pov- imagines

GUMMY- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson x reader, platonic!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!steve rogers x reader, platonic!sam wilson x bucky barnes
warnings: cursing, i think that’s all?? this is a crackfic lol
about: based off friends; bucky doesn’t share food.

god, you hated when sam was right.
you despised how he would shove it in your face for two weeks and parade around the compound like he just won the fucking lottery or something.

but he was right, and you didn’t care enough to pretend like he wasn’t; so you sat on the couch, blowing out a short breath as you glared at the door, acting like you weren’t staring a piece of whatever-the-hell-it-was-that-tony-made-his-doors-out-of down. the television was one in front of you, playing a stupid reality show that you watched when you didn’t feel like thinking, and you didn’t bother trying to feign any interest in it, choosing instead to huff and puff on the couch like a child.
sam was watching you from the kitchen with steve, shaking his head with a disgusted look. you barely acknowledged him when he threw himself over the couch to sit next to you. “he’s so old, y/n, stop moping, as much as i love being right, it isn’t as enjoyable when you’re just sitting here like a sack of potatoes, continuously proving my point.”

you ignored him, hmphing when steve came over behind you, “why don’t you just tell him? i told you he likes you back.”

you frowned at him, peeling your line of sight off of the door and on steve’s face, “what are you, six? do you want me to leave him a note in his room telling him i ‘like him?’” you mocked, knowing he was right but being too stubborn to accept it.
“besides, if he actually had feelings for me, would he be going out on a date with joana?”

“beth,” sam corrected, and you waved him off, settling yourself in front of the television but looking at the door.

“he doesn’t know you have feelings for him because, you know, you haven’t told him,” sam reminded, and you scowled at him,

“have i not been obvious? every time he goes on a date, i sit on this damn couch until he gets back so he can complain about his date to me. do you do that for steve, sam? do you?”

sam shrugs, “steve doesn’t go on dates.”

you groan, and disregard how steve makes an offended noise and begins to argue with sam from behind you.

you hear the footsteps of a certain super soldier on the pavement outside and smack sam’s arm, thrashing your arms in an attempt to shut the men around you up, instead slapping steve’s jaw.

“y/n!-”

“shh!” you shush, pushing him away, “go do something in the kitchen, if you’re just standing there, it’ll look suspicious.”

“i’m always standing here-”

“go away!” you rush, faking the focus on what you realized was love island. you poked sam’s ribs, “this is the one where jess and josh are getting it on.”

“oh, i love this one,” sam responded, and you nodded, “i know, so scream at jess like you always d- shhh, bucky’s here-”

“you were the one talking-”

“oh, hey buck! i didn’t realize i’ve been sitting here since you left for your date!”
sam shot you a look, which you pretended you didn’t see.

natasha trailed behind bucky, an annoyed look on her face. “i can’t believe i took off a whole afternoon to drive you to your date and back here for you to be so childish!” she complained, and you raised an eyebrow, “what happened?”

“your best friend is impossible! okay, so they’re sitting at the table, bucky just ordered fries and beth reached over to get like, two, and-”

you hiss, shaking your head, and natasha stares at you incredulously, bucky pointing at you and nodding madly, “you mean you know about the food thing?”

you look at her like she’s gone mad, “of course i do! bucky doesn’t share food- sam, don’t you remember the other day?” you ask, twisting your head to sam.

sam nods, “the other day, he was eating cheetos or something, he had the whole bag in his hand, and i reached over for one, one, because he was almost done with them, and he threw me off the couch! grumpy old shit.”

natasha scoffs, “but i’ve seen you share with y/n-”

you cut her off, “it’s a rookie mistake, happens to everyone,” you start, “i’m just sorry your date with joan-"
"beth," sam said again, and you ignored him.
"-didn’t go well, buck,” you finish, and your finger jabs at sam’s side when he gives you a look.

“i can’t believe this… ridiculous,” natasha mutters as she walks away to the kitchen, and bucky sighs sadly. “yeah, me too,” he pauses for a second, then smiles, falling on the couch on the other side of you, “so what’re we watching, doll?”

sam shakes his head at you both, “idiots,” he mumbles.
-

the next day, you’re sprawled on the couch again after sparring with steve, your muscles aching. you don’t find the energy in you to move when you hear bucky moving around in the kitchen, only greeting him when he sits down next to you.
he’s holding a bowl of gummies, and you drop your head against his shoulder. “what happened to you?” he asks, holding out the container to you, and you gladly take some candy, murmuring a thank you. “steve. he’s really ruthless today, i think sam’s jab at him about being a hundred year old virgin got to him after he heard pepper and tony’s activities this morning.”

bucky makes a displeased face at your words, “i know,” you say before he can respond, and he takes the remote control.

you’re halfway through an icarly episode when sam comes by, sitting on bucky’s other side. “why are you guys watching icarly?” he asks, and bucky shrugs, “i wanted to introduce bucky to the factors of my childhood. you know, before i got kidnapped and stuff,” you reply.

“okay,” sam says slowly, watching as you take candy from the basin in bucky’s hands and shove it in your mouth without a word from bucky. he decides to take a chance, reaching for the food inside the small bowl, and getting pushed off of the couch.

“what the hell! you just let y/n have some!”

“no i didn’t. she forced me. she’s ruthless,” bucky deadpans, and you nod from his side. “bucky doesn’t share food,” you add, and bucky agrees, “i don’t share food, stop touching my food.”

you concurred, putting a gummy worm inside your mouth.