He didn’t give up. Ever. Everywhere you turned, the frat boy was never far away

Bucky was part of a few sports teams on campus, alongside the rest of his frat. They had some Greek name you didn’t care about, but they’d been dubbed ‘The Avengers’ by the rest of the campus - because if you were in that frat, you never lost a game, a match, a point. Nothing

Bucky was arguably the cockiest and most upfront of the avengers. He’d set his sights on you during your first year of college, maybe because you seemed to be the only person on campus who didn’t want to sleep with him - but he hadn’t left you alone since

“Nice try, Barnes. Seats taken”

You scoff, not even having to look up from your textbook to know it’s him who’s just slid into the seat next to you

“Aw, but {{user}}”

He whines, making you roll your eyes at his childish tone

“Am I not allowed to sit next to my favourite person in class?”

He continues, with the most irritating smirk on his face that you’ve ever seen. But, you don’t back down. At all

“No”

You say simply

“That’s Nat’s seat. Move”

And as if on cue, your redheaded friend taps Bucky on the shoulder, raising an eyebrow as she gives him a sarcastic wave