Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: In which Tony, Steve, and Bruce wake you up with their squabbling and you end up in Bucky’s room admitting feelings.
A/N: This story is all over the place, but I literally whipped it out an hour ago because I’ve been missing for weeks. Sorry guys. Hopefully, this will appease some of you.
You always knew your fellow teammates could be immature, insane, and a little annoying.
But right now, under duress and severe sleep deprivation, you’ve officially dubbed them as inconsiderate brats.
Grown ass, inconsiderate brats that possess the most powerful tech, efficient minds, and absurd strength.
With all those advantages at their disposal, you’d think they’d find and utilize means to problem solve and muddle out of inner conflict without inducing bodily harm or witty verbal abuse at three in the morning.
But no, none of the boys could ever use their brains or act their age, not even in the middle of the night, while the more normal side of the group slept.
You lied on your back, wide awake, with red-rimmed eyes fixated on the ceiling listening to every hushed insult that slithered, unwelcome, into your room and ears.
The hands clutching your blanket to your chest tightened their grip with every sound.
“Stark, this isn’t right."
"Uh, Rogers, you’re kind of intruding on my moment, mind taking your misguided principles elsewhere."
You could picture the crease in Steve’s brow, and Tony’s condescending glare.
You could even imagine Banner’s guilty expression and diplomatic hand gestures. They were probably in each other’s faces and if that was the case…Steve is going to sa-
"Put on the suit,” Yes. Steve was going to challenge to Tony, again.
You groaned inwardly and violently kicked off your blanket. You shoved your feet into the slippers next to your bed and stomped loudly to the door. The voices outside became deathly silently.
You grinned madly and threw open your door with enough force to knock it off its hinges.
“Good morning boys,” you greeted, manic murderous expression in place. "Being assholes as usual, I see.“
They all shifted awkwardly, as Steve coughed into his hand. Tony pointed the pen between his fingers accusingly at Steve. "All him."
You twitched. "Of course,” you replied blandly, unamused. “Steve is always the one man show, hm.”
Then with movements to quick to see you began your vicious assault on them.
"You want to be loud and obnoxious?!” you growled, flinging everything adorning the table next to you at the horrified men. “You want to blame each other, huh???"
All three of them ducked immediately, desperate to avoid the screws and the small sharp metal fragments at them.
You were in no mood to let any of them get a word in. You scooped up the next objects and wasted no time sending them sailing through the air.
You aimed the particularly heavy book at Tony’s face and he had to abruptly cut himself off and dive onto the tiled floor to avoid it. Steve inched toward you next while Bruce wisely slid behind one of the cabinets in the lab.
You glared at him hard and your hair whipped around your face fiercely. You held a glass container filled with a sickly colored green liquid high in your hand.
"You’re going to hurt us if you keep this up,” he said meekly.
What do you think I’ve been trying to do!“ you bellowed. Steve winced and said a prayer inwardly before he raised his hands to his chest cautiously.
"We didn’t mean to wake you…"
You widened your stance and lowered yourself threateningly, your glass weapon still poised high in the air. "Well you did.”
Steve had to resist the urge to sigh. “I’m sorry…no- we’re all,” he gestured to Banner who was still cowering behind the steel cabinet, and to Tony who stubbornly kept his face down on the floor with his hands over his head, “we’re very sorry. We’re going to call it a night, and leave all unfinished business for the morning."
You were somewhat appeased, but your eyes still shot imaginary lasers at him. You narrowed them into slits and gave him your best dirty look. "Always the diplomat,” you muttered. “I forgive you all."
They all let out a relieved sigh.
You gave them a smile filled with dark promise. "I know you guys won’t destroy anything during your future pissing contest right?"
Steve gave his fellow comrades a quick look and then nodded quickly.
Then, you set the glass back on the table, and while Steve’s guard was down, you picked up the stapler and brutally chucked it at his head. He barely had time to dodge, and you relished in his appalled state.
There were garbled responses as you retreated. Garbled responses that would soon escalate to arguing once more. You were no fool. You knew they’d start it all again.
Begrudgingly, you walked down a few doors and turned at the nearest hallway.
Without preamble, you softly opened the door to Bucky’s room and waited for the cool metal to encompass your neck.
“It’s just me,” you whispered.
The grip loosened and then slackened completely.
Bucky’s eyes strained to search yours in the darkness of the room.
“Why don’t you ever knock,” he questioned, walking back to the bed.
“It’s not my thing."
As he got under the covers and adjusted his pillow, you moved to join him.
Bucky rolled his eyes and lazily pointed his finger in the general direction of the lab. "Just like them being quiet isn’t theirs."
Sure enough, you could hear the muffled noises of them squabbling and picking up all of the items you had thrown.
"Essentially, except they’re idiots."
You snuggled up against Bucky and enjoyed the complex feel of the warmth of his body and the cool metal of his arm.
You allowed yourself to smile as his chest shook with a light chuckle. "As if you walking into an assassin’s room isn’t stupid."
"I guess their stupidity is infectious,” you murmured. “Besides, this assassin,” you nudged your nose against his cheek, “secretly adores me and loves when I come in here."
"That may be true,” he replied, kissing your forehead. “Even though you’re only using me to steal my warmth and take advantage of my quieter room.”
"I am not!“
"You never come in here unless you’re cold or they’re loud."
"I come here for sex too,” you protested.
Bucky smirked. “You’re not helping your case."
"I wasn’t aware this was one."
"Well now there is. What do you have to say for yourself?"
You rolled your eyes. "Well, Barnes, typically when a girl has sex with you, expresses emotions, and spends her time with you, she’s hinting she adores you too and isn’t just using you.."
He is silent for a moment.
"So…you adore me?"
Were all boys dense? Did he really think you didn’t mutually like him like…that after all you’ve done together.
You buried your face in his chest. "Yeah."
”…You like me?“
"Obviously,” you replied. “This is getting redundant.”
"It’s not like we’ve ever actually discussed this.“ Bucky clicked his tongue. "This is more than friendship with sex and cuddles?"
"Well,” he mumbled thoughtfully. “I can finally admit that…"
He gently pulled you away from his chest and smiled at you. It’s so bright, even in the dark.
"I love you.”