Chapter 3
Steve
Steve was walking home from his first day of public high school when he heard arguing from around the corner.
"Soldat, why the fuck did you let him get away?" a voice hissed
"Rumlow, I don't want to do this anymore" Growled another. it made Steve shiver but he ignored that for now. there was a loud slap and he winced.
"you were made for this, shut up, bitch" just then Steve stepped out from around the corner with a scornful look on his face
"Hey!" he then realized what he was up against. Bucky Barnes with a handprint on his cheek and Brock Rumlow. However they don't scare him, just makes him more angry. "you don't get to treat him like that!" he barks to which Rumlow laughed.
"I treat him however the hell i want" he snarled backbefore Steve punched him square in the nose. Bucky froze before immediately holding Brock back.
"Rumlow it's not worth it, stop!" he pinned his arms down but he started kicking as his nose bled. he couldn't help but think of the logistics of that-
"You fucking cunt!" he yelled as he kicked Steve in the stomach. He stumbled back and groaned.
Bucky
Bucky was trying to tell the kid to get away. he could never understand Rumlows pride but it was fragile and if broken would cause an entire fucking tantrum. "Stop! you idiot, you're hurting me!" he yelled at Brock but he would listen, he just kept kicking and yelling insults.
"Mother fucker! you touch me again and you're dead!" he screamed before getting out of bucky's grip and stomping off. for fucks sake they were in high school and that was the most immature shit he's ever see. he panted as the blonde kid held his stomach. this wasn't how he had wanted to meet him but it was a chance nonetheless.
"i'm sorry" he said