With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Bucky's POV:

I woke up, sprawled over the still-made bed with my legs tangled with Y/n's. The reason I woke up? Some idiot was calling me way too early in the morning.

I reached over to get it but ended up knocking the phone off the bedside table. Begrudgingly, I bent down to pick up the phone, I saw it was 10:50, not so early after all.  I guess all the combat (and sex) from yesterday had tired us out a little.

"Buck?" I heard Steve say, I only mumbled a reply since I was barely awake. "What were you doing? This is the third time I've tried to call you!"

"I was asleep," I grumbled 

"Really? It's almost 11?" 

"Yes really," I replied, "And I know what time it is."

"You didn't have another nightmare?"

"No." I replied, pulling on some boxers and a pair of grey sweatpants. I guess I didn't. "Why did you call again Steve? I thought we were being picked up in a couple of hours."

"That's the problem, The Jet broke down once it landed with us and it can't be fixed for a couple of days so we've sent one of the other SHIELD Jets to come and get you, but it can't get there until tomorrow."

Of course it can't.

Knowing my luck, what were the chances that I would be stuck with her for another whole night? Apparently pretty high.

"Ok. Thanks Punk, see you then." I was about to hang up when he interrupted,

"Actually we won't be done with our mission for a couple of days so you two will have the compound to yourselves."

What the fuck? I swear Steve and Nat have been trying to push Y/n and me together but it's not going to work, I'm pretty sure she hates me now more than ever and I'm not overly fond of her either.

 I hung up the phone walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Then I heard a little groan coming from the bedroom. "Sore?" I called out.

"Yeah. And it's all your fault." She replied. 

...I won't say anything.

"It's all your fault I've got this giant ugly bruise on my arm." She walked in, showing me. 

Ouch. Okay, I feel a little bad.

"Is that my shirt?" I ask, seeing her draped in my red Henley.

"Oh shit, yeah." She looks down before starting to walk out of the room, pulling it off. "Ugh, I've also got a giant bruise on my back." She calls back. Again, I don't know if that was me or the HYDRA yesterday.

"Bye the way, we're staying another night." I tell her walking back into the room and I swear I catch her checking me out for a second.

"What's wrong? Are the others okay?" Why the fuck is she so comfortable walking around without a shirt on in front of me? Don't get me wrong, last night was fun but I didn't want her to know how much she turned me on.

"Yeah, just an issue with the Jets." I answered, pulling a shirt on. "What was that yesterday?" One of us had to mention it.

"Okay, so it was a two time thing." She replied quickly, "It doesn't mean anything and we still don't have to tell the others." I heard the door shut behind her and I walked over to the bed and lay down.

I didn't want it to mean anything, she was still an irritating bitch and I still didn't want to be within 50 feet of her, but she didn't have to put it so bluntly.

I don't know how many hours passed while I was trying to figure out the stupid television, but it was different to the ones at the compound and I just couldn't understand it so I decided to go find Y/n. An irritating conversation would be better than trying to use this colourful torture device.

It suddenly clicked that she didn't tell me where she was heading, obviously not expecting me to follow her. 

Ooh, swimming.

She's always swimming. Since she pointed it out when we were on the cruise, I had noticed that whenever nobody knew where she was, she was normally in the pool. But it was dark out? Probably wouldn't bother her.

After asking the incredibly talkative receptionist for the directions, I started walking to the pool. It had only taken him about half an hour to tell me.

Once I got there, I just stood over the edge of the pool as she swam her lengths under the stars.

"Y/n." I called, but her head was submerged under the water.

"Y/N!" I yelled again, getting her to swim up to where I was standing.

"What?" She asked impatiently.

I looked down at her before realizing something, "Are you wearing a T-shirt?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Exactly," I replied, "Why?"

"Okay, If you fall off a boat or if you get pushed in the water, are you going to be wearing a swimsuit or are you going to be wearing clothes?" She asked, continuing after I stayed quiet (I understood, I was just both confused and a little amused at her logic) "I think it's better to be prepared so I swim with a shirt on."

"Don't you ever swim for...you know, fun?" I chuckled.

"And do what?" Y/n asked, her judgemental eyes staring into me.

"This." I answered before promptly kicking the water in her face.

"ASSHOLE!" She shrieked in shock, splashing the water back at me, soaking my pants.

"Oh that's it. You're dead." I muttered, stripping to my boxers and jumping in. Again, splashing her in the process.

"Oh, you're on." She said through gritted teeth, starting to chase me down. Shit she's fast.

She might not be a super soldier, but she caught up to me pretty quickly and immediately started attacking me, wrapping her legs around me to get a good hold on me but perching herself right on top of my dick. I could tell that she was pulling her punches, but honestly, angry Y/n kind of turns me on. As if I didn't already know that.

"Again Barnes?" She asked, biting her lip to contain the slight smirk that was quickly plastering itself on her face. "Seriously?"

"Are you really that mad?" I grinned.

"What? That Tiny Barnes is making another appearance?" 

"We both know there's nothing tiny about him..." I whispered in her ear.

"Crap. I hate that you're right." She threw the water at my face again.

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