i hate you but

Bucky and y/n despised each other. Why? It was all because Bucky Barnes was a pain in her ass. Well, to be fair, y/n always made sure to return the favor.

After everything that went down with Thanos, SHIELD, as well as the Avengers, were reinstated by the government to fight off any threats against the planet’s safety. Of course, with SHIELD being reinstated, HYDRA was back in business.

Well, at least HYRDA was trying to get back to business. Since SHIELD was reinstated, they were one hell of a thorn in HYDRA’s side. With SHIELD actively shutting down HYDRA’s attempts to resurface, the Avengers barely had to leave the Avengers Compound to leave on missions. Well, that was both a blessing and a curse.

After the battle with Thanos, Bucky decided Wakanda was no longer for him. With Sam taking on the responsibility of being Captain America, he knew he also wanted to be out there protecting the innocent instead of taking care of those goats who keep shitting in the grass.

He just didn’t expect adjusting to life in the tower to be so difficult. Having Earth’s mightiest heroes under one roof was not a good idea. The day Bucky walked in through the doors of the compound, he knew the h/c-haired girl was bound to be a problem.

No, she wasn’t anything compared to HYDRA, but it was like everything she did was meant to inconvenience Bucky in any way possible. Bucky was stuck in the basement? It was because y/n accidentally broke the elevator. The mission didn’t go as planned? Bucky was quick to point the finger at y/n.

You see, she wasn’t doing any of these things on purpose; she was just naturally a thorn in his side. After years of being a SHIELD agent, she knew what she was doing all the time—well, most of the time.

“Damn it, y/n! You left the stove on!” the brunet yelled through the high-pitched ringing of the fire alarms. y/n flinched as she walked into the room, her ears beginning to ring as the alarm blared.

“I thought I turned that off!” y/n shouted back at him, her hands covering her ears.

“Well, you didn’t! Couldn’t you have checked to see if you actually turned it off?” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest.

“What the fuck was I supposed to do? Put my hand over the hot-ass stove to see if it was cooling down?” y/n held her hands up in defense.

“Yes! At least that would’ve kept this place from going up in flames!” Bucky exclaimed, trying to fan the smoke away from the stove with a tattered white rag.

“FRIDAY, turn off the smoke alarms and activate the vents!” y/n requested over all the noise. The smoke alarms stopped and y/n could finally hear everything clearly again and the smoke began to clear. y/n saw the pissed off expression Bucky sported but that wasn’t exactly the first thing she noticed.

Bucky was shirtless, his white t-shirt damp and in his flesh arm. y/n would never tell him aloud, but damn, this man was hot.

“How did I not think of doing that?” Bucky questioned himself, his brows furrowing at how easy it was for y/n turn off the alarms and clear the smoke.

“That’s because you’re stupid,” y/n smiled as Bucky grumbled in response, “Also, I swear, I turned the stove off. I’ve never not turned the stove off.”

“What the fuck is all the commotion about? And why is there smoke everywhere?” Sam coughed, walking into the kitchen.

“y/n left the stove on and burned away half the kitchen!” Bucky exclaimed, pointing to the burnt remains of what used to be the kitchen behind him.

“Oh,” Sam flinched at the sight.

“Yeah, I know! This is probably one of y/n’s worst mistakes to date!” Bucky exclaimed and a frown made its way to y/n’s way. She was so sure she’d turned the stove off after she made noodles.

“Hate to break it to you, but I was the one who left the stove on,” Sam admitted, Bucky’s lips formed a nervous smile as he was now awaiting the scolding he was about to receive from y/n.

“Boom, bitch! I didn’t burn down the kitchen! Are you finally going to admit you accuse me of shit that isn’t my fault?” y/n jumped in front of him, an expectant smile on her face.

“When most of it is actually your fault? Not a chance,” Bucky squinted as he shook his head. y/n groaned, clenching her fists at her side before storming off into her room.

“I really think you shouldn’t be as harsh on her as you are. I know you lost Steve and all, but that girl lost a lot too. Nat was her best friend, now she’s gone. She was pretty close with Steve too, he’s gone. Tony? God, he was like a father to that girl. Can you maybe knock your attitude down a notch?” Sam requested the moment the sound of y/n’s door slamming rang through the compound.

“We all lost people, Sam,” Bucky shook his head dismissively.

“But y/n’s different. Look, just be nice or I’ll stop buying plums from the farmer’s market,” Sam warned him before walking off.

Meanwhile, the moment she shut the door behind her, the rings of her phone echoed off the walls of her room. She rushed over to her dresser and realized it was a number she didn’t know of.

“You’re an Avenger. You can deal with a prank call,” she urged herself before unlocking the phone and answering the call, pulling the phone up to her ear.

“Y/N L/N?” a woman’s voice questioned.

“Speaking. Are you with the government? I swear, I only fell asleep for 15 minutes during the meeting,” y/n panicked. The woman on the other side of the phone sounded like she could’ve been the secretary to one of the senators she met with the week before that day.

“I’m with the government, but not in the way you’re thinking. Miss L/N. I’m Elise Jones from child protective services. I’m here with your sister’s lawyer, Mike Jonas. We need you to come over to the 87th precinct,” the woman explained. y/n’s brows furrowed; was her sister in trouble? She could’ve sworn Cassy was the goody-two-shoes of the family.

“Did Cassy do anything wrong? Shouldn’t you be contacting her husband? Wait, child protective services? My sister doesn’t hurt her kids, I know that for a damn fact,” y/n spoke, her tone filled with confusion.

“Miss L/N, your sister’s dead,” upon hearing those words, a feeling of dread crept upon her. No, it wasn’t possible, was it?

“No. No, this isn’t possible. If you’re trying to paint me as a suspect to my sister’s murder, it’s not happening,” y/n shook her head in denial. She’d been through that process before the accords and she sure as hell wasn’t going to go through the process anytime soon.

“Miss L/N, I assure you, you’re not a suspect for this case. I didn’t want to tell you this over the phone, but due to unforeseen circumstances, you’re the legal guardian of her children.”