sam-huff

Secrets

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1235

A/N:  Was totally inspired by the tv show Friends on this one :). You, Bucky, Sam, and Steve spill some secrets


You were pulling the laundry out of the dryer, dancing around while you did chores, in some yoga pants and giant t-shirt.  You noticed one of Bucky’s sweatshirts tossed carelessly on top of the washing machine.  You pick it up biting your lip and inhale his scent.  His scent always made you happy and leaves you feeling safe.

“I saw that.”  Sam smirks at you from the door, having watched you jump at the sound of his voice.  You drop the sweatshirt and shoot him a glare.  You were busted.   You can see his smirk and know that you had to make an excuse and fast.

“Saw what?” You huff at Sam crossing your arms over your chest.   You look at him and know that whatever you say will mean nothing.  You collect your basket of clothes and hold it on your hip.

“You need to tell him.  We all can see it.”  Sam says as you brush past him into the living room.  He wastes no time in following you, practically smashing into you as you walk faster to try to escape him.

“I can’t, don’t be stupid.”  You say over your shoulder at him.  Just as Sam was about to retort, Bucky and Steve came into the living room having just finished their run.   Both men were slightly flushed from exhaustion, but carefree none the less.

“Don’t be stupid about what?” Steve questions, looking between you and Sam.  Bucky looks at you both with a curious expression, his head titled slightly.  Steve raises his eyebrows at you both expecting an answer.

“Nothing” you announce quickly readying yourself to leave the room and out of Bucky’s gaze.  You begin to make your way out out of the room still balancing the basket on your hip.

“Awww come on spill Y/n!”  Steve laughs, this was going to be good judging by your appearance.  You looked as if you were going to run screaming from the room at any moment.  You were shifting your weight from foot to foot and biting your lip.  Sam began to open his mouth as if he was going to spill your secret, “Don’t you dare Wilson!”  

You drop your laundry basket on the chair and make your way to stand beside Steve who is facing Sam and Bucky.   You cross your arms again, looking anywhere but at the men near you.

“Leave her alone, if she doesn’t want you to tell then don’t.”  Bucky defends you, moving to stand across from you.   You shoot him a thankful smile and turn to pick your laundry basket back up again and make your way to your room.

“He’s defending you!  Tell him!” Sam demands stopping you in your tracks.   You turn to face the three men now staring at you.  You drop your basket letting the plastic hit the wood floor loudly.

“Just leave her alone Sam, She doesn’t need to say anything unless she wants to”  Bucky defends you again shooting another grin that has you melting.  Sam gets a big grin on his face and you know what is coming.  You are about to lunge at him to try and cover his big mouth.  Before you can even move it is too late.

“Y/n steals bucky’s sweatshirts to sleep in, cause she likes the way Bucky smells.”  Sam announces with a shit eating grin.  You gasp and stare at him shocked.  You turn towards Bucky who is looking at you with an unreadable expression and Steve has the making of a small grin forming on his face.

You furiously point at Sam and scream, “Yeah?  Well Sam had a SEX dream about STEVE!”

Steve immediately turned to Sam with a shocked expression, while Sam looked on horrified at the change of topic.   Bucky howled with laughter, almost unable to catch his breath.  Steve sensing his wingman’s discomfort, decides to rat out his brother in arms. “Bucky is in love with Y/N!”

Bucky gasps and looks at you with wide eyes, which then narrows quickly as he turns toward Steve.   He takes a deep breath before saying calmly. “Steve sleeps with a body pillow he calls Peggy.”  

Steve sputters not knowing where to go from here.  Your face is bright red and you are unable to look Bucky in the eye.  Bucky has sat down on the nearby chair and is staring at his hands.   Sam’s chest is heaving while sending daggers toward your form.  Finally you say, “No one hears about this agreed?”  

“Agreed”  the boys all reply in unison.  Sam slowly backs his way out of the room not daring to look at Steve.  

Steve begins to walk down the hall toward his room saying, “I am going to take a nap.”  Realizing what he said he looks horrified and runs out of the room.

Bucky gets up from his chair wiping his hands on his black sweatpants finally looking up to meet your eyes.  You both stare at each other not knowing what to do.

“Y/n, I - I don’t mind if you use my sweatshirts.” Bucky says with a lopsided smile.

You look at him with a shy smile of your own, walking towards him so you are but a few inches apart.  “I don’t mind that you’re in love with me, cause I love you too.”

You push your lips on to his and he returns the kiss feverently.  He moves his metal hand to your waist making you gasp slightly, while his human hand cups your face gently.   After a few moments you break apart breathless.  You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you.  Bucky gives you a questioning look and fond smile.

“A sex dream and a body pillow?”  You grin at him pressing your forehead against his chest.  You could feel the rumble of laughter in his chest.

The next morning you walked in the dining room where everyone was sitting enjoying their breakfast.  You took the open seat between Nat and Bucky with a slight grin on your face.  You push up the sleeves of Bucky’s hoodie that you are wearing,  he smiles and puts his arm around your chair rubbing his hand against your shoulder.

Nat and Clint immediately notice this change in your and Bucky’s seating arrangements.   Nat meets eyes with Sam and motions towards Bucky’s arm around you and the small circles he was tracing on your shoulders.   Clint looks at Steve and points toward you and the sweatshirt that has Brooklyn across it.  The same sweatshirt Bucky wears everywhere.

You look up and meet Sam and Steve’s smirking faces.  Sam opens his mouth and points towards you with his spoon.   Just as he is about to say something, you smile at him and ask, “Have a good dream last night?”

His face immediately drops.   You feel Bucky’s arm shaking with silent laughter, he looks up at his best friend and says, “You sleep okay pal?”  

Steve’s face flushes turning everything from his neck to the tips of his ears red.   You turn and meet Bucky’s eyes and bite your lip.  Only releasing it to give Bucky a kiss on the cheek.  Clint and Natasha look at each other not exactly sure what was going on.  Nat turns to you with a curious look on her face, “What the hell is happening here.”

You turn to Nat with a cheeky smile, “Can’t tell you.  It’s a secret.”

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The drive back to the motel was silent. Other than some quiet bitching on Dean’s part and a bit of a huff on Sam’s. Dean was pissed, mostly with himself. He parked outside their ugly room, decorated in shades of green and orange, cleaner than the average. There was little in the way of takeaway around the place so they’d settled for a couple of pizzas, and Dean had bought a bottle of the cheapest bourbon he could find.

“Next time something sounds too good to be true,” he said at last, anger rippling beneath his skin, “remind me that probably means it is. I mean, what the hell, Sammy. What the hell. Promise to expunge our records if we work for them – promise to have us arrested and tried on… you know what I don’t even freakin’ know how many counts of murder they’ve got us on, these days.” He poured a little bourbon into a melamine coffee mug and slammed it fast. “If we quit. And what the hell kind of threat was that? ‘Accidents happen’?”

In a place like that, there were plenty of things that could go wrong. Dean had been a vampire for a hot minute and he didn’t want to be again.

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“We should run. Should we run? No one’s caught us yet, Sammy.” But he knew.