Supernatural / Marvel Writings

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asked you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You shrugged.

“I just want my shit man. I’ve been wearing the same two shirts for a week.” You answered. Bucky let out a chuckle. All of you heading to the front door.

Brock opened the door, shirtless with his sweatpants hanging low. Probably expecting you to be alone and trying to win you back with his sex appeal. The only noise that was heard was the chirp of the birds. The silence was deafening.

Suddenly, you could hear Clint and Bucky snickering. Sam let out a loud laugh and Steve was trying to hold his composure. You joined in laughing, which seemed to make Brock mad.

“Oh fuck, I wasn’t expecting that.” Sam said, wiping the tears away. Steve was clutching his stomach, leaning against Bucky who was trying to catch his breath.

“Uhm, who are these men?” Brock asked in a hushed tone. You rolled your eyes at the shirtless idiot in front of you.

“These are my roommates. Now can you move so I can get my stuff?” You remarked, crossing your arms. Brock’s eyes widened.

“Roommates?!” You could feel Bucky roll his eyes. Which was confirmed by Sam snickering.“ What do you mean? I thought you were staying with Nat.” Brock questioned.

“Brock, I don’t have time. Let me get my clothes.” Brock shook his head.

“Not until you explain. What do you mean these are your roommates?” Clint poked his head out to look at Brock, who seemed more stressed about the fact that you were living with 4 men than that this was the end of your relationship. The last time he will see you.

“Well, roommates usually mean that we are all living in the same common space. Although we are more like flatmates, which would be a better way to say it.” Clint explained.

“We have gone over this. We aren’t calling each other flatmates. We aren’t even British.” Sam rolled his eyes. Clint opened his mouth to complain but was interrupted by you.

“Guys, please. Focus.” You snapped at them, then turned your attention to the brooding man standing before you. “Now, may you please move the fuck out of the way?” Smiling “sweetly” at the man.

“No.” All of you groaned.

“Fuck you, Brock.” You exclaimed, trying to push him out of the way, but he didn’t budge.

“Dude, just let the lady get her stuff.” Sam groaned. Bucky moved to stand next to you. Rolling the sleeves of his red henley.

“I’m getting really tired of this bitch. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The point is, let Y/N get her stuff.” Bucky threatens. Brock, in his ever insecure mega machoness, puffed his chest and let out a grumble.

“I told you to come here alone.” Brock seethe. You were about to make a remark but Steve stepped forward.

“We can go back and forward with this. You want to get back with Y/N, even though she has said no multiple times and you can’t seem to get the no to register in your head. And she just wants her stuff. How about we do what grown folk do and be reasonable?” Steve tried to reason with him. What Steve hasn't gotten is that Brock is the most unreasonable person in the world.

Brock started to laugh. Like cackling maniacally. You looked at Bucky and Sam, who were staring at the laughing man weirdly. Steve looked almost worried, while Clint was swiping his phone, probably on tinder.

“Oh, I get what’s going on. You are all fucking.” Brock said, with a smug smile. As if he had just discovered a giant secret.

“What?!” All of you screamed at him. You almost walked up to him and slapped him.

“It’s the only explanation on why you guys are here. She is fucking all of you, isn’t she? I knew she got over me too quickly.” You knew he was trying to provoke you. Trying to get you to fuck up, and call his dear father to maybe ruin your job opportunities.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Just try not to punch him, Y/N. This will all be a funny story for your memoir later. You told yourself.

Opening your eyes, you saw Bucky’s fist colliding with Brock’s jaw. It was like he fell in slow motion. There was a loud sound when Brock hit the floor. Bucky was rubbing his fist, wincing.

“Well, that was quick.” Sam joked, looking at the knocked-out idiot. Clint tiptoed around the body and entered the house.

“C’mon, let’s get Y/N stuff before he wakes up. I got a date tonight.” Clint announced, throwing Sam one of the boxes you brought to pack your stuff.

“Stevie, Guard dog. Please move the body indoors. We don’t want the neighbors to call the coops.” Sam told the guys, going upstairs with you. Bucky grumbled something under his breath along the lines of “I'm not a guard dog.”

