"Her Wrath"
"Are you still mad at me?" Bucky Barnes cautiously walks up to his girlfriend, The Avengers were laying low at Clint and Laura's house because yet again they'd pissed someone off. More like Tony pissed someone off and in doing so pointed a target on all of them. Natasha was standing in the open field, shooting a pistol. Natasha acted as if he hadn't even spoken, not even stopping her target practice. As he spoke Natasha hit the bullseye on the board causing him to noticeably wince.
"That's a yes." Bucky says to himself, any other man wouldn't have dared come after her so soon but...obviously he had a death wish.
"Why are you out here?" She rolled her eyes, looking out in the distance.
"Why are you out here?" Bucky questioned, afraid to say anything else.
"You can't answer my question with a question." Natasha glared at him, her emerald green eyes narrowed into slits.
"I just did." He blurted out.
"I could blow your head off." She reminds him.
"I know." He shrugs.
"What makes you so sure I won't?" Natasha looked at him.
"I know you won't for two reasons: first, You wouldn't get to see my adorable face everyday. I know you wouldn't want that. Second, I obviously have a death wish." Bucky does a half smirk in hopes to lessen the damage.
"I could do without seeing your fucked up face right now but, you obviously have a death wish. Nobody other than Clint even bats an eye to me when I'm pissed." Natasha crosses her arms, pistol sliding from her hand and onto the brown stool that sat outside.
"You could have killed me a long time ago, if you'd really wanted to." Bucky pointed out.
"I still could. You piss me off." Natasha mutters.
"You're no prize either." Bucky mutters under his breath.
"What was that?" Natasha snapped at him.
"I-uh nothing." Bucky hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"Is this you trying to cheer me up? Because if it is, you suck!" Natasha rolled her eyes.
"Not as much as you suck." He said, kinda pissed off.
"I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR ARM OFF AND BEAT YOU WITH IT!" Natasha yelled, shoving at him.
"THE FUCK YOU ARE!" Bucky argued. That's when Natasha eyes the metal arm, he takes off into a run. Natasha ran after him just as fast as The Winter Soldier was, tackling him to the ground and grabbed at his arm.
"LEAVE MY ARM ALONE YA FUCKING DEVIL WOMAN!" Bucky yanks his arm away as they wrestled, that's when the couple realized just how close they were to the other. Natasha underneath him on the grass, Bucky towering over her.
"Forgive me?" Bucky breathed.
"No." Natasha giggled.
"Damn it." Bucky mutters, rolling off of her.