With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Y/n's POV:

Dinner was almost silent. Nobody said anything. Everybody knew why. Bucky was missing. Not gone. Not dead. Just not here.

"Does anybody want some ice cream?" Tony asked, his tone much gentler than usual. As I looked up, his eyes met mine. I shook my head silently. 

The seat across from me was empty. I thought back to a conversation over lunch just a couple of days ago:

Sam fake gagged, "I'm sorry but I could never fuck one of you guys."

A smirk started to grow on my face as I cut up some chicken on my plate.

"We're not actually asking you to, Sam. We're playing 'Fuck, Marry, Kill'." Nat replied in an irritated tone. "Come on..."

"Still no." He answered stubbornly. " I mean, can you imagine hooking up with any of these guys?"

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I couldn't look up or I would make eye contact with Bucky and then the game would be up.

Nat turned to him with a bemused look, "I have a girlfriend. And she works for SHIELD..."

Sam sighed, frustrated, "Yeah, but THE TEAM? We work together every day, there's no way we could fuck and hide it from each other. No way."

*Do you agree, Doll?* Bucky's warm voice drifted into my head.

*Shut Up Barnes.*  I replied, still trying to keep my grin hidden from the rest of the group.

I heard Buck snigger across the table from me. Dickhead.

"It's a game, Sam." Nat persisted.

"Still. No." Sam repeated taking a bite of his meal to avoid answering the question.

"Fine." Nat sighed, "Y/n?" 

My head span around to look at her, "What?"

"Fuck, marry, kill: Stark, Rogers, and...Barnes."

Oh shit.

I drained my glass to try to procrastinate.

"Well obviously she's going to kill Bucky," Wanda laughed, "At least make it difficult for her."

That is what I probably should say, but I don't want to hurt his feelings.

As if he know what I was thinking, Bucky sent me an amused thought. *You can kill me, Y/n/n. Go ahead.*

"Fine." I agreed, "Kill Bucky, fuck Tony, marry Steve."  I decided, preparing myself for the aftermath.

"Really?" Tony mocked me, "I have to say, Y/n, I'm flattered but you're a little young..."

"Oh fuck off old man." I retorted, "You're the best of a bad bunch. No offense Steve."

"None taken." He laughed, passing me the water jug.

I felt one of Bucky's feet nudge mine under the table and I looked up to see him flashing me a quick smile. *Your room or mine tonight?*

I smiled and nudged him back. *Let's stay in yours again. I like it there.*

*You just like it because it smells like me in there. We've been there the last two nights, don't you think we should switch so that we don't get caught?* He asked, gently kicking my other foot a couple of times.

I held back another smile, too much smiling and silence would make the others wonder if I had been replaced by a shapeshifter again. *I'm not even ashamed to admit that you're right. But your room is bigger anyway so let's just stay there.* I pleaded. 

*Your bed is comfier...* Buck added, his foot still tapping mine, every burst of physical contact lighting me up inside.

*We both know that's not true. And it's smaller.*

*I guess I'll have to hold you extra close when we fall asleep. What a tragedy.* Bucky's smile begged me to say yes, and it probably was the best thing to do.

*Fine.* I gave in, *But you have to bring me a new hoodie, the other one is losing its scent.*

Bucky chuckled a little as he took another bite of his food. Everybody else at the table, was completely unaware that we were having a conversation.

*Am I going to get the first hoodie back, or not?* He asked, taking a sip of his drink.

*Nope.*

*Didn't think so...* He sighed silently.

It would be so different until he got back. So silent. I was begging for him to reply when I thought to him, but so far I had heard nothing. No response. But he would come back.

He had to come back.

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