Bucky x Reader One-shots

Sharing is Caring

Characters: reader, Bucky, Clint, Sam, Natasha.

Summary: Your mutual crush on Bucky is at a stalemate, but you get both get a push after Clint discovers one of your weaknesses.

Warnings: Fluff! Small mentions of drinking and prescriptions drugs.

Word Count: 1850

A/N: This fic is for my love, my darling, my favorite Canadian Insomniac: Roo . Happy Birthday, my dear!! I love you forever!!! Also, this was inspired by a hilarious conversation between the Avengers Trash Tower ladies and I that took place months ago. I'm so happy to know you all, my darlings!! And yes, Roo, I still have that legally-binding screenshot. ;)

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"Y/N..."

"No."

"Please, Y/N?"

"I said no," you replied firmly.

"Aw, come on! You can't possibly eat all of those yourself! And it's just rude to eat them in front of me," Clint pouted, eyeing the box of cupcakes in front of you.

Leaning forward, you spoke emphatically, "Y/N DOESN'T SHARE FOOD."

Clint leaned away, "Geez! Why are you yelling? And since when does Y/N refer to herself in the third person?"

"Since Y/N has been binge-watching 'Friends' for weeks," Sam answered for you.

"Y/N personally identifies with Joey Tribiani. And correction," you spoke as you licked some frosting off your fingers, "Y/N has finished watching 'Friends' and moved on to 'Seinfeld'."

Clint rolled his eyes, "Okay enough with the third person thing. Besides, you shared with Bucky!"

You remained focused on unwrapping yet another cupcake—this one Chocolate with Salted Caramel Buttercream—knowing if you met Clint's eyes too much would be revealed.

Shrugging casually, you finally answered, "He gave them to me. I was trying to be nice."'

"Uh huh...and why would he do that?" the archer asked pointedly, sly smile upon his face.

"Shut up!" you whispered sharply. "He said he was just passing by my favorite bakery and thought I could use a treat. That's all."

"Sure thing, Y/N. And denial is just a river in Egypt," Clint winked as he stood up, quickly dodging a wrapper you had tossed at his head before leaving the room.

Okay, so maybe you knew that Bucky paid a little more attention to you than any of the others and yeah, maybe you were more liberal with food around him. But something always held you back from moving beyond simple sustenance. One of you had to make a move but so far neither could make it happen. Friends who share cupcakes was pretty good for right now, though.

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Shockingly, that cupcake-fueled sugar high interfered with your already screwed-up sleeping schedule so you curled up on the couch and continued your binge watching as you waited for the sleep aid to kick in. You always had trouble keeping to a regular sleeping schedule, only dozing off in random intervals most of your life, but lack of sleep inevitably would eventually catch up to you. On missions, you were great in the field because staying alert and keeping watch was part of the job. Once things calmed down back at the tower, you usually attempted some normalcy and gave in when prescription sleep medication was offered. At times there were side effects, though, or sometimes you would just drop off without much warning.

That night, you must have drifted off on the couch but you vaguely recalled hearing voices and someone helping you to your room, probably Nat.You awoke the next day in your own bed feeling almost rested. Approaching the kitchen, you stifled a yawn as you heard murmurings between a few of your teammates. Sam shushed the others as he caught your eye and they all turned your way, now suddenly silent.