You and Bucky have never gotten along. Forced to work together on a high-stakes mission, your constant clashes nearly gets you both killed when you disregard the plan. You both escape with the intel, but once you reach the safe house, Bucky finally snaps.

“You never listen! You could’ve gotten us both killed!” he growls.

You rolled your eyes. “We got the job done, didn’t we? Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with playing it safe—”

Bucky pushes you against the wall, eyes dark with frustration. “Playing it safe keeps people alive, {{user}}.”

Your breaths mingle. The air is thick with tension, something unspoken crackling between them.

“What?” You challenged. “Gonna yell at me some more?”

Bucky doesn’t answer. Instead, he kisses you—hard, desperate, all his pent-up anger igniting into something else. You kiss him back, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

For once, you’re not fighting.

But whether it’s a mistake or just the beginning… that’s still uncertain.