Don't Blink

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Y/N's POV

"Is there a reason as to why you're such an asshole all the time? Or am I just that unlucky?" 

"It's your charming personality." I look at him sharply with a glare as he leans against the car. 

"Ugh! You're so annoying." I start to stomp away when I hear him following behind me. "Stop. Following. Me." I snap at him. 

"I'm going this direction too. You do realize the entire team rooms are this way right? Or did you suddenly get amnesia?" He smarts back as he brushes past me. 

I groan and shove my fingers through my hair, pushing it back as I glare at his retreating figure. 

It's been like this between me and Bucky since I started on the team. I never understood why or what I did to make him like this with me when everyone else treats me as part of the team. But he constantly questions my judgement, constantly second guessing my plans. It's a never ending story and it's getting on my last nerve. 

I turn on my heel and immediately head towards the training room for the defenseless punching bag. I have to take out my frustration on something otherwise it'd end up being him. 

I firmly and quickly wrap my hands once I walk into the training room. I place my music buds into my ears to drown out the background noise, even though everyone is currently asleep. I pray no one walks in. 

**2 hours later **

I bend over, placing my hands on my knees as I breathe heavily. I know I overdid it tonight but I was just so angry that I had to let loose. 

I pull my music buds out of my ears and place them into their case, humming softly to the song I had been listening to. 

"Are you ever quiet? Or is it just when you're asleep?" His voice echoes through the training room, the gruff tone instantly setting me on edge. 

"You've got to be kidding me." I look up to find him with his arms crossed, dressed in his training sweats and a tight black shirt. 

He rolls his eyes as he leans over to put away his weights. "I'll take that as a no, you probably talk in your sleep, too." 

I bristle. "You know, you could've just said nothing at all and I never would have said anything to you. I came in here to let off steam. You didn't have to follow." 

He laughs sharply. "I didn't follow you, sweetheart, so don't get it twisted." 

The term of endearment coming from him makes me want to go feral. 

"Don't call me that." My irritation floods my tone as I clench a fist. 

He lifts his head to look at me and his smile is all knowing. "Why? Does it get under your skin, sweetheart?" 

My eyes narrow. "You're just itching for it aren't you?" 

"Itching for what?" His smirk merely grows. 

My fingers flex. "Since you obviously have a problem with me since I started here, why don't we just take it to the mat?" 

He glances at the mat and back to me with an eyebrow raised. 

"You're just itching to be underneath me, aren't you?" He questions quietly. 

I definitely walked into that one. 

I scoff. "You arrogant prick!" 

He walks over to the mat and beckons me with his hand. "Well, c'mon then. Give me your worst."

I step up onto the mat and place my body into position when he comes at me. I dodge each strike, tossing a few of my own when he catches me off guard. He hooks his foot behind mine as I dodge his hands and yanks me off my feet. 

All the air in my lungs rush from my chest with a whoosh. But before he could even think, I slide my legs between his and twist my body until he follows me to the mat, landing on his back. 

I roll over on top of him and jab his ribs hard. "That's for calling me sweetheart." Another jab. "That's for being an asshole to me for the past two years." Another jab. "And that's for the comment about me being underneath you." 

I lean down to whisper in his ear. "I'm not a bottom, I like to ride." I lick the shell of his ear slowly with a light nibble and jump up with a smirk of my own. 

I glance down at the evidence of his desire, lifting my gaze to meet his with my eyebrow raised. "Now, who won?" 

I grab my things and head for the door, laughing on my way out. 

Little did I know that things would get way, way worse.