Bucky Barnes Imagines

Awkward?!

Just your typical 'And there was only one bed' story. Bucky and you can't stand each other, so sharing a bed during a mission is not exactly high on your bucketlist. But sometimes you just don't have a choice.

This is set in a universe were Civil War and everything after that didn't happen, and everyone lives happily together in the Avengers Tower. Reader is an Avenger.

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 Just your luck.

Stark had sent you, along with five other avengers, on an undercover field trip to Maine. He and Cap had some clues about a Hydra base somewhere in the area, and while the mission was going on, the six of you were stationed in a little motel. And of course there were only three free rooms with each one bed.

"I'd say we toss for it," Wanda suggested.

You sighed. "Fine. As long as I don't have to sleep with Barnes."

Normally, you would've volunteered – you were good friends with Sam and Steve, and it was just sharing a bed, nothing more – but both boys had claimed one of the rooms for themselves. That meant one of you had to share a room with Bucky. And if there was anything you didn't want ...

Wanda and Natasha shot each other a look. They knew by now how much you disliked him, you almost didn't talk about anything else. And that's exactly why they were convinced there was something more about your feelings. After all, there's only a fine line between love and hate.

They had made excuses about how both of them had a boyfriend, so it was obvious that they just couldn't sleep with another man, even if it was for a mission. But you were adamant, so tossing it was.

Natasha took the dice. "I'm one or two. Wanda is three or four." She started shaking the object in her closed hands. "Y/N is five or six. Agreed?"

Both Wanda and you nodded, so Nat tossed the dice on the table in front of you. It rolled and rolled ... and came to a stop.

"Which number is it?" You asked Wanda, because the dice was too far away for you to see.

Nat stretched her neck to take a look, then smirked at you. Wanda just tilted her head. You waited for their answer, but then it dawned on you. Your eyes widened.

"No."

You weren't surprised when the supersoldier opened the door and immediately turned with an exasperated sigh at the sight of you. He couldn't stand you just as much as you couldn't stand him, that was obvious.

How it had come that far, you had no idea. You actually quite liked Bucky when you first met him. But he was really competitive, and you were even more so. And so everything you did turned into a competition, to the point where the others were so annoyed that they all left the room whenever you and Bucky started bickering.

That, and then there was that annoying tension that you felt whenever you were near him.

Why they had agreed to put you two together, you couldn't put your finger on it.

"Don't worry, I'll sleep on the ground if you want to."

You turned from where you were brushing your hair in the bathroom mirror, and saw Bucky eyeing the rather small two-person bed. You just shrugged. "Fine."

Laying the brush aside, you opened one of the wardrobes where you had seen the extra blankets, and threw them at the soldier, who glared at you. "Here you go. You should have enough with two."