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There were theories, of course there were theories. Sam’s suggestion was that Bucky was lying out of his arse and he would just do a lap of the compound before coming back. Actually, that was probably the most popular theory. Wanda thought maybe they were both lying, but that would mean they had to have talked to each other and she wouldn’t believe that had happened unless she saw it with her own two eyes. 

When Bucky walked into the room with his jacket on and rested his foot on the end of the couch to tie up the laces of his boots, all eyes were on him. That was the point.

“And where are you off to?” Sam asked with a devilish smile, leaning back on the sofa.

“I’ve got a date” Bucky shrugged his shoulders as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Everyone’s eyebrows raised when Bucky smiled slightly. Maybe Sam was wrong?

Before anyone could question him further the sound of footsteps came from behind them and Bucky straightened up faster than everyone turned around. He straightened his jacket and smiled at Y/N as she walked in and stood to the back of the room. 

“Hey,” Bucky jogged over to her, they shared shy smiles but both had a twinkle in their eye, they knew what they were doing to their friends, driving them mad.

“Hey”

“You look really lovely,” Bucky scratched the back of his neck. 

The group on the couches looked on in amazement, Tony turned to Sam and mouthed the words ‘what the fuck is going on?’ Sam could only shrug his shoulders in response, he had no idea either. 

“Thank you, so do you,” Bucky blushed at her words, it wasn’t for show. To be honest, they were both nervous as hell. They had a right to be! Even if this whole plan was to get payback for what their friends had done, even if they had said it was to teach them a lesson, they were still going on a date! They’d decided that they may as well go out and get dinner while they were at it, they couldn’t get caught sneaking dinner once they got back, well, that’s what Y/N had said. 

Bucky wasn’t quite sure where they were going, maybe a kebab place he’d found with Sam on a night out a few weeks ago, maybe pizza. What if she didn’t like pizza? What if she did actually have plans and they were just leaving together? 

Similar thoughts were going through Y/N’s head. What if Bucky didn’t actually want to hang out with her? What if he wanted to talk about last night?

A shared thought between the duo, what if they wanted to talk about last night?!?

“Should we get going?” He sucked in a breath and held out one arm towards the elevator, his other going to rest on her lower back as Y/N turned towards it. They walked out side by side, his arm on her back and shy eyes avoiding the other, but neither turned back to the group. 

“Hey wait!”

“Where are you going?!”

“Are you going on a date?!” They heard the calls as the doors closed in front of them.

“Think that worked? It was quite subtle,” she asked, Bucky dropped his hand from her back, it’s not a real date, he told himself. 

“I think we got their attention,” he laughed.

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The drive into the city was quiet and long. The only bit of conversation the two shared was where they should go, Y/N said the kebab place sounded nice when Bucky suggested it, at least now they had a location. 

Going through both minds were similar thoughts still, wondering that maybe the fun they had had was just because they were getting back at their friends and not because the other was enjoying their company. There was so much that was going unsaid, so much was hanging in the air between them, they sleep with each other was the one in big bold letters, there was also the little speech Bucky had given beforehand, or the mutual pining they were experiencing for each other without the other knowing at all. 

Conversation at the small kebab store was anything but what they were doing and why they were doing it. It gave the pair an opportunity to get to know each other, there’s always a positive isn’t there. They talked about their favourite things, about what they liked to do in their free time. They even shared stories from missions, the funny ones, like when Sam fell asleep on the roof and almost fell through a window, that seemed to be one of Bucky’s favourites. 

The only time the conversation really lulled was when they were eating, and even then it was only one of them that ate while the other talked. It was so easy to talk to one another, they were both so intrigued with what the other had to say that they were almost fighting to ask the questions. The smiles on both of their faces never left their faces. 

The pair strolled down the street towards towards the car, they’d gone the long way, Bucky having taken a wrong turn, not realising where he was going with Y/N blindly following him while they continued to talk. There was a comfortable silence between them as they walked side by side. The air was starting to cool now and Y/N felt the wind cut through her, she leaned closer towards Bucky as they walked. He took his hands out of his pockets, opening his body as an invitation for her to lean closer. They never quite made it past fingers brushing against each other, pinkies almost locking when they reached the car. 

“How many do you think are waiting up for us?” Bucky asked with a chuckle as the compound came into view. 

“I say they’ll be three of them at least,” she laughed back, looking over to Bucky whose smile broke out further across his face.

“Wanna bet on that,” he winked causing both of them to erupt into laughter for the millionth time that night. 

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“Pay up Sam it’s over,” Steve stood over Sam sticking the jar that was already overflowing with cash towards him. Sam stayed in his seat, his arms crossed and shaking his head.

“It’s not over until I hear it from them, I need evidence,” he was determined they were lying, everyone else had admitted defeat but Sam was a stubborn man, luckily, Steve was just as stubborn.

“You saw them leave together for christ’s sake!” Nat threw her hands up at Sam.

“That means nothing!” Sam yelled. The room filled with groans and you could almost hear them roll their eyes at Sam’s comments. 

“They’re driving up!” Sam and Steve spun their heads to Bruce who stood by the large window, The two of them, as well as Wanda, Clint and Tony jumped up and ran towards the window to see the car driving around the bend and into the garage. 

“Sam, I believe you owe me $100” Steve smirked and held out the jar towards his friend. Sam huffed out a breath and dug into his pocket, pulling out the crumpled bill he’d gotten purely for this bet, and shoving it into the jar. “Thank you.” Steve hummed and walked out of the room, time to share his winnings. 

