Request: 18 with Bucky

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You hear a clicking noise coming from the front door of your apartment. You conclude that it's either a ghost pranking you or someone trying to break in.

"Not ghosts," you mumble to yourself, getting up from your sofa to grab the nearest heavy object: the small yet heavy statue on your desk.

You wait beside the door, hoping to god that the intruder gives up after trying to unlock your door for a few seconds. You take the time to quickly text your boyfriend that someone's in the house.

The door opens, and you launch the statue at whoever dared to break-in. Unlucky for you, you realize who it was too late. Bucky was entering, looking down at his phone at the text you just sent.

The statue makes contact with the back of his head. Bucky trips over his own feet, landing on the floor in front of the door. You cover your mouth with your hands in horror as Bucky lies on the floor in agony. "What the hell!" he shouts.

"I'm so sorry!" you exclaim, falling to your knees to make sure he's okay. "Are you alive?"

Bucky closes his eyes and rubs the back of his head while still lying down. "I'm alive. I can tell because of the pain."

"You scared the hell outta me, Buck!"

"Well, I'm naturally terrifying."

You scowl at him as he opens his eyes, chuckling at your face. "This isn't funny. I almost killed you."

"Isn't that how we met? Or am I losing my memory again thanks to your awesome aiming skills?"

"That's not funny, James."

Bucky starts laughing harder at your reaction. "C'mon, Doll. It's a little funny. Let me laugh. You just hit me with a statue."

You roll your eyes and stand up, leaving him laughing on the floor. "I should've hit you harder."