Bucky Barnes One Shots

Sink Part 3

Summary: You finally figure out how you feel about Bucky.
Word Count: 1354

The next day, Tony had called you and Bucky saying he needed you back at the compound. You put your bags into the car before sitting in the passenger seat.

Bucky's already in the drivers seat. The two of you are silent as he drives back to the compound.

This was the most awkward car ride of your entire life.

6 hours. 6 mother fucking hours next to the super soldier, who fucked the shit outta you, then confessed his love to you.

You couldn't wait to be back at the compound. This excruciating, painfully silent car ride seemed like it would never end. The only time you talked is when he asked you what you wanted from the fast food place.

But, even the worst storms come to an end. And the sun comes out.

The storm being the car ride and the sun being the compound.

Once the car came to a stop, you opened the door and pulled your bags out of the back. You practically ran inside, away from Bucky. Which you felt sorta bad about abandoning him, but you shrugged it off.

Natasha greeted you at the front door. Steve stood there waiting for Bucky, while you and Nat left to go to your room.

You set your bag down as she closed the door and sat on your bed. "Good god, I've been in these clothes all day. Eww, they smell like fast food. Eh. Not a bad smell." You say earning a chuckle from Nat.

"Tony mentioned you, Bucky, and Sam had to fight a group of men. Did you get injured?" Nat asks.

"No." You shake your head. "I did all the hurting." You say as you take your shirt off.

"That's good. I'm glad you didn't get hurt. You're the only one here who can actually make Tony do shit." Nat says.

With a shrug of your shoulders you say, "It's all about the threats Natasha." You walk over to your dresser to grab a shirt. "Y/n?" Nat asks.

You hum for her to continue. "I thought you didn't get hurt in the fight?" She asks. You look over at her in confusion. "I didn't."

Nat stands up and walks over to you. "Then explain these bruises on your hips." She says.

Ah shit.

"What bruises?" You ask, doing your best to sound confused. She squats down to inspect them.

"They're kinda shaped like fingertips, or hands. The ones on your left hip seem like they're a whole lot wor-" Nat stops mid sentences and looks up at you. Slowly she rises up to meet your eyes.

She knows. She knows. And I know she knows. And I know she knows.

"You fucked Barnes." She says. Your cheeks grow hot. "I don't know what you're talking about." You say.

"Bullshit. What did he bend you over? A table? Dresser? Car? Counter?" She asks.

"A sink." You mumble. She lets out a laugh. "Oh my god! This is the best moment of my life. Wait- I thought you hated each other?" She asks.

"I thought so too. Until he confessed his love for me last night." You say. Nat's eyes widen in surprise. "When did you fuck?" She asks.

"Like three days ago." You say.

"Damn he must've fucked you good. I mean, he must've really been into it. You still have bruises from it." Nat says.

"It was the best sex of my entire life." You say.