He looked back at you for a moment, a shit-eating grin on his face before his foot caught on a tree root, sending him face first into the ground, his top hat flying a few feet away. He let out a rather loud 'oomph', turning onto his back groggily. You took the chance to pin him down, your legs straddling him as you held his arms. A small scratch on your cheekbone began to bleed as you caught your breath.
"Seems as though you've caught me." He said, looking into your eyes.
"Seems as though." You deadpanned. "Now give it back."
"What back?" He asked innocently, a painfully fake confusion showing on his features.
"The coin, you idiot." You snapped, releasing his wrists so he could grab it. He sighed, rolling his eyes and reaching into his coat pocket, pulling out a small burlap pouch. You snatched for it, but he pulled it away before you could reach it.
"Now, I could keep this, and get paid quite fairly, or I could give it to you. Can I have a reason to choose the latter?" He asked, that smirk returning.
"Does living sound like a good enough reason?" You sassed, earning a small chuckle from him.
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"You couldn't hurt me if you tried."
"Oh yeah?" You lowered your face until it was inches from his. "How about that girl of yours? Your daughter? Is she as strong as you?" You whispered dangerously. Anger flashed in his eyes, and in a moment you were pinned to a tree, his forearm over your neck.
"Don't you fucking dare talk about my daughter." He seethed. You remained stoic.
"All I ask for is the coin, Hatter."
He released you, taking a few deep breaths.
"What happened to you?!" He suddenly shouted. "What happened to good times?!"
You were shocked for a moment, but was quick to shout back. "Good times?! Yeah right! Want to know what happened?! You did!"
He scoffed, picking up his hat and putting it back on his head. "Me, huh?" He said calmly. "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but you were doing the exact thing I was. This. This whole 'steal for money' shit. You've been doing it just as long as I have."
"I'm aware." You spat. "But I never thought you of all people would try to ruin it for me."
"Ruin it? I was doing as I was told!"
"Well, so was I!"
He was silent, looking over your features. His eyebrows furrowed as his mind pondered a new possibility.
"Were we set up?" He asked quietly. "Were we plotted against each other?"
You thought about it, but shook your head, clearing your mind of the thought.
"No." You insisted. "Every time I was given a task, you'd swoop in to get it first. That is what happened. End of story." Your eyes flickered to the pouch in his hand.
You quickly snatched it, his eyes flickering to you as you did, but his body making no moves to get it back.
"Goodbye." You said turning to walk away. But, before you could leave, he took a hold of your arm, spinning you around and crashing his lips onto yours. You fought it at first, but melted into his embrace. It made you remember the times before the fights over missions, before you accepted the job as a collecter and portal jumper as well. It made you miss him.
"Jefferson." You sighed, pulling away.
"What?" He asked. "Could you forgive me if I forgave you?"
You looked into his eyes, those sad eyes you'd once loved. And you said the word you never thought you would ever say.
"Yes."
Bucky
You popped a slice of bread into the toaster, but we're distracted before you were able to start it, seeing as to how you were spun around to see your boyfriend smiling down at you.
"Morning, Bucky." You smiled. He leaned down and kissed you softly.
"Morning." He said huskily against your lips. Your hands found his waist as his lips rejoined yours, kissing you until you were dizzy.
It all happened so fast, and you were soon sitting on the counter as he mumbled things in Russian against your neck, leaving kisses in between words.
Then you heard someone clear their throat.
You immediately pushed Bucky away, a bright red blush covering your face.
"Really?" Natasha asked. "You're asking her to marry you here?"
Now Bucky was blushing, a smirk tilting your lips. Here you thought he was saying unrepeatable words, when actually he was spilling his heart out, which is totally unfair.
So I found this. Apparently I never published it. The last one is based off a head cannon on pintrest
