Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Privacy

Summary: you've never had any privacy while staying in the tower. When you're paired on a mission with Bucky, you're both cramped in a tiny-ass apartment where neither of you get the privacy you want and need. 

Warnings: language, it gets a little frisky (insert sparkles here), some very immature name calling, plus Bucky has quite the dirty and mean mouth here

Length: 3.5k (not including the author's note at the bottom)

A month. 

That's how long you've stuck in this damn apartment. A whole fucking month. 

A month of silence, shitty company, and no privacy in some run-down apartment with the world's biggest asshole. 

To say you were frustrated was an understatement. Honestly, you were pissed. Bucky did everything he could to get on your nerves. From purposely walking on the creaky floorboards to moving around a lot on the old couch, to even walking in the bathroom when you were in the middle of a shower. 

You had enough, but he didn't seem to take the hint. 

The one nice thing he did was let you take the old mattress on the floor while he took the couch. That happened the first day. Ever since then, he'd been the world's biggest douche, pissing you off with every word that came from his mouth.

"What's for breakfast today, sugar?" 

"Call me another pet name again and I'll snap your wrist, dipshit." You warned. "You're making your own breakfast. Last time I made breakfast you refused to eat." 

"It looked like a two year old threw it together." 

"It was all I could do with eggs and stale toast!" You threw your hands up in the air. "I want to see you make something yourself, Gordon Ramsay! Go on! Make breakfast!" 

"No." 

"Then starve! I'm not cooking anymore!" You threw down the towel you were holding and stormed off. "I'm going to shower. Don't you even dare think about walking in on me." 

"Not my fault you take so damn long." He muttered.

"I take five minute showers with that ice cold water." You huffed. 

"You do not." 

"You take twice as long as I do! You're used to the cold, so it doesn't matter. Hydra had you locked in a freezer for seventy years, so you probably love the cold."

"Shut up." Bucky snapped.

You smirked, knowing you struck a nerve with him. He did that every other day with you, so today was your turn.

"You're an absolute pain in the ass, you know that?" You continued. "I'm stuck here in some shitty apartment with the world's biggest perverted asshole. There's no sign of Hydra. We don't need to be here anymore."

"Go take your shower." 

"Don't fucking walk in on me again!" 

"Don't think I don't hear you." He drawled, changing the subject.

You froze. "What?"

"I hear you. At night. In the shower. When you think you're alone. These walls are paper thin. Plus my senses are enhanced, remember that, sugar."

Your breath caught in your throat. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Oh yes you do. I hear those sweet little sounds coming from your mouth and I know exactly what you're doing." Bucky got up from the couch and started to walk toward you. "You're frustrated."