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“I can’t believe we were able to sneak past them all,” Y/N looked up at Bucky in awe, he’d snuck them through every hidden hallway he knew.

“I get bored of watching movies all night when I can’t sleep,” he smiled at her, “sometimes I like to explore around the place.” “Well maybe you can show me some other hidden gems you’ve found around here,” they rounded the corner, reaching Y/N’s hallway. 

“I’ve got a few I can show you,” Bucky bit his lip looking down at her, it’s not a date he was still telling himself.

“Ya know Buck,” Y/N turned once they reached her door, she leaned against the door frame. They were almost chest to chest, she could almost feel his breath on her face and he had to shove his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her waist. “This has got to be the best fake first date I’ve ever been on,” Bucky’s smile widened for a second before it slowly fell again. 

“What about compared to real first dates?” he held his gaze to the ground and bit his lip waiting for her answer. Y/N moved away from the door frame and took a small step closer to Bucky, causing him to lift his gaze back up towards her. 

“That’s just an unfair comparison,” he raised an eyebrow, questioning her comment, “if it was a real first date it’d end in a kiss.”

“And what if it did? Would that change the status of it’s realness?” he leaned forward further, Bucky brought his hands out of his pockets and held them firmly to the side. His eyes darted down to Y/N’s lips then up to her eyes and down again. 

“Depends on how good the kiss was,” she gave him a small smirk, her gaze flicking down to his lips as well. Bucky reached out to place a soft hand on her neck, his fingers brushing against her jaw. He smiled as he leaned forward and captured her lips in his, they both smiled into the kiss. Her hands rested on his waist while his held her face gently. It was soft and quick but not quick enough for Bucky to not taste the soda she’d had with dinner on her lips or imprint in his mind what it felt like when she kissed him with a smile. 

“Definitely one of the best first dates I’ve ever been on,” Y/N whispered against his lips, Bucky’s smile widened as he breathed out a laugh and took a small step back, his hands going down to hold hers. 

“Does that mean I’ll get a second one?” Bucky’s voice was quiet as he spoke, his fingers played with hers nervously. Y/N nodded her head, she didn’t quite trust herself not to squeak if she opened her mouth, needing to compose herself. Bucky nodded along with her letting go of her hands, he breathed out another laugh “How about tomorrow?” he ran his hand through his hair.

“Sounds perfect Bucky.”

“Great, uh, awesome,” Bucky stepped forward and gave Y/N a quick kiss on her cheek before pulling back, “night gorgeous” he winked and turned to walk to his room. Before he got far Y/N reached out and grabbed his metal hand, pulling him back around to her. 

“Just so you know, it was you I was talking about,” he gave her a look of confusion, knitting his eyebrows together, “my birthday wish, that was you.” Bucky’s hands went back up to hold her cheeks as he pulled her towards him and placed a rough kiss on her lips. She giggled as he pulled away and kissed her cheek again.

“Night doll” he called as he practically skipped down the hall. 

Y/N walked backwards into her room, a big goofy smile on her face as she shut the door. 

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Bucky couldn’t shake his smile even if the world exploded right then and there. He was floating as he walked into his room with a skip. 

“Fucking hell!” Bucky jumped as he looked up and saw Steve sitting at his desk with the lamp as the only source of light, a jar full of cash sat next to his arm that was on the desk. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Waiting for you to get back from your date, how was it?” Steve smiled at his friend who stood there in front of him opening and closing his mouth. 

“And what if I bought her back here?” he gathered himself quickly, folding his arms over his chest and starring a challenging look at Steve. 

“I know you Buck,” he shook his head, amused by the whole ordeal, “you wouldn’t do that on the first date. Even if you’d already slept with her,” he laughed. 

“What’s that?” Bucky nodded towards the jar, he could take a guess at what it was but he wanted Steve to confirm it.

“Your winnings,” Bucky nodded and leaned against the couch opposite Steve, “how long did it take for the pretend date to be real?” Steve smirked.

“You knew?!” Bucky’s eyes widened, he should have known he wouldn’t be able to pull a fast one over on Steve, of all the people. 

“I’m not an idiot jerk, you both asked to be in on it hours apart!” Steve threw his hands out in front of him as he talked, did Bucky really think he was that dumb?

“Pretty sure you’re an idiot” Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve leaned back into his chair. 

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And what was that?” Steve rolled his eyes, he was sick of the games, it was late, he wanted to go to bed and just be happy for his friend, “the whole bloody night but god it was worth it Steve.” 

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“Seven fucking days Buck,” Sam shook his head and laughed. As much as he didn’t like losing, especially to Steve, he couldn’t be happier Bucky had finally gotten his head out of his arse.

“Couldn’t let you win mate, I’d never hear the end of it,” Bucky smirked over his coffee cup. He’d told Steve about his date last night, then Sam this morning, though he’d made sure to keep out the fact that it wasn’t exactly a real date until the end but that’s beside the point. Sam continued to laugh as he took a bite out of his toast. 

“Morning all,” Y/N chimed as she skipped into the kitchen and made her way to the coffee machine.

“Morning” Sam said between bites.

“Morning gorgeous,” Bucky beamed at the sight of her, he walked over and wrapped his arm around her waist, placing a kiss on her cheek. She looked up at him smiling right back at him while he leaned on the counter next to her. Y/N could get used to this attention from Bucky, though she’d have to stop herself from swooning every time. 

“Dammit, now we’re going to have to deal with the lovey dovey bullshit!” Sam gagged, running out of the room. Steve and Wanda burst out laughing from their spots at the bar, watching with ever present satisfaction on their faces at their friends happiness. It was well worth the loss of his winnings, Steve thought, he was never in it for the money anyway.

