"That hurts!" You hissed.

"No it doesn't." He responded. You glared at him over your shoulder. He shuffled back, to rest on his knees, then tugged on the Tshirt bind. He smiled. "Perfect."

You laid there, watching him as closely as you could over your shoulder as he lowered his body down, feeling his muscles pressing over your back. Half of you wanted to kick, fight, push him off, and half of you...

The bed dipped by the side of your head, his hand pressing down on the sheets. You waited, his mouth getting closer to your ear, his breath feeling hot on your skin, his words on the tip of his tongue.

"What exactly do you plan on doing here Barnes?" You said hesitantly, after a few seconds of silence. A few seconds of painful silence. With him just on top of you. Barely touching you.Not touching you the way you wanted.

He laughed.

Then you felt one of his hands slide around your hip. Automatically, your body arched, lifting your hips off the bed slightly so that his hand could slip between you and the bed. Then you clenched your jaw and stilled yourself. But he'd already noticed.

His lips grazed your earlobe. You felt your heart thumping loudly in your chest as you waited for him, half naked and tied up on his bed.

"What I plan on doing," He whispered, suddenly making your entire body shiver. "Is to take you back to your room."

"Wait wha-" Your sentence cut off as you squealed, from the sudden movement of him tugging on your hips until your whole body came off the bed, and then he was throwing you over his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place.

"James Barnes put me the fuck down NOW!" You shouted as he seemed to spin around in place with you just resting on his shoulder.

He sat on the bed, pulling your body onto his so that you were now straddling his lap, one hand on your tied wrists behind your back, the other around your waist. You huffed the strands of hair out of your face.

"I don't appreciate being manhandled by some science experiment." You spat, trying to wriggle out of the deathgrip he had on you.

"You know, if I hadn't been through all this therapy, some of your nicknames would really hurt."

"Shame."

"But I know it's really a cover up for you getting turned on."

"What?! Absolutely not, you m-"

He shut you up by tugging on your wrist restraint and kissing you. This motherfucker had a seriously bad habit of kissing you mid sentence, and you fucking hated it.

Mostly.

He pulled back to see you red faced and frowning.

"Stop doing that." You hissed.

"But you enjoy it so much." He retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Bet you didn't even notice your hips moving over me."

As if to illustrate his point, he pulled on your hips, sliding your core over him. You smothered down the moan in your throat, but he still noticed. It just seemed to make his eyes darken.

"Now," he continued. "Back to your room."

Once again, he threw you over his shoulder, then stood up, and you watched the floor of his bedroom disappear as he walked out of the room. You shouted, cursed, wiggled and fought as much as you could, but you were a dead weight with nothing to hit him with.

Halfway to the lab, you gave up, and just went limp. Waiting for him to put you down.

You watched the floor turn into the lab tile, then into the carpet of your bedroom. Suddenly, you were flung down and landed awkwardly on the bed. You shuffled around as best you could with your hands tied behind your back, until you were finally seated and facing him. He had the audacity to look bored.

"So what now, you stand there staring until I say sorry?" You snarked. He folded his arms over his bare chest and stayed silent. "Like I said, I have nothing to apologise for. I didn't want to go to dinner, I didn't want to sit next to you, I don't want to be part of your little mutant team. And I don't need you watching me all the time."

"We're not all mutants." He replied, with the tiniest smile on his lips.

"Still have nothing to apologise for." You muttered. He just watched you for a couple of seconds, then leant down, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, his face inches from yours. Your heart started up again, hammering in your chest, and your brain screamed at you to do a host of things to Bucky besides talking.

"How about trying to stab my hand?" He mused. You pursed your lips. "Or outright defying me when I told you to eat? Or that little show with the napkins?" You stayed silent. "Let me ask you a question. What do you want your safeword to be?"

"What?" You queried, his question completely throwing you off.

"Your safeword." He said as he leaned in closer, drawing your gaze to his lips as he licked the bottom one before continuing. " I know you enjoy this little game of ours. To be a little brat, piss me off. I know you are desperate to be touched again." He whispered, his hands slowly starting to slide over your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat. "You want to act like you hate me, rile me up, then have me in charge and do all those things you've been fantasising about."

"I haven't-"

"But there's a line between me being in control, and overstepping. So, we need a safeword, for you to use, when you want it to stop. When you actually want it all to stop."

You pondered his question. What he was asking of you. What he was implying. That this would carry on.

You had an idea.

"Pineapples." You finally said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Pineapples?" He repeated.

"Yes. Do you not know what they are?" You spat.

"Oh I know. You just agreed very easily." He commented. You said nothing. "Pineapples it is. Now, whenever you are ready to apologise," He leaned in closer. "We can celebrate properly."

You swallowed, ready to put your plan into action.

"I...I'm sorry." You muttered. His eyes flashed with confusion, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Then his face softened.

"Good girl."

He reached behind you, pulling the restraint off your wrist. You felt your skin relax. He pulled back slightly to toss his Tshirt to the side.

Then you ran.

You ducked out from under him, running to the door, and made it three steps before you were pulled back and slammed against the wall, his metal hand on your jaw, and anger on his face.

"Think you can get away that easily?" He growled, his metal fingers hard on your skin, his entire body pressing you against the wall. Your body was electric underneath him.

"P-pineapples." You squeaked. His eyes widened. "Pineapples." You said again.

The silence between you was thick. He seemed to be battling with his thoughts.

"I meant what I said. It will stop." He muttered.

"Why do you think I said it?" You squeaked.

"That means I won't come back. I won't do this anymore. You won't get this anymore. No more petty arguments, no more playing, no more ." He whispered against your lips. Your mouth panted open, but you quickly snapped it shut.

You wanted your old life back, before he walked into it. Before he made you question everything you'd grown up with. You didn't want to fuck the one guy in the compound that stood for everything you hated, did you?

You looked into his eyes, his ice-cold expression radiating through you. His jaw set in a way that made your stomach clench. You stood your ground.

"Pineapples." You whispered once more.

He took his hands off you as if you burned him. He stepped back. He was still staring at you.

Your brain told you that you did the wrong thing. Your entire body was screaming the same. You leaned against the wall as the adrenaline started dissipating from your veins. Your lungs felt like they could no longer function.

He headed to the door. You watched him walk two, three, four steps, then he was pulling the door open as you felt like your stomach was going to explode.

.

Suddenly, you were running up to him.

You grabbed his arm, pulled him back to face you, then grabbed his face and smashed your lips to his.