“Oh my god, I can’t believe you. We’re already back to this?”
While you spoke, Bucky laid his hands on the counter, hanging his head and huffing out a breath. He lifted his head and met your eyes, narrowing his own as he spoke.
“Because everything’s my fault, right?” “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.” “Why don’t you just go ahead and tell me what I can and can’t do?”
Your mouth fell open, and you shook your head.
“You’re such a bastard.”
Bucky let out a cold, bitter laugh.
“No kidding. But sweetheart, you’re not exactly a walk in the park.” “Guess I learned from the best.” “No arguments there.”
Your eyes were like fire when they met his.
“You see? I knew this was a bad idea. We’re no good for each other.”
Bucky nodded.
“At least we agree on something.”
You rolled your eyes, gathering your purse and walking towards the door. Bucky turned his back to you, crossing his arms over his wide chest, closing his eyes as the jolting boom of guns firing filled his ears.
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