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He was here though, in the open common area with everyone else. He had to be here though, even if it was a celebration for her. Y/N couldn’t help but look over at Bucky on the couch with Nat, Thor and Sam. She couldn’t help watching him laugh when she heard it, or how he looked so at ease when every other time during the day he’d looked so tense. 

“Well this won’t do,” Tony grabbed the glass from her hand causing Y/N’s head to snap towards him, “I will not allow the birthday girl to have an empty glass.”

Before she could say something he’d walked off towards the bowl of, what Clint had called, ‘Nat’s Death Punch’, he thought it was funny ‘because she can kill a dude with a punch and enough of that drink will have you dead on the floor!’. It wasn’t funny, but he was right that the concoction had a strong kick to it, and that was something Y/N needed tonight, she needed to get drunk.

Bucky was trying really hard to keep his heartbreak to himself. All day he had tried to avoid the topic of Y/N, even going as far to avoid her altogether. Steve had tried to talk to him about his night, of course he had.

“Sam said you were practically cuddling on the couch,” he said, “did you at least make a move?” he asked. But Bucky didn’t say anything. They just watched movies, is what he’d told Steve, and Sam, and Clint, and even Vision. Did everyone know about how he’d woken up this morning? It felt as if everyone was talking about Y/N and he couldn’t take it. 

There was some relief though, with the addition of alcohol and a party with just the team the topic of his sleeping arrangement seemed to have disappeared and was replaced with shared memories and stories between the group. But this was a party for Y/N, so every other story had her in it, which is why Bucky made a move to sit on the couch, away from her, away from the stories. He was joined by Thor, then Sam, then Nat. It seemed to be going okay, he hadn’t been caught looking, yet. 

The thing that bugged Bucky the most is that he couldn’t for the life of him figure out who it was that she liked. He’d ruled himself out immediately, obviously. Steve was still a strong contender but he was having second thoughts. It couldn’t be Clint or Tony, they were both well spoken for and he knew she would never get between them and their marriages. It could be Sam he wondered. Would be a bit weird though, they’re relationship seems to be more like a brother-sister thing than anything else. Thor? Bucky turned to look at Thor who was going on about something Loki had done when they were kids. Fuck, he thought, it’s gotta be Thor. How the hell was he meant to compete with a fucking god?!? Bucky chugged down the last of his drink. he was getting drunk tonight, not blackout drunk, but enough to forget about his broken heart for the night.

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“So you really think you’ve still got a chance?” Wanda couldn’t help but laugh at Steve as they sat on the floor by the window playing cards. The party had died down, most of the group had gone to bed, Sam, Nat and Vision were the only others left on the couch having a yarn. 

“I’ve still got a week Wanda” he smirked.

“Pretty sure it’s gonna take them more than a week,” she picked up another card, “I’d say you’re out of the game.”

“Don’t be so impatient,” Steve placed his last card on the deck, “a week is plenty of time.”

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Y/N had had enough of the party, Nat’s Death Punch had done its job and she was the perfect amount of happy but slightly sleepy drunk. It hadn’t been a terrible night, she had to admit that. In fact it had been fun, it would have been better if Bucky would at least look at her but apart from that, it was fun. She continued down the hall, only a few steps from her room and quietly humming to herself.

“Birthday girl,” a cold hand pulled her wrist and turned her. Bucky stood in front of her, his eyes were glossed over slightly, showing his intoxication but he carried himself as if he had only had enough for a lasting buzz. “Been looking for you.”

“Why’s that?” she tried not to react when his metal hand loosened its grip around her wrist and held her hand. She tried to make it seem she was annoyed at him, she was angry at him, he’d ignored her on her birthday and that was just plain rude in her book. But he had that big goofy smile on his face again and it was quickly becoming a weakness of hers.

“Wanted to see if you had a good birthday,” he licked his lips and searched her face. What if it was me he thought? “Did you get your wish?”

Y/N shook her head as Bucky placed his free hand on her hip and pulled her closer. He rested his forehead against hers and nudged her nose with his own. “That’s not good now is it.”

“Told you it wouldn’t come true,” she whispered. Bucky hummed, he moved so his lips were pressed against her shoulder. Y/N closed her eyes and held her breath as she felt him slowly move across her collarbone to the base of her neck.

“‘M sorry doll,” he continued moving up her neck, placing small and light kisses as he went, “if you want,” he moved to behind her ear, “I can be him.” Bucky’s voice was barely above a whisper now. Y/N sucked in a breath, this is a dream, she thought, surely she’s passed out in bed and this is all a dream. He didn’t give her any time to respond, Bucky moved so both hands rested on her waist, “Please let me be him doll,” his lips moved to her jaw painfully slow, “just for tonight,” he kissed the corner of her mouth and hovered there, she watched him lick his lips and lean in further so she could feel them move against her own, “pretend I’m him.” 

She caught his bottom lip between hers as soon as he finished talking. Y/N’s hands pulled at the collar of his shirt pulling him further down against her. Bucky immediately deepened the kiss, biting and licking at her bottom lip until she let him in and then pressing her against the frame of the door behind her. His arms snaked around her back, they clawed at the material, anything to get her closer to him, to feel her pushed up against him. 

Her hands moved from his shirt to his hair, she tugged at it causing a low growl to come from Bucky, making her moan against him. His lips moved to her jaw, her neck, hungry to taste any bit of skin he could get his mouth on as she reached across to the door handle and pulled him inside. 

