Bucky x Reader One-shots

Cheap Thrills

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark.

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams?

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times.

Word Count: 3.3k

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"Uh uh. No way."

"It's true, trust me."

"You wanna bet?" Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. "Absolutely."

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup's warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

"Now wait a minute," a third voice joined the argument, "If we're gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more...down to earth. How about Y/N?" Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. "Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I'm offended."

Sam smiled apologetically, "I'm just saying, you did say ANY girl could do it with the right tools..."

Your eyes widened, fuzzy brain finally catching up to what they were implying.

"And I meant what I said..." Nat clarified, a wicked smile growing on her painted lips as she met your eye.

"Oh no..." you groaned.

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12 hours later, you found yourself squeezed into a much shorter and tighter dress than you would ever normally wear. You perched on a barstool, playing with a thin red straw in between sips of your fruity drink. It wasn't difficult to act bored and alone at a club, as you were instructed to do so. Any other Friday night, you would be back in the comfy sweatshirt and yoga pants you were wearing this morning, perfectly happy to be marathoning something on Netflix. However, after Nat got a hold of you, you barely recognized yourself. Nails painted, hair expertly styled and feet strapped into a sexy pair of heels, you were ready to party. Theoretically.

It wasn't that you didn't like going out on the town. Clubs just weren't your thing and wearing uncomfortable, borrowed clothing wasn't at the top of your list of enjoyable activities. But this was Natasha's game; you were merely playing your part.

Taking a sip of your drink, you caught the eye of a good-looking man at the far side of the bar. Looking away quickly with a smile, you then turned back to find him still staring. You held his gaze for a solid 6 seconds before glancing down bashfully, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. When you raised your eyes, the man was heading up the bar toward you. Gotcha.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered with a smile, getting the bartender's attention.

"I'd love that, thank you," you accepted, gesturing for him to sit beside you as the bartender approached.