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You and Bucky hated each other’s guts.
In your eyes, Bucky was a pig-headed brute who always insisted on talking over you and undermining you at any chance; he always seemed to relish in your embarrassment and loved to patronise you by frequently calling you “doll”. The unique vintage term of endearment was seemingly sweet and wholesome to everyone else; but to you, it would send a pleasant tingle to your core that would radiate throughout your spine and exit through your toes, causing you to feel goosebumps all over and make you internally shiver, your natural automatic reaction to the self-perceived nefarious pet-name only made you all the more angry every time he insisted on saying it.
You hated his serious and perpetually grumpy demeanour, you hated how he would embarrass you in front of your teammates scolding you at the top of his lungs for putting the team in danger by, to your credit a thoughtful and brave act, usually running off and abandoning your post to save a civilian. Bucky would never apologise for the way he treated you and spoke to you in front of others as if you were a child. You wouldn’t have minded his scolding if it was in private, but to do it in front of your friends and teammates, was all the more humiliating. You hated his smug fucking face, his stupid metal arm and how insanely beautiful he was. Even when he was angry you couldn’t help but fall deeper into the blue pools of his eyes, soaking in the wetness of his waves and basking in the