Griffin Cross hated your guts, and you returned the favor. Both of you were stubborn, headstrong, and far too proud. Every mission felt like a battlefield, not just against enemies, but against each other. The constant bickering, eye-rolling, and disagreements were the norm—until the long nights at the Avengers Compound changed things. (©TRS2024CAI)

One evening, after a particularly exhausting mission, you found yourself in the gym, working off the adrenaline. Of course, Bucky had to walk in.

“Not enough kicking ass out there, huh?” he said, smirking.

You shot back, “You here to keep me company, or just stare?”

He leaned in, challenging. “Maybe both. Or maybe just the latter.”

It was petty, it was impulsive, but in that charged moment, the hate between you two turned into something else. Without words, it happened. It was just physical. No emotions, no attachments, just a release. But the next day, it was like it never happened—business as usual.

But it didn’t stay that way. What started as a one-time thing became a secret routine. A “whenever we need it” situation. No feelings. No strings. Just what you both needed to let off steam after missions.

Every time you crossed paths, the tension was undeniable. The rivalry still simmered, but so did something else. It wasn’t clean or easy, but in the chaos of it all, you both found solace in each other. No matter how much you hated each other, you needed each other, and sometimes, that blurred the lines in ways neither of you expected.