With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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FYI: SHIT IS GONNA GO DOWN :)

Y/n's POV:

We had all been roped into another game night by Peter and somebody had decided that Bucky and I would make a great team for charades. It was not going well and we were losing, but at least everyone was getting along.

"Umm, soldier! Jumping! Train?" Buck yelled at me.

Clearly, I was conveying the wrong message there.

"Hungry? Oh, those Harry Potter movies?"

"Times up!" Tony shouted, with a grin on his face, he and Pete were in the lead.

"It was Iron Man, you know, Tony," I answered. Two guesses who suggested that name.

"How?" Asked Steve who was partnered with Sam.

"He flies, he's always eating..." I explained.

"You're shit at this." James told me. Thanks for the constructive criticism.

"No swearing, asshole." Tony glared at him, covering Peter's ears and making him roll his eyes.

Maria Hill (who was partnered with Nat) was about to point out the flaw in Tony's logic but Nat told her it would be futile.

"You're both shit." Said Clint, pointing to Bucky and me, "But at least you aren't fighting, that was insufferable."

"Yeah," added Sam, "remember when you broke his metal arm just after he first arrived because you said he was being a dick?"

I laughed a little, I felt bad now but that was almost a year ago.

"What?" James's gaze turned to me.

"Don't worry about it." I mumbled before we all continued to play the game.

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I walked into my bedroom after the games had finished because peter had to go back to May before 11 pm and I started to put away the laundry that I had folded up before dinner when Bucky burst into my room.

"What the fuck?" He hissed through his teeth.

"I'm sorry?" I responded in surprise to his unusual greeting.

"Yeah, you should be."

"No, I wasn't apologising," I clarified, "I was just surprised."

"You broke my arm two weeks after I got here?" He half-asked, half-stated.

"Yeah, and I don't regret it." I told him, "Like Sam said, you were being a Dick."

"I had just gotten back from being brainwashed for seventy years. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I did try to be nice." I reminded him, "I tried to help you with the tech around the tower, I said 'Hi!' every morning, I believe I even baked you welcome muffins, so what was your problem?"

"Oh I'm sorry that I didn't have good social skills after being kept in a cell for seventy years." He spat back, his voice thickly laced with sarcasm.

"So what? You got a shiny new arm without an ugly red star on it. You don't have to be so mad."

"It took me a week to figure out all the weird controls Stark added!" He shouted.

"Then be mad at him." I retorted, placing another shirt in my dresser.

"I came back to the world after being locked away for seventy years and you didn't make it any easier." He said, taking a step toward me and slamming the door behind him.