Captain America & The Winter Soldier Imagines

Bucky: Shots Fired

Bucky x Reader
Shots Fired
Warnings: blood
A/N: the reader and Bucky aren't all that involved through the middle but Nat and Clint are

                        ________

Peace. Bucky had been working for peace for over half of his life. He'd finally found it in spurts with the team. He was enjoying the silence of the Tower now, with his girl, you, by his side. Little did he know that his long-awaited relaxation was about to be disrupted.

                        ________

*Earlier that month*

The smell of food cooking wafted through the air and into Clint's room. His stomach growled, so he decided to investigate. He hoped Wanda was cooking one of her Sokovian dishes again.

He padded to the kitchen and opened the door, stepping in to look around. He wasn't expecting the bucket of freezing water rigged to the doorframe that spilled onto him.

He stood there, spluttering and shivering. He'd been pranked. Again.

"Natasha!" Clint yelled, peeling off his soaked shirt.

"Clint, what a surprise." Natasha said, stepping from around the counter.

"What the hell, Nat?" Clint asked.

"That could've happened to anyone." Natasha said nonchalantly.

"Oh whatever! This was specifically meant for me." Clint argued.

"Maybe it was. Who am I to know?" She replied.

"Don't act like you didn't do this. I must have my revenge! The prank war begins!" Clint shouted, running out of the room to find dry clothes.

"You're on, Barton." Natasha said, now set on winning.

                       ________

The next week brought chaos between Nat and Clint. They'd used every old trick in the book and some new ones too.

Clint froze Mentos in ice cubes and stuck them in Natasha's drink. Five minutes later they exploded. He didn't think anyone else would use it. Boy was he wrong.

The team was gathered around the table for dinner. You did this once a week. It was quite enjoyable most of the time.

You opened the refrigerator and grabbed three ice cubes, dropping them into your soda. Then you took you place in between Bucky and Sam, holding Bucky's hand under the table.

You were a few minutes in, talking and laughing, when your drink spontaneously exploded.

"Who did this?" You asked through gritted teeth, looking at the Mentos on the table.

"Clint." Natasha responded coolly, looking to her friend.

"Thanks for throwing me under the bus." He mumbled under his breath.

"Why?" You asked, soda dripping from the ends of your hair.

"It wasn't meant for anyone but Natasha!" Clint explained quickly.