Different oneshots between Marvel Cinematic Universe's Bucky Barnes X Y/n (Female Reader) Most of them are an alternative universe, so doesn't match the mcu Storyline, some do, some don't, some oneshots are big, most are average sized or small, (In...
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Title: One bed...?
Summary: You both had a hard time getting along, and for this mission you were having to share a room... and there is only one bed... is this recipe for disaster or... a start of something?
The mission was supposed to be straightforward: in, out, and done. You hadn't expected to be sharing a room, let alone a single bed, with Bucky Barnes.
You'd barely gotten along since you first met him. He was reserved, stoic, and often a little too blunt for your liking. Every time you'd attempt small talk, he'd give you short, clipped answers that made you feel like you were pestering him. And as much as you'd tried to shrug it off, it got under your skin. You'd stopped trying to make nice, and he didn't seem to mind.
But now, here you were, checking into a tiny, run-down motel with only one room available-thanks to a major storm grounding all flights. The mission had ended earlier than expected, and you were supposed to be halfway home by now. Instead, you were stuck, with the last available room in the whole town. And it had one bed.
"Well, this is cozy," you muttered, crossing your arms as you took in the cramped space: a small table, a faded chair in the corner, and a single bed against the wall. The entire room had a faint musty smell, which only added to your discomfort.
Bucky gave you a brief look, clearly unimpressed himself. "I'll sleep on the floor," he grumbled, tossing his bag to the side.
"Fine by me," you said, trying to mask your relief. There was no way you wanted to share a bed with him, not with all the tension simmering between you two.
After a quick dinner of stale vending machine snacks, you both silently prepared to get some sleep. You couldn't help but notice how Bucky's broad frame barely fit into the narrow space between the bed and the wall. He lay there, arms crossed, staring at the ceiling as if he was daring it to fall on him.
It was well past midnight when you stirred, shivering as the room seemed to have grown colder. You opened your eyes and noticed Bucky had also shifted, trying-and failing-to find a comfortable position on the floor. For a moment, you felt a pang of guilt. He looked... well, miserable.
Sighing, you shifted to the edge of the bed, trying to look casual about it. "You know, there's enough room up here for two people. If you just... stayed on your side."
He turned his head to look at you, a hint of surprise in his expression. "Thought you'd rather freeze than share."
You rolled your eyes. "Look, we're both adults. And, believe it or not, I'd like to actually get some sleep tonight. You look about as comfortable as a pretzel down there."
