s collar and be sure to slam the door behind you.
Arriving at the nearby park you unclip the lead and toss a ball for Steel but as you do a Labrador barrels into you almost knocking you off of your feet. You laugh and make a big fuss of the dog until it’s owner runs up, red-faced and out of breath. You look at him try to put the hyperactive dog’s lead back on and think to yourself that this guy’s actually pretty good-looking, his brown, curly hair is messy and his large chocolate eyes are looking up at you having finally got his dog under control.
'I’m so sorry’ he says, still a little out of breath. 'I’m trying to get him training classes but he just jumps all over the other dogs’.
'It’s no problem I love dogs’ you say watching Steel and the Labrador play together.
'I’m Alex by the way’ he says offering his hand for you to shake. You do and then you introduce yourself.
’(Y/N)’ you smile at the two dogs and then back at the man in front you.
'A beautiful name for a beautiful girl’ he says, giving you a quick wink, making you laugh at his attempt at flirting. 'Hey what do you say to grabbing something to eat later?’ he asks and you smile, blushing slightly. You’ve got nothing planned so why not?
'As long as you promise you’re not a murderer’ you joke, laughing at his mock shocked expression.
'I promise’ he replies, now smiling at you.
'Then I’d love to. You should probably have my number then’. You take his phone which he is holding out to you and punch in the familiar numbers under your name. You stand and talk with him for some time, letting your dogs play together before you check the time and remember that you’ve probably got some paperwork waiting for you for when you get back to the compound. 'Alright Alex, I’ve got to go. See ya tonight’. You attach Steel’s lead and wave as he says goodbye and you can’t help but smile to yourself as you look at your screen already lit up with a text notification.
You walk back into the compound, head down still looking at your phone at a new message from Alex and grinning from ear to ear. 'What’s got you looking so happy?’ you hear Natasha’s voice and your head snaps up so see Sam, Steve, Nat and Bucky all still in the same positions they were in when you left. 'And don’t tell me it was the dog because no dog can make someone go from being close to tears’, she shoots a glare at Bucky, 'to grinning like an idiot’. You stick your tongue out at her and unclip Steel letting him run off to find something to chew. Pocketing your phone you skip over to where Nat is sat. You stretch your arms out either side of you and pause for effect.
'I have got a date tonight’ you sing and everyone looks to you with the same gaping expression albeit Bucky who you would have thought didn’t hear you if it wasn’t for his clenched jaw and deliberately hard stare at the TV. 'Oh don’t look so surprised I’ve still got it in me’. Nat jumps up and grabs your hand.
'Ok tell me all about him, what are you gonna wear, where is he taking you, how did you meet him?’ she says leading you off to your room and getting more excited than you are for the coming evening.
Sighing heavily and trying to dispel the nerves, you stand in front of your full length mirror to make sure you don’t look like your usual train wreck. You’re wearing your favourite red lace dress, one reaching almost to the knee and with a silk red ribbon tied around your waist in a bow. Your hair is in curls and your makeup is simple, light pink eyeshadow and a red lipstick that matches the colour of your dress and Nat’s six inch heels which she insisted you borrow, saying how great they made your legs look. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and after looking around for your small bag you grab it and head downstairs. You push the doors of the common area open and see Bucky, laying with his legs up watching some dumb movie. When he sees you his eyes widen and you brace yourself for the line if cruel comments which surprisingly don’t come. In fact he’s smiling, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wandering to every part of your body making you feel a little self conscious.
'You look amazing’ he says in a low voice, sitting up and watching you as you walk over to the sink to grab a glass of water. 'Where are you going?’ He inquires and you look curiously at him. Had he really forgotten about your date or was he just playing stupid?
'I have my date with Alex, remember?’ you say arching an eyebrow at him. His eyes go cold and you sigh as the grimace makes another appearance.
'He’ll never like you if you look like that’ he spits and your face falls.
'Hold up but you just said I-’
'I was lying, obviously. Jesus (Y/N) if you can’t even spot a lie how are you gonna know he’s lying when he compliments you?’ his words sting but you’re determined not to cry in front of him again, you couldn’t be seen as weak. 'Oh actually you will know, every time he says anything nice about you it’ll be a lie, let’s be honest there is nothing nice to say’. You blink at him slowly completely unable to fathom why he is being so bitter. Just as he’s about to say something else Nat and Wanda walk in followed by Clint and Sam, all four of whom stop when they see you.
