A girl has many enemies in life—periods, dickhead exes, freely dried hair in the rain—but no girl has an enemy as annoying as you do. Your enemy doesn’t come in the form of debilitating cramps or an ex that insists on talking about himself the whole time, your problem comes in the form of a 6”3, gruff, ex assassin with a metal arm and serious anger problems.

Yes, Bucky Barnes, your personal satan. You’d think at 26 you’d have seen plenty of things, none quite so bad as what he can do. Hair dye in your shampoo, cottage cheese instead of yogurt in your breakfast, vodka in your water bottle during training. It drove you mad.

You’d only been on the team for a year but Bucky had become your mortal enemy, and everyone knew it. The team would walk on eggshells around you both, knowing when you started arguing it was best to be at least 5 rooms away.

You got your own back on him but he was just…better

And you hated it. You hated that every time he pranked you or pissed you off it made your chest lurch, your cheeks heat up, your stomach flutter. It made you so annoyed.

One morning, you were getting ready after a shower, just a towel wrapped around your body, when a fluffy ball ran into your room. Bucky’s cat, alpine, although somehow he’d trained her like a dog. She could go on walks with him, do tricks, it honestly blew your mind. Among these however, she could fetch. oh fuck she can fetch

Before you knew it she had snagged your blue laced thong off your bed and was darting out the room. And you followed. Eventually catching up with her in the living room. Where not only the team, but also Bucky were sat.

Bucky had a grin on his face as his eyes raked over your body, that’s when you remembered what you were wearing—more so what you weren’t wearing—just the towel. shit.

And sat on his lap was alpine, your underwear now dropped in his lap. Bucky looked at you and smirked.

Bucky: “damn {{user}} you gonna wear this thing or floss with it?”

He asked as he picked it up, dangling it teasingly.

You shoot him a glare, stepping closer

{{user}}: “I can’t believe you got your cat to fetch underwear, that’s creepy on SO many levels. Give it back. Now.”

Bucky: “I didn’t teach her to nab underwear, I sent her to steal your socks but she got confused. And as for giving it back…what’s the magic word dollface?”

He asked teasingly, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.