Bucky continued to claw at her shirt as he kicked the door shut behind him. Her hands were wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into his back and he swore her touch was like fire against his skin. She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him again, they were just as hungry and needy as each other as Bucky pulled Y/N’s shirt over her head with his following close behind. 

“God,” he breathed out as he pulled back at took in her body in front of him. His head ducked and he pressed a kiss to her chest, between her breasts and then along them. He moved down her stomach, biting and licking any spot he could find as he dropped to his knees. She was sure her stomach would be covered in hickeys in the morning but it was so damn worth it she didn’t care. 

“Up,” Y/n pulled at Bucky’s hair, he moved quickly back to his feet and kissed her again.

“Anything for you birthday girl,” he breathed out and bit below her jaw, Y/N couldn’t help the whimper that came out when he spoke. Bucky decided right then and there that was his favourite sound in the world and he would do anything in his power to hear it again. 

“Bed,” he hummed in response, grabbing the back of her thighs and lifting her with ease. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and moved to kiss along his jaw and down his neck as he placed their tangled bodies onto the bed. Bucky rubbed his body against hers wanting any friction he could get as he pressed against her and kissed her again, swallowing every moan his movement caused. If her whimpers were his new favourite sound, between her legs was quickly becoming his new favourite spot in the entire world.

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Bucky opened his eyes reluctantly. He lay on his back, one arm above his head, the other stretched across the middle of the bed, raised slightly. Raised? It shouldn’t be raised, he thought. 

Y/N was curled into herself on the opposite side, her back facing him, his hand on her hip. He slowly pulled it off, a finger at a time, and sat up, careful not to make any sudden movements. Slowly his groggy mind started putting two and two together. This wasn’t his room, this wasn’t his bed. Y/N isn’t wearing a shirt or bra. He is not wearing a shirt, or pants.

“Fuck” he breathed out. Bucky quickly but quietly moved around the room hastily putting on each item of clothing and carrying his shoes to the door before taking one last look at the naked girl he’d been in bed with. Fuck. 

As soon as he was out the door he slipped on his shoes and walked away, it was 8am, he didn’t bother going to his room and instead made a beeline for Steve’s office. Once Bucky had reached the office he walked in without a word and sat in the chair in front of his friend who sat behind the desk on the phone. 

“Yea that sounds good, I’ll see you later.” Steve ended the call and placed his phone on the desk. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Bucky shifted in his seat, rubbing his palms over his jeans. 

“Can I help you with anything?” Steve eyed Bucky, something was on the tip of his tongue he could see it. 

“I think I might have slept with Y/N,” Bucky rushed out quickly, avoiding Steve’s eye. 

“Maybe?” Steve leaned forward, he opened his messages on his computer as subtly as he could and clicked on the group chat, “you sure it wasn’t just another drunk dream” Steve laughed.

“Uhh well the very detailed image of her naked on my lap and waking up in her bed butt naked are a pretty clear indicator,” he mumbled out scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, and then there’s the hickeys on my chest.”

Steve opened his mouth but nothing came out, he rubbed his hand over his face, trying to push back the smile that was trying to break through. Bucky sat patiently in his seat watching as Steve leaned forward and started typing on his computer. 

“Would you stop working for once in your life,” Bucky couldn’t help but raise his voice, he was all but freaking out right about now, “I’ve just fucked up and you’re sitting there doing your emails!”

“Well you fucked something,” Steve definitely couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer.

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Sam crossed his arms tightly and mumbled to himself about how this was “absolute bs - can’t believe I lost - so fucking close” Bucky had no idea what was going on, to him, all that was going on was he had stuffed up any chance he had with Y/N by being a desperate drunk and, in response, his best friends were laughing at him. 

“Sorry, sorry” Steve began to compose himself as he saw Bucky’s face fall, “look, Buck, you didn’t screw up.” Bucky rolled his eyes and stayed quiet.

“Wait what are you talking about?” Steve’s comment was enough for Sam to quit complaining, he sat up straighter and turned between the two men confused.

“We were drunk Sam,” Bucky leaned forward and put his head in his hands as he told Sam and Steve about the night before, “I wasn’t thinking, I just kissed her and I - oh god why did I say that!” Bucky stayed there with his head in his hands shaking it slightly as he went on about saying the wrong thing, why did he have to say that?!?

“Say what?”

“What?” Bucky’s head shot up, he wasn’t sure if he should tell them or not. Bucky’s reputation was that he was a hard shell that nothing could get through, if Sam found out that he had practically begged Y/N to pretend he was the guy she liked he would never hear the end of it. He needed as much help as he could get at this point though.

“What did you say Buck?”

“Uhh nothing, I mean ya know we were drunk and so there was some drunk dirty talk and that’s kind of embarrassing. That’s all.” Steve and Sam raised their eyes at Bucky as he fumbled over his words, “now are you going to help me fix it or what?” He couldn’t do it, if he did he would have to explain her birthday wish, he promised he wouldn’t tell and he would keep that promise. 

“You were drunk?” Sam asked, a small smile on his face.

“Yea”

“And she was drunk?”

“Yes Sam that’s the fucking problem! We were both drunk!” Bucky rubbed his face in frustration, this was not helping.

“Drunk sex doesn’t count,” Sam smiled widely at Steve who wore a shocked expression.

“Yes it does!” Steve shot back. 

“Nooo they didn’t do it because they like each other!” Sam stood to his feet and shot an accusing finger at Steve. “They did it because they were HORNY! HA” 

“That still counts!” Steve stood up and fired back as Bucky just watched his friends with an open mouth.