'I know’ you say quietly to them. 'I know I look terrible, I’ll just text him and cancel it’s fine’ you’re still talking at a low volume hoping they won’t hear the tears about to fall. Again.
'Wait what? (Y/N) you look incredible, you have to go. Why would you think any different? Any man would be lucky to have a date with you’ Sam says looking in utter disbelief at you. Your eyes flit to Bucky who’s attention has returned to the screen and Sam catches this and sighs. ’(Y/N) don’t listen to that idiot he’s just jealous ok. Now go and have a great evening’ he puts his hands on your shoulders and you muster a smile and nod. Nat and Wanda both embrace you in a tight hug before you turn and leave, hopping into one of your uncle’s cars and speeding off to the restaurant.
You sigh deeply as you enter the compound, relieved at finally being home. It’s fair to say you wanted to be back earlier than you were and that Alex turned out to be the most boring, self absorbed guy to ever exist. You tried to get away but he spoke at you for what felt like hours giving you no time to interject and tell him that you needed to go. You kick your heels off, carrying them in one hand and rubbing your feet as you hop into the kitchen. You expect everyone to be in bed so when you see a dark silhouette sat at the counter you freeze. Flicking the light on you frown when you see it’s Bucky and he looks up at you. You roll your eyes, not being in the mood to take any more of his shit and walk past him all but ignoring his presence.
’(Y/N) wait! How’d it go?’ he asks. You stop and turn to him, a bit baffled by his genuinely interested tone.
'It was terrible’ you say bluntly. 'There are you happy now? Go on laugh at how you’re glad that I had the worst date of my life’ he looks at you apologetically and ignores your last comment.
'I’m sorry to hear that’ he says quietly. You’re about to leave, needing a shower and hearing your bed calling for you when something stops you. You don’t know why but you feel the need to find out if Bucky’s ok, to comfort him and your heart aches at the thought that he’s unhappy. You want someone to come and punch you in the face to get you to snap out of it but as there’s no one here to do that you step towards Bucky taking the seat opposite him. He looks up when he hears the chair against the tiles and smiles weakly at you.
'Nightmares?’ You ask concernedly. He shrugs.
'Something like that’.
'You wanna talk about it?’ He shakes he head and once again looks into your eyes making the pace of your heart pick up and a light blush spreads across your cheeks.
'Could you tell me something to take my mind off of it?’ He asks in a low voice and you smile reassuringly at him. You launch into a detailed description of the date and he gazes at you mesmerised by your lips and dancing eyes, a gaze you miss due to your investment in the story.
'Urgh he was awful, so cocky and yet so boring! How can someone moan so long about how the wine doesn’t go with the food? Like who cares? You ordered the wine idiot! Oh and when he asked me what I do I thought great I might get a word in edgeways so I tell him I’m a personal assistant and then he interrupts to tell me his sister used to be a personal assistant for some celebrity! I do not care about your sister you dick shit!’. You pause your rant and Bucky’s laughing, his eyes bright, inspiring you to continue. 'I mean yeah he was good looking but there’s only so much terrible personality a nice face can cover. Can you believe when we finished he asked me to pay? He said he figured I had the money because of the car I came in. It’s lucky I did bring money otherwise we could have been reported. And then when he finally asked for the bill he asked if I wanted to do it again and of course I didn’t so I said maybe we should just be friends then he called me a frigid bitch and stormed out! Can you believe it?’ You finish and Bucky’s shaking his head at you, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. You both grin at each other and you break the silence by voicing your desire to go to bed. He gets up with you and as you walk to the elevator together in silence he takes your hand in his. When you look up at him he avoids your eyes and stares straight ahead making you smile.
You reach your bedroom door, still hand in hand and the two of you stop. Just as you’re about to say goodnight he pulls you into a tight hug and holds you in his arms for what feels like hours. You figure this is his apology for earlier and hug him back. When he releases you he whispers a goodnight and turns towards his room before you can reply. Maybe the evening hadn’t been all that bad, you think, still unable to contain the smile tugging at your lips.