pov- imagines

JUXTAPOSITION- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson, may parker, mentions of peter parker, steve rogers, and natasha romanoff
warnings: cursing, oblivious idiots, bucky with a crush, a smidge of angst, it's basically all fluff.
about: the times bucky pretended he wasn't interested and the event that showed he was or prompt: ngl we all shipped them before they made it official bc he kept scoffing that he didn't like her but always looked at her first whenever someone told a joke just to see if she was laughing too
a/n: I FINISHED THIS THREE MONTHS AGO IT'S BEEN IN MY RTPs FOR THREE MONTHS (i hope this does not suck)

"they're so sweet together, don't you think?" may parker croons from sam's side, a flute of bubbly champagne in between her fingers and her eyes on the happy couple huddled behind a table, unaware of the eyes on them as they hum sweet words to each other, blinding smiles permanent on their lips. her nephew is speaking excitedly with some of the other guests under the guise of refilling may's plate. sam isn't sure how he ended up sitting next to her, but he doesn't find himself complaining, especially after getting to know her for the entirety of the night.

sam snorts good-naturedly, a small grin beginning to pull at his cheeks as he watches you tug bucky's lips to your by his loosened tie, your new husband obeying you like a loyal subject to his queen. "'wouldn't have believed that before they got together."

may raises an eyebrow in surprise, turning to sam, "really? i find that hard to believe."

sam nods, "buck would say the opposite. 'pretended she annoyed him and always teased her."

the slam of the soft-close fridge is loud in the compound's kitchen, making everyone in the living room jump. steve turns from his spot on the couch, eyes settling on your fuming figure in front of the fridge.

"who—" you begin, eyeing everyone as you lift an accusing finger, "ate the mango ice cream in the freezer?" at the lack of responses, you huff, planting your hands on your hips. "you know, the one i bought last week during the mission to guatemala clearly marked with my name and a very real threat."

"oh," a voice cuts in, totally nonchalant and unbothered, "was that yours?" bucky asks through a mouth full of ice cream, an empty tub of the artisanal ice cream in his hands with a metal spoon clattering around inside it. "sorry."

"her things would always go "missing." so she showed up in his clothes until he didn't have any left."

bucky grunts in frustration as he pulls drawers open, shoving them closed when none of them contain any semblance of what he needs. running a hand over his face, he looks down at his bare chest, realizing his only option would be to get one of steve's ridiculously tight shirts. his open door gives him a view of your strut down the hall, draped in a familiar material. your eyes catch his and you wink, waving at him and letting him catch the stain he'd made on the sleeve of the shirt he'd lost a few days ago.

a hand tugs up sweatpants he immediately recognizes as the ones that he couldn't find yesterday. you pointedly stare at the knives that are poorly hidden underneath random things on his desk—your knives. favorite ones, actually, that you couldn't seem to find for the mission two days ago.

he grins at you when he notices where your attention is, forgetting about his predicament for a moment as he waves back, watching you leave with a smile and empty closet.

"and—ha! i almost forgot, he'd always turn up the temperature every time she was in a room with him and take all the blankets. drove her insane."

"why is it always so damn cold?" you complain, wrapping your arms around yourself and looking to bucky. "it's always when you're here, too."