“Would you two shut up!” He yelled, “I feel like I’m having two conversations here and I’ve no idea what either of you are on about!!” 

The two arguing men lowered into their seats, they shared a look, a silent conversation while Bucky went back to holding his head in his hands again. This was that conversation;

“Do we tell him?” Asked Sam.

“It’s over, he’s allowed to know,” replied Steve.

“Drunk sex doesn’t count!” Sam narrowed his eyes.

“This is more important than the bet,” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“Fine.”

“Bucky?” Steve leaned forward, “there’s something you should know.”

“But promise you won’t get mad,” Sam added quickly.

“What is it now, you gonna tell me she doesn’t actually like me, I already know that.” Bucky threw his hands in the air and looked at Steve who took a deep breath.

“We’ve been betting on when you and Y/N would start dating.” he rushed out in one breath.

“Or sleep together, whichever comes first,” Sam added again just as quickly as Steve. Bucky’s eyes widened at the new information, his face showing pure shock as his head moved frantically from Sam to Steve and back again. 

“YOU WHAT?!”

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Y/N moved slowly around the laundry room, moving piles of clothes into other piles of clothes and into the machine. She reached for the water bottle by her feet and gulped down as much as she could. Her mouth was dry from the night before, but luckily her head wasn’t too sore. She’d sobered up enough by the time she went to sleep to avoid a hangover. 

She wasn’t quite sure what to think about the night before. As soon as she had woken up and realised she was alone her mind started running with images of the night before, images of Bucky, so she busied herself with whatever she could find. First was one of the quickest showers she’d ever taken, then she changed her sheets, cleaned her desk and vacuumed the entire room. Now she was finishing up putting on the laundry and she was starting to run out of ideas. 

“The kitchen,” she mumbled to herself, pressing the start button on the machine and running out to the communal kitchen. 

When Y/N entered there was no one around, it was a day off in the compound, as per usual after someone’s birthday so everyone had taken the opportunity to sleep in or get things done. She immediately began unloading the dishwasher and then moved to wipe down the countertops. 

“If this is how you deal with a hangover then you should be classed as a god” Wanda walked in yawning and moved to make herself a much needed cup of coffee, Vision and Nat trailed in after her and began making their own food and drink.

“Not hungover, just taking opportunity of the day off,” Y/N answered quietly and slowed her movements. 

Natasha groaned as her phone continued to buzz and ping every few seconds, “shut up” she muttered before turning it onto silent and rolled her eyes at Wanda who just laughed.

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The kitchen had quickly become too crowded for Y/N’s liking, not only was she trying to block out the thoughts in her head but everyone had been chatting loudly and it was slowly giving her a headache. That’s what brought her into the gym and onto the treadmill. No one was around when she started the treadmill, the only sounds were the whirring of the machine, a part of Y/N was thankful for that, it seemed to be grounding her, making it easier to collect her thoughts in the moment. 

So here’s the gist, Y/N and Bucky had had sex, somewhat drunk, but incredible sex. That much she was sure off. She was also sure that there would be no mistake that both of them remembered what had happened, that part was important. The thing Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about, apart from the obvious image of Bucky naked and in her bed, was what he had said before they’d even kissed. 

His words continued to play over in her mind, ‘I can be him’ he had said, ‘pretend I’m him’. She knew who he was talking about, well not knew, but she could take a guess, it was unknowingly himself. Bucky was talking about himself because he thought that she liked someone that didn’t liked her back, because that’s what she had told him. At the time, she was telling the truth, she thought he didn’t like her back, but after last night she wasn’t quite sure what Bucky’s feelings were. She thought that was crazy, there had to be another explanation for all of this. There’s no way Bucky had any feelings for her, they’d barely spoken outside of missions, he never gave her the light of day! 

Maybe he felt sorry for her? Maybe that’s all this was, he felt sorry for her. As Y/N’s pace slowed to a halt and she wiped the sweat from her face with a towel she decided two things; the first decision she made was that she wasn’t going to tell anybody about this until after she knew exactly what and why it had happened. Her second decision, her and Bucky needed to talk and they needed to talk as soon as possible. 

With a small nod to herself she turned from the treadmill and made her way to the door to find Bucky walking in. 

“Uh hey,” Bucky let the bag drop off of his shoulder as Y/N nodded a quiet hello. She made a point to keep her head low while taking an extra step around him towards the exit. 

As soon as she got around the door and into the elevator she leaned her back against the back wall and let out a long breath. Seeing Bucky had taken her breath away, quite literally, all of her thoughts about the night before disappeared and she just wanted to run up to him and kiss him again like they had last night. But that’s not what was needed, they needed to talk about what had happened and to do that easily she needed to come up with exactly what she was going to say before she went and said it.

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“Right so we’re seven to three then are we?” Tony leaned against the counter in the kitchen as his teammates were spread across the room in similar positions. Steve, Wanda and Natasha stood together as they shook their heads at the outcome.

“You can’t be serious right?” Steve threw his hands in the air, “this wasn’t in the rules.” That started up the rest of the team’s arguments again, it seemed like both had good points to make. 

In one corner, Steve’s corner, we have the argument that, in fact, the terms that were set only stated that the pair had to sleep together for someone to win, which was true. They also argued that the action of Bucky and Y/N sleeping together would ultimately lead to them talking and confessing their feelings for each other anyway. So therefore, Steve should win.