-

“Where did you guys get that beer?” Steve asked the two men who were sitting on the couch.

You have gotten most of your stuff out of the bedroom and Sam was helping you get all your books into boxes. Brock had woken up, angry but there was nothing he could do. You had already packed most of your stuff, he just grumbled, cleaned his face, and left. Something about fucking assholes. But nobody listened to him.

“Oh, the fridge,” Bucky said, opening another beer. Clint gave one to Sam, Steve, and you.

“So we are stealing his alcohol now?” Sam joked. Which made you think….

“I mean that’s just his cheap beer. If you want, I can show you his good liquor collection.” You shrugged, taking a gulp. Bucky gasped exaggeratedly.

“Is the lawyer convincing us to steal from her ex?” Clint asked dramatically. Steve rolled his eyes.

“It’s the least you can do is take something.” Bucky noted. “He cheats and you steal his good alcohol. It is a fair bargain.” Clint nodded excitedly at Bucky’s words.

“Uu! We can play true American.” Sam suggested. You frowned.

“What’s true American?” Famous last words from you.

-

“True American is a drinking game we made in college. We were revising for an American history class and voilà. We created this monstrosity.” Steve explained while the guys were pushing the furniture and setting up the beers and whisky bottles. Clint came out of his room with colonial-style hats.

“I refuse to wear that,” Bucky said and Sam and you agreed.

“You guys never do anything fun.” Clint pouted.

“When you come up with a good idea, we will listen.” Steve reprimanded, handing you a beer.

And that was the last thing you remembered before starting the game.

“Ronald Regan is in hell!” Bucky screamed, leaning against the chair next to him. He took a sip of the whisky bottle he had taken. You giggled at him. You really didn’t know how much you have drunk, but you knew the hangover tomorrow will be out of this world. Worst than the ones in law school.

“Nooo Bucknassstyyy, the answer is the Declaration of Independence, so take a shot dummy. You aren’t wrong though. ” Sam slurred, Steve, holding him up. Steve wasn’t so sober either. His shirt was almost completely undone and his hair was so messy.

Clint was inside of a cardboard box, snoring. He had passed out when you guys played the Colony section of the game.

You looked at Bucky. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol in your body, but Bucky looked incredibly hot. His hair was messy and he had unbuttoned his shirt a bit. He was a bit sweaty and his cheeks were rosy, probably because of the alcohol.

You didn’t notice Steve and Sam had already headed to their room. Bucky plopped down on the couch next to you. He has so closed, you can feel his warmth. Did someone turn off the A.C? You thought.

“Fuck, I needed this.” Bucky mumbled. You nodded

“Same honestly.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know if Steve told you but next weekend we are going to our hometown. A friend of ours is getting married.” You were confused about why he was telling you this. You have heard that they were going to be out then, and you were planning on inviting Nat to stay with you.

“Well, I just found out my ex is also going to be there. Not looking forward to that shit.” He shuddered.

“What do you want to do?” Bucky shrugged, raising the bottle up to his lips.

“Was gonna ask Sam’s sister to come with me but I think Sam might kill me if I do and Dot knows her. She is gonna know we aren’t dating.” In the days you’ve meet Buck, you didn’t know he had more emotions that weren’t sarcasm and annoyance. But he actually looked sad right now.

After taking another sip, he opened his eyes, almost jumping up. He turned to you, with a devilish smile. A smile that said that he was planning something, and you were going to be caught in it.

“But she doesn’t know you…” He smirked.

“Where are you going with this Buck?” It’s probably the alcohol, but the closeness and his expression were making your stomach go crazy. Like wasps buzzing around.

“Come with me to the wedding and pretend to be my girlfriend. I will do all your laundry for a week.” He pleaded. His blue eyes pulling you in, almost pulling the yes out of your mouth. Is this man putting a spell on you? Or was he just that magnetic?

“Fine.” He whooped and handed you the bottle to take a shot. You smiled at his burst of happiness.