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Waiting to go on a morning jog with Bucky and Sam, you sulk in the lobby of Stark Tower. It’s too early for this and you want to just go crawl back into bed. Then again, you wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to spend time with your best friends, even if it’s just to witness the hilarity of their love-hate friendship.
Missing your usual cup of coffee, you don’t feel totally awake. Even so, your hearing is keen enough to pick up the absurd comments a few S.H.I.E.L.D liaisons are spewing.
“Can you believe that Director Fury is still allowing that murderer to be on the Avengers team?!”
“Who? Barnes? He’s kind of hot though.” You roll your eyes at the second woman’s comment.
“Yeah, if you're into killers.” The taller agent snarkily retorts, “They must be really desperate.”
That’s the final straw. Not one for confrontation, you try to hold your tongue under most circumstances. It’s usually never worth the trouble but something about these two fuels your irritation and anger.
“Fuck off, would ya,” You grunt out, standing from the comfy chair you’ve folded yourself into.
“Excuse me?!” Comes the anticipated screeching.
“Are you that pathetic that you feel the need to try and shit on others?” Your glare is harsh, causing her to shrink back, “Even when you don’t know them or what they’ve gone through?”
“I..I didn’t mean..”
“She didn’t mean anything by it,” Her companion comes to her aid but you’re in no mood to play games.
“Bullshit. Maybe you should put more of your energy into doing your damn job rather than gossiping. Why do you feel so free to put other people down? Don’t you have anything better to do?...”
Your rant is interrupted when Sam pulls you close to him, “Okay (Y/N). They get it. And I’m sure Fury would love to hear all about this during our briefing later. Why don’t we let them go back to work now?”
You tsk indifferently, turning away from the scene, “Whatever.”
Sam and Bucky watch as you walk off bitterly.
“Didn’t know you had a personal bodyguard, man,” Sam chuckles, elbowing Bucky in the ribs.
Pushing Sam away playfully, Bucky flips him off, “You better stop before I have her go after you too.”
“Please don’t. (Y/N)’s scary enough already. And, I’d like to make it to my next birthday.”