In the other corner, lead by Sam, there was the argument that intoxicated sex does not, and should not, count. The reasoning? Well it started with Sam yelling ‘BECAUSE THEY WERE JUST HORNY’! But that was quickly followed by, surprisingly, Tony stepping in and claiming that, because of the pair’s intoxication, there was no way to determine whether or not they were in the right headspace. He stated that ‘you said it yourself Steve, Bucky said they were drunk and he wasn’t thinking’ and that seemed to be enough to persuade more of the team. Bringing the final vote to; three in Steve’s corner (counting Steve) and seven in Sam’s (counting Sam).

“So that’s that, the bet is still on, drunk sex doesn’t count,” Sam said with a sigh.

“I guess so,” spoke Steve.

Y/N stepped back from the corner with her mouth agape and her eyes wide. Her friends were betting on when her and Bucky would sleep together! What the hell! How long had this been going on for? Did Bucky know? Was that why he did it?!? She heard movement from the kitchen and quickly darted back towards the elevator and pressed the button to go back towards the gym. 

Fuck coming up with a speech she thought as she marched back into the gym to see Bucky sitting on one of the benches. She needed answers now.

“Bucky,” he turned around as soon as he heard her walk in, Y/N marched towards him, only stopping just before she reached his legs, “were you aware that our friends are betting on us sleeping together?” Good, straight to the point, don’t give him any opportunity to get out of it. 

Bucky raised his eyebrows before realising she must have overheard Steve and Sam arguing like how he had left them.

“Uh, yea,” his eyes locked onto his hands, “but I swear I only found out this morning!” He quickly stood up and reached out for Y/N’s arms as he searched her face. 

“You promise?” she whispered.

“I promise. It’s just Sam and Steve I swear.” Though not true, it’s what Bucky was told, and Y/N had only heard the two men as well.

“Well, they’ve come to a decision,” she said, Bucky stepped back slightly, letting go of Y/N’s arms and nodding his head. “Drunk sex doesn’t count.”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck, a quiet okay coming out before he sat back down. “Next week is Sam’s month, the bet isn’t just us sleeping together, the other option is going on a date,” he noted.

“I guess we get to pick who wins then don’t we?” a smirk began to appear on Y/N’s face as Bucky looked up at her.

“What are you thinking?” a small smile started to spread across his face as well. 

“Well Sergeant Barnes, who would you like to win?”

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“You’re not mad?” Steve felt as though he was walking on ice, Bucky had let loose at the news of the bet and he wasn’t sure how Y/N would react. 

“I’m slightly annoyed yes,” she breathed out a laugh and looked from side to side before stepping closer to her prey, “but I can forgive you, for a price,” she smirked.

“And what would that price be?” he breathed out a small laugh and smiled at his unknown predator. 

“I want in,” she stated, “I plan on talking to Bucky about all this and I have a feeling it’ll go smoothly,” she shrugged her shoulders before continuing, Steve quirked his eyebrows again, his curiosity was growing, she had him on the end of her line and was reeling him in. “If it does, I want 50%.”

“You’re sure you two will get together? How?” He crossed his arms, she felt the tug of the reel as he fought back. 

“Let’s just say some things were said last night, which I know you know about by the way, that have lead me to believe that everything will work out,” the smile on her face was growing and Steve pondered her comment for a moment. Bucky hadn’t told him anything about confessing his feelings to her, but he’d left a lot of details out. Slowly Steve started to nod his head.

“Alright,” he stuck his hand out, “you’ve got a deal.” 

That’s a hook line and sinker folks. 

Part Two - Redemption 

Bucky knocked twice on the door before he opened it and stepped in, not bothering waiting for the okay. It had been two and half hours since Y/N completed part one, it was his turn now. It was mid-afternoon at this point, everyone had settled after lunch into their own activities, Steve was sat in his room drawing the view from his desk when he heard Bucky walk in. The two offered each other small hello’s before Bucky took a seat next to him. 

“I’ve been thinking about this whole bet thing,” Bucky spoke after some time, Steve hummed in response, not bothering to look up. “I think I deserve some of your winnings since you bet on my love life.” His voice was nonchalant, like it wasn’t a big deal, but the words had been written down and practiced a half a dozen times earlier in the day.

“No winnings yet, Sam decided drunk sex doesn’t count,” Steve looked up from his notebook and watched Bucky lean back further into the chair, “I can call it off if you want,” he offered. Bucky shook his head slightly. 

“What if I got you the win, then you can share some with me?” again his tone was casual, a conversation between two friends, “anything to stop Sam from bragging,” he laughed.

“Do you have a plan or were you just going to wing it,” Steve laughed, “because up until this point you’ve been winging it and it hasn’t exactly worked.”

“Hey! I have my ways, my charm, good looks, it’ll win any girl over,” Bucky winked and flicked his hair over his shoulder dramatically getting a laugh from Steve. “I have a plan actually.”

“Oh? And what’s that? Get drunk and kiss her? Seems to be your only move at the moment.” Steve enjoyed this banter he had with Bucky, the mood was light and he was able to joke and poke fun without any worry of the consequences.

“Right mate do you want to win or not?” Bucky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Sorry, continue.”

“I’m gonna go talk to her, ask her on a proper date,” the mood shifted slightly as Bucky bit his lip and watched for Steve’s reaction. 

“It’s about time,” he laughed, “bet or not I want you to be happy Buck.”

“But you’ll still give me a cut right?” Bucky smirked as Steve continued to laugh.

“Hows 50%?” The men shook hands and both leaned back in their chairs. ‘Done deal’ they’d agreed. Steve went back to drawing and Bucky sat quickly, relaxed and watching the trees sway in the small breeze outside. 

After a few minutes of peace Bucky spoke again.

“You know I was going to ask for 30 right?”

