there will be five parts to this. hope you like it!

Bucky Barnes was annoying.

He was completely abrasive, discommodious, and vexatious. Not to mention just downright irritating. It was almost as if the man was put on this Earth for the sole purpose of making her life a living hell. Like it was his destiny, his calling, his goddamn life mission; and he did his job so damn well. And his job was a twenty-four hour, three hundred and sixty-five day, year round position.

She kept a list. In the tiny, pocket-sized notebook that she kept in her back pocket at all times, there were pages upon pages that recounted each time that he pissed her off. Like when he would knowingly eat the last of her favorite cereal and then put the empty box back into the cupboard. Or when he would sit on her favorite side of the couch, leaving her the lumpy and uncomfortable cushion. And the worst of all was when he called her 'princess'.

But none of this even started until she and her now ex-boyfriend broke up.

Before that, he was a somewhat decent human being. She could actually stand to be in the same room with him for more than five minutes, and he kept to himself, and ate his own cereal. But once she broke up with 'Fuck Face'- as Bucky liked to call him- it was as if something inside of his brain just clicked, and ding! It was time to be a caustic asshole.

Today was going to be particularly bad, however.

She knew it as soon as she stepped into the kitchen and saw her arch enemy sitting at the kitchen table. He was leaned back in his chair, feet propped up in the chair next to him, his hair was haphazardly pulled back in a bun, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. If his feet were in any other chair, she wouldn't have rolled her eyes as soon as she rounded the corner of the kitchen. But his feet were in her chair. The chair that she sits in for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; the one that gives her a perfect view of the television in the common room.

Bucky had the New York Times spread out in front of his face. There was a cup of coffee to his right, and a plate with a half-eaten piece of peanut butter toast. She stood there for a moment, knowing that he couldn't see her, and forcefully flipped him off. His foot was tapping along to the music that played through the overhead speakers, and God! She just wanted to punch a hole straight through that newspaper, right through to his face.

He didn't even to take a peek to know that it was her; he could tell by the way she huffed, and she puffed, and she closed the cabinet doors just a little too hard. But he turned the corner edge of his paper down anyways- just making sure- and when he saw her standing there with her back towards him as she looked through the cupboards for the coffee, a smirk grew on his lips. She hadn't been awake for more than ten minutes, and yet, her day was already ruined; he loved it.

"Have you seen the good coffee?" She asked him with disdain. Talking to him wasn't something she enjoyed doing, but he was the only one in the kitchen, and she couldn't find the coffee anywhere.

Bucky lifted his cup to his lips, taking a long sip, making sure to slurp it as he did. Mostly because he knew she hated that sound, and also because he had just finished the last of the good coffee. He tried to keep a straight face as she turned to face him, but the look that she was giving him was just priceless. He let out a chuckle, gently placing his mug back onto the table.

"What?" He asked her with a shrug. "There's decaf in there."

She blinked at him a few times before slamming the cabinet door so hard that it made him wince. And without saying a word, she stormed off back to her room, stomping her feet with each step she took. He could hear her slam her door, too. Bucky laughed to himself before he went back to reading his paper.

"I fucking hate him, Steve!" She yelled into her phone once she got into her bedroom. She didn't care if the entire compound could hear her. And she didn't care that Steve was currently on a mission, and definitely didn't have time to listen to her incessant bickering about his best friend. "Fucking take him back to Bulgaria or Africa or wherever the fuck you found him!"

Before she gave her friend a chance to reply, she furiously stabbed her finger into the tiny, red button on the screen of her cellphone and threw it at her pillows. And then she pulled that tiny notebook from the pocket of her pajama pants and scribbled on the line, 'drank all of the good coffee AGAIN'. For extra emphasis, she added about four exclamation points; not that she needed four exclamation points to remind her that Bucky Barnes made her blood boil.

She took to the gym, deciding to take her anger out on the punching bag. It wasn't like she could take her anger out on him- though she wished she could- she wasn't at all strong enough. Usually she would vent her problems to Wanda or Natasha, but both of them were in Berlin with Steve, and she wouldn't dare take her problems to Sam; he would only find a way to make things worse, if that was even possible.

With each punch that she threw at the bag, she pictured Bucky's stupid, perfect teeth and his dumb, dimpled chin that she hated with the fire of one thousand suns. She could feel her knuckles begin to bruise, and the sweat dripping from her face to her chest, and her lungs began to hurt. But she still kept going, because she wasn't satisfied with herself until she had mentally displaced his nose at least a hundred times.

"Take it easy there, Ali." It was his voice. The voice she had grown to hate, that automatically made her want to jump out of a window whenever she heard it. She only punched harder, gritting her teeth each time her fist collided with the leather. "You're going to hurt yourself."

He had been standing there a good ten minutes, just watching her- or, just watching her ass in those tiny, tight, black shorts that she always wore when she was working out. He absolutely despised those shorts, and the way they barely left anything to the imagination, and the way they somehow seemed to keep getting smaller somehow. He would never openly admit that he'd practically had a hard-on for her ever since the day they first met, but she had been with someone else for the longest time, and a bitterness grew inside of him like a cancer.

So when she finally dumped Fuck Face, he didn't really know what to do. And irritating her was just so fun. He loved the way she mouthed off when he made her really mad, and the way she crinkled her nose at him whenever he said something sarcastic, or how she would stomp off when she was fed up with him. It was hilarious and adorable. And despite the fact that she absolutely hated his guts, Bucky wouldn't have it any other way.

"Will you ever leave me alone?" She asked, hands on either side of the punching bag to keep it steady. Her breaths were short, hands sore, hair soaked with sweat.

"I don't know, princess." He replied with a smile. "Will people in Hell ever get ice water?"

Knowing the answer, she began to unwrap her hands, wondering if there was a place in this compound where she could finally escape him. He just stood there with a smile on his face, looking as innocent as he ever could. She rolled her eyes at the man standing in front of her, hating how easy it was for him to make her upset.

"Fuck you, Barnes." She spat as she stomped across the gym.

Bucky laughed once more, admiring the way her ass jiggled with each step she took. Before she exited the gym, she turned to him and gave him the bird. "Whenever you're ready, princess." He said, half hoping that she heard him, and half hoping that the slamming door was loud enough that she didn't.

okay so this is unlike anything that i've ever done, and i'm very excited to be sharing it with you all. like i mentioned before, there will only be five parts; the remaining four will be longer, i promise. so let me know what you all think!