TW: Some kink language

Bucky wouldn't even let you pay for the meal. Which made you feel even worse. It made you feel like he thought this was a proper date, and you couldn't imagine anything further from the truth.

After you left the restaurant, Bucky instantly went to his bike and passed you the helmet. You didn't take it.

"What, you wanna take me to another restaurant?" He teased. You glared and snatched the helmet out of his hands. You shoved it on your head and got onto the bike. This time, you held the back rail, like you tried to last time, determined to make his life more difficult after the show he just put on. And it sure did. It took him 15 extra minutes to get to the compound, after he realised you weren't going to hold onto him or help with the turns, meaning that he had to slow down. As soon as you pulled into the garage, you jumped off, threw the helmet on the floor and stomped off.

You heard his footsteps behind you after a few seconds.

"What the hell has got you so riled up?" He called after you, but you kept walking. "Hey!" He grabbed your arm, but you just wrenched it out of his grip and kept going. "Princess!"

You whirled round to him.

"Stop calling me that." You seethed, and he took a step back when he realised that you were actually quite angry.

"Well I still don't know your name, so it's 'princess', or 'doll'. And you made your feelings on 'doll' quite clear."

"And now my feelings on 'princess' are clear. Fucking stop. Or I'll start calling you James."

There was a pause as he stared at you.

"I don't think I'd mind that, actually" He countered.

You groaned in frustration (both kinds) and turned back around to walk to the lab. He followed. Of course he followed. He was like those annoying wasps that followed you around outside just being annoying as fuck.

"Alright, well tell me why you're particularly mad now then?" He asked, when it was clear that you weren't going to answer him. "I mean, you're pissed off at me most of the time, but tonight you seem especially-"

"Wanna know why I'm pissed off?!" You suddenly snapped at him, stopping your stomping steps and walking towards him instead. "Because you single handedly ruined the first fucking date I've had in four fucking years! All I wanted was to drink, get laid and move on with my life but no, crappy Fossil Man had to do his 'duties' and make me look like an asshole! Now I'll go another 4 years without getting fucking any!" You shouted, not even knowing if there was anyone else in the halls watching. You hoped they weren't. But you also didn't really care at this point. Bucky was just staring down at you, his face blank as you screamed at him.

Until, his expression changed. His eyes got an odd emotion behind them. It wasn't shock. You couldn't really tell what it was.

"Four years?" He suddenly said, his voice quiet. "You haven't been with anyone for four years?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but no." You scoffed, turning away and heading to walk down the hallway again, when Bucky grabbed your arm and whirled you back around, pushing you against the wall and standing in front of you.

Just like the party.

Just like your dreams.

"If you can meet anyone online, why has it taken you four years?" He asked. You stayed silent, scrutinizing his gaze which seemed to be running over your face. "If you didn't want me there, why did you make me take you?"

"I have to, don't I?"

"No." He laughed. "You know every way in and out of this compound, so if you wanted to go alone, I bet you know 10 different ways of doing exactly that. So why did you ask me?"

You didn't really have an answer to that. He was right, you did know numerous ways out. But you didn't use any of them. You didn't to use any of them. You just texted Bucky straightaway.

"I can't drive." You decided to say. It was a complete lie, but he wouldn't know that. His eyes narrowed.

"I think you just enjoy being an asshole." He said. You raised an eyebrow - that was the first time he'd called you that. "I think you knew it was going to go tits up, and you wanted to blame me when it did. I think you wanted me there."

"Don't flatter yourself." You went to move, but he put his hands either side of your head, caging you in. You felt warm. He was very close. He had leaned in now, and his nose was almost brushing yours. When he spoke next, you could feel his breath hitting your face.

"I think that you like acting like some kind of brat, to see how I'm going to react. Isn't that right?"

"Please, you wouldn't know a little brat if she slapped you round the face." You snapped, not quite realising what you said until after it came out of your mouth. Neither did Bucky, by the confused look on his face. You took the chance to duck out from under his arms and run to your room.