“You can have 30% if you want” 

“No it’s okay,” Bucky rushed out, waving his hand in front of him, “we shook on 50%.”

Part Three A - Testing the Waters

Now, the pair knew that Steve and Sam were in on this bet. But a bet that had been going on this long meant that surely the others must know right? So they thought, why not have some fun, see what reactions they can get, if any. 

In a compound where the team lived with each other and were constantly communicating it made this part of the plan possibly the easiest. Once again the two’s skills came in handy, they knew what to say yes but they also knew how to keep a close eye on their targets, how to get into the computer system and find out the information before anyone was the wiser. Tony doesn't get individual’s log activities until Monday morning. They had ample time. 

So when Bucky text Y/N to give her the all clear she set in motion part three; testing the waters. While Bucky stayed with Steve, as they often did and as to not raise suspicion, Y/N had already situated herself in the lounge where Vision, Wanda and Clint were lounging. She’d been there for almost an hour, the conversation between the group dropped at moments but it was calm, relaxing. Y/N was waiting, she was waiting for the perfect timing, an in and when Wanda spoke, she had it.

“Hey, do you want to watch that bird cartoon you were telling me about tonight?” Wanda turned to Y/N who was occupied by her phone. 

“Tuca and Bertie? I can’t I’m going out tonight” she replied looking up from her phone briefly but not long enough to hold eye contact. 

“Where are you heading?” Asked Clint, always one to support his team’s interests outside of missions. 

“Birthday celebration with a few friends from high school, nothing to exciting, just drinks” Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled at the group.

“Gonna bring home any one night stands?” Clint teased.

“Or should I keep my phone on loud just in case you need to be picked up from some guy’s apartment at some ungodly hour,” Wanda laughed out. 

You should know that Y/N’s sudden plans had sparked an interest in both Clint and Wanda. The two immediately began their own plan, let’s call it Bleed Them Dry, because they were trying to get all the information they could.

“It’s not like that,” Y/N laughed with them a small blush started rising on her cheeks, “if you must know, one of my friends is bringing some guy she wants me to meet.”

“Who is this mystery man?” Wanda leaned forward in her seat, she thought, before the news of last night, that Y/N had given up on Bucky. But with the information she had been given from Steve and Sam, she was confused as to why Y/N would be agreeing on a blind set up. 

“I have no idea, someone she works with,” Y/N sighed before turning to Wanda, “don’t worry I’ll sneak a photo and send you his name as soon as I meet him.” 

“I’d also like to know,” Clint raised his hand with a smile which was returned by Y/N.

“Of course arrow boy,” she stood from her seat and made a move to exit the room, “if you'll excuse me, I have a blind set up to get ready for.”

Part Three B - Testing the Waters...Still

It was Bucky’s turn now. Y/N had let him know her part had gone smoothly, the seed had been planted is what she’d told him. It was nearing 6pm now, dinner was being prepared in the kitchen by whoever’s turn it was to cook. But Bucky was walking in the opposite direction as he moved towards Tony’s lab casually.

“Hey Stark, Banner” Bucky greeted the men with a nod which was quickly returned. He walked over to Tony’s station and stood on the opposite side of the table as Bruce went back to his work, but kept a watchful eye on the interaction. 

“How can I help Tinman?” Tony sunk into the stool next to him and looked up at Bucky who shifted from foot to foot.

“I was wondering if I could borrow that camouflage bracelet thing you made?” He scratched the back of his neck as Tony raised his eyebrows to ask why, “got a date.”

Bruce and Tony shared a quick look as Tony turned to get the bracelet he had made for Bucky that would conceal his metal arm, making it appear to be flesh and handed it to Bucky. 

“Who’s the lucky lady? Finally asked Y/N out?” Tony smiled, he was hoping Steve would win. 

“No,” Bucky breathed out a laugh and shook his head, his eyes held down at the bracelet in his hands, “I wish but no, girl I met in a bar last week.” 

“How does Y/N feel about that?” Bruce spoke up from his bench, the two turned their attention towards him.

“I don’t think she knows,” Bucky pulled out his phone and opened it, “Sam text me saying she’s got some blind date set up thing tonight anyway,” he sighed again, putting his phone away and looking at Bruce, “doesn’t seem like she’s interested, suppose I should move on I guess.”

Bruce and Tony both nodded their heads, they wished him good luck on his date and watched him walk out. Bucky was thankful for the text from Sam, they’d made sure Clint was there when he found out about Y/N’s plans for the night, they knew Sam would be the first person he went to and Sam would eventually tell Bucky. 

The scientists turned to each other.

“They did sleep together didn’t they?” Tony asked.

“That’s what Steve said,” Bruce shrugged.

“Oh,” Tony let out, “so they’re both just dumbasses then.” He shook his head and pulled out his phone.

“Are you telling the others,” Bruce asked, Tony just answered with a look, of course I am, he answered.

Part Four - Answers

There’s a reason all of this happened at certain times. Not only did they need enough time for word to get around, but they needed Steve to be out of the compound and away from his phone. That’s why Bucky had insisted it had to be today, because with no training in the morning he knew that Steve would go for an hour’s run before dinner and Steve never took his phone, always leaving it on his nightstand, he ran around the compound, if something went wrong, he would hear it. That’s how Bucky and Y/N were able to sneak into Steve’s room after Bucky had come back from visiting Tony. 

Y/N was waiting at the door when he arrived, she asked how it went, he showed her the bracelet in response. She asked him if he was really going to wear it, he said only if there’s a crowd. She said they’ll have to make sure to stay away from crowds then with a smirk. This girl was driving Bucky insane. 

