Bucky x Reader

Misunderstanding Part Two

"You like everything about me." He remarked playfully, a large smile on his face.

"As Simon Cowell put it, that would be a no from me." Both you and Tony shared a laugh before heading off to your work stations to perform more tests and experiments with the sample.

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You jerked awake, your eyes drowsily took in your surroundings. The pale white of the walls and the shiny matte black of the floor. Lazily you rubbed your eyes with your hands. With a groan you lifted yourself off the chair, stretching your arms and neck.

"What the hell.." You mumbled incoherently to yourself, shoving your hands clumsily inside the pockets of your lab coat. A few moments later, you could feel a low grumble in your stomach, as it growled with vicious ferocity. Figuring you needed food and nourishment, going to the kitchen won't hurt you in anyway or so you thought. Reaching there, you could make out the shapes of people gathering around a table a fair distance away from the kitchen.

With a deep breath, you quickly made your way into the cupboards, scourging for anything edible without anyone noticing you. You settled with a box of pop tarts and three muesli bars before heading for the coffee jar as you quietly try to pour the hot liquid into a cup. As you finished, your feet led you to the door before someone called out. Feeling a sense of dread wash over you, you reluctantly turned around.

"Hey, Y/N.. I haven't seen you in while." Bucky spoke up, his eyes lighting up in a way you haven't seen before. A forced smile tugged the edge of your lips as you try to push past him. Instantaneously, he grabbed your arm; your pop tarts and muesli bars falling on the ground. A deadly silence filled the room, his gaze piercing into yours.

"Do you want anything?" You asked, bending down to pick up your items. From the corner of your eye you could see Bucky running his hands through his long hair in frustration. "I......" Bucky paused, his jaw clenching. "I just need the old Y/N back." He continued, his words growing more quiet. You could feel his eyes roam your face, searching for an indication or a response. You stood up, a rush of mysterious confidence encircling you.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ever since we've gotten our hands on the alien sample, you've been acting strange... You've been locked up in your lab and you haven't even came out in 3 weeks. Now don't tell me that isn't weird?" Bucky explained, crossing his arms in front of his chest almost the same way Steve did days earlier.

Noticing the similarities, you knew what Bucky was trying to say. You took a step back, clutching your items close to your chest. "I don't need you to tell me what i should and shouldn't do." You shoved him out of the way, suddenly feeling his hand on your shoulder as he spun you around to face him once again.

"What do you want?!" You snapped, glaring at the man in front of you. Both his hands gripped your shoulders tightly as he stared intently at you.

"I heard what Steve and Sam said about you. About how you're probably risking your life on researching the sample." He started, taking a deep breath. "Y/N... This is extremely important. I don't care if you listen to me or anyone for a matter of fact, but you need to stop. You need to stop digging into it any further or you might get yourself killed."

You shook his hands off your shoulders as you scowled at him.

"I thought you were different! I thought you'd understand..." You clutched the items closer to your chest, water droplets brimming the edge of your eyes. "But you're just like the rest of them. Stuck in past and not realising the true potential of what science can really do!" You exclaimed, quickly wiping a tear with your wrist as the warmth of your coffee began to simmer. Your heart boiled with contempt and anger for the man in front of you.