The next day, Bucky was still thinking about you. Still thinking about what you said. It was the way that you said the two words 'little brat'; like they were a title, like they meant something that he didn't know about. Which happened often ever since he came out of HYDRA, because the world had moved on a lot since. The thing is, he wasn't sure how to find out what you meant. He felt like it was a specific phrase that the usual search wouldn't help with.

He wanted to know what you meant, because honestly, he was enjoying getting to know you. Even with your solid brick metaphorical wall you had around yourself, he felt like every second he spent with you was giving him more of an inkling to your personality. And so far, he was finding you very, very intriguing.

He went about his day, scouting the people he was around, trying to work out who the best person to ask about this phrase would be. Steve had all the experience he did, so that wasn't going to be helpful. Natasha or Clint was a possibility, but then they were a little older than you, so maybe not, if it was a generational thing. And if it was slang, they weren't the kind of people that would know that - they had no children to teach them. Wanda was brought up in a different country, so he didn't think she would know either.

He finally landed on someone that he thought maybe wouldn't know what it was, but would definitely know where to look.

Sam. He had siblings, nieces and nephews, so surely he'd have picked something up from them about finding out slang terms online?

"Hey, Sam!" Bucky called across the track, as he walked towards the running man.

"What's up?" Sam panted, wiping his forehead with his shirt.

"I need some help."

"Ohhhh, with your little assistant lady? No problem, what do you need?" Sam smiled. Bucky tugged him off the track to a quieter spot.

"I need to know about a specific term, I think it's slang. Nothing I've heard of before."

"Oh right, like what it means?" Bucky nodded at his question. "What is it?"

"Uhhh..." Bucky shifted, not sure if he wanted to tell him. Sam seemed to catch on.

"Oh yeah you can just google that sort of thing - maybe add the phrase 'urban dictionary' to the end, that's better for slang terms. Just be careful, cos there's a lot of naughty bits on there too." He winked dramatically.

"Why does everyone think I'm some kind of nun?" Bucky scoffed. "We had sex in the 40s!" He groaned, throwing his hands up and walking away from a very confused Sam.

Bucky headed to his room, shut the door and grabbed his laptop off the side, sitting on the bed as he opened it. Thankfully when Tony set this up, he put Google as the front page, because Bucky was finding that he had to look up a lot of things when he first moved in.

So there he was, typing in 'little brat urban dictionary' into the search bar. The first result had a webpage title of urban dictionary so he assumed that was the one Sam was talking about. He clicked it.

It opened to a page that had the following entry:

A submissive that likes to push their doms buttons on purpose hoping that they'll punish them. Sometimes part of the Daddy Dom/Little Girl lifestyle as a means of getting punished, spanked, studies taken away, sent to little space, etc.

Ashley: he tells me I'm such a brat, but what's wrong with wanting to be choked then slammed into a wall while being kissed.

Friend: wtf is wrong with you

"Why are you being a little brat (Daddy asks while I throw a tantrum for his attention) now come here and bend over so I can spank you!"

Bucky didn't really know how to process what he was reading. He knew about the BDSM/Dom lifestyle (again, they had all this in the 40s, shocker), was mildly intrigued in it back then, but he didn't much partake in it. It was very hushed up, very unacceptable, and he'd been a bit too busy with the whole war thing.

He didn't really see you as someone that was involved with it. Although, he supposed it isn't always obvious who was involved. And the fact that the information was so readily available online meant that there were probably a lot more people that partook in this lifestyle than he was aware of.

Now the question was, did you just say it because he said it first? Or were you actually into this kind of thing? 'Push their doms buttons' was definitely what you had been doing to Bucky, so it didn't seem like a completely wild theory. But if you were into this kind of thing, did that mean that you were attracted to Bucky? Was he the Dom in this situation? Did you get turned on whenever you two had a conversation?

The more he thought about it, the more he realised that you actually enjoying your ...odd dynamic with Bucky, wasn't completely off putting for him. In fact, he didn't think it was off putting at all.