It was nearing 6:30pm now, they had about twenty minutes to get in and out before risking Steve finding them and so as soon as they got to work Bucky went straight to his computer and opened up his messages. It wasn’t hard to find what the were looking for, in capital letters the group chat was constantly being updated with new messages, it was called (you’ll never guess) PLACE YOUR BETS.

Bucky moved his hand so the mouse hovered over the chat, he wanted to know what they were talking about, he knew they were talking about him, about his love life, and he wanted the details. He wanted to know what they knew, if they knew something he didn’t. He needed to know.

“Wait,” Y/N placed her hand over Bucky’s wrist stopping him from clicking onto the chat, “you can’t click on it.”

“Why not?” He looked at her, eyes wide like a child being caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“If you click on it you’ll mark it as read, if they see that Steve has read it they’ll wonder why since he’s supposed to be running right now,” she spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, to her it was, it hadn’t even crossed Bucky’s mind. 

“Okay well, now we know that everyone is in on it,” her hand was still on his wrist as he looked at it, she noticed him staring and quickly pulled it away and straightened up. 

“Ready for the final part?” Y/N asked with a smile as they walked out of Steve’s room, ready to go their separate ways until later that night.

“Ready as ever doll,” Bucky winked at her before turning on his heel and walking towards his room. He had a date to get ready for.

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Y/N tossed in her bed, 11:45pm it read on her phone and she was wide awake. Sleep wasn’t going to be a happening thing tonight. There were several things keeping Y/N up tonight, one of them was the fact that in fifteen minutes it was her birthday and tomorrow night the entire team will be having a get together in the compound to celebrate. She didn’t want a party, she never asked for a party, no one had asked her for the party, but it was happening and Y/N was dreading being the centre of attention for the entire night. 

Another thing that plagued her mind this late at night was Bucky. After the events of the previous week she knew he mustn’t know what had happened in his drunken state. Everything was normal, or as normal as things normally were, actually, maybe they were less normal. Bucky seemed to walk out of the room less often when she came in, he even sat next to her at breakfast the other day. They didn’t speak, nothing more than a small good morning nod, but he sat next to her and even that was odd behaviour. She didn’t miss the raised eyebrows from Clint or Sam nudging Steve. She tried to ignore it though. 

He didn’t remember kissing her, he didn’t remember her taking him to his room, he said that himself, not to her but he still said it. Maybe he’s just had a change of heart or got a telling off that he has to be nicer. 

11:48pm. The other thing that plagued Y/N’s mind was the fact that this stupid pillow isn’t comfortable and why is the duvet all twisted up!

With a huff she got out of bed and threw a sweatshirt over her pyjamas. Maybe a walk and some TV will help, she thought. She walked through the dining room and slowly pulled open the sliding door that led into the lounge, she heard the TV going, thankful she wasn’t the only one up, until she saw Bucky sprawled out on the two-seater at the other side of the room watching the TV...and no one else. 

11:54pm.

“Hey” he turned his head as soon as she spoke and sat up straighter against the back of the seat, his legs swinging round.

“Uh hey”

“Is it okay if I join you?” She walked over to the larger couch, he nodded and she took a seat at the end, not wanting to get too close to him, scared that it might scare him off.

11:56pm.

“Its your birthday tomorrow isn’t it?” He turned towards her again as she nodded, a small yup with a popping p. “Excited?” he asked.

“Not really,” she let out a small chuckle and looked at him, he raised an eyebrow urging her to continue. “Would much prefer to just have a movie night than a big party. It’s fine though.” She shrugged her shoulders before turning back to the TV. Bucky nodded slowly and hummed before turning his attention back as well.

11:58pm. 

Bucky rose from his said and walked out of the lounge without a word. It was nice while it lasted Y/N thought to herself. The conversation they had shared had been the longest they’d shared in a while now. It was nice, talking to him, it seemed like he was genuinely interested in what she had to say. Y/N leaned back further into the cushion, baby steps.

Bucky strode into the kitchen like his life depended on it, he had an idea. Bucky prided himself in being a good friend, he was constantly making sure that everyone was happy and got what they wanted. It’s why he writes two different kinds of yogurt on the shopping list so Bruce and Steve each have what they like, it’s why he takes his time every morning getting ready for his morning run because he knows Sam likes to sleep in a little each morning. It’s also why he’s sneaking into the fridge and rearranging the cupcakes that Natasha and Bruce had spent half the day baking for the party tomorrow so it didn’t look like one was missing. 

He’d been trying for the past week, he really had, he was trying to show Y/N that he was open to being her friend. Baby steps he had told Steve, get to know her first he said, then he can see if she might ever feel the same way. Steve had almost smacked Bucky at that but grudgingly let it slide. 

He pulled out the small candle from the draw and stuck it into the frosting of the cupcake, lighting it with one of the matches he’d found in the draw. Before walking back into the lounge Bucky checked his phone, midnight, perfect timing. He walked in and sat on the couch next to Y/N she eyed him as he uncovered the candle and handed her the cupcake. 

“Happy birthday” he simply said, she stared at him with her mouth agape not saying a word. Bucky started to panic, maybe this was too much too fast, maybe this isn’t what she wanted. “I just uh- I thought maybe you could have two birthdays” he brushed the hair back from his face, he could see the small smile on her own and it made me relax, “one for you and one for them.”

“Thank you,” she was beaming now, looking at the cupcake in her hands, Bucky couldn’t help his own smile as he watched her close her eyes and blow out the candle. Everything she did he just found so adorable. “Here” Y/N broke the cupcake in half and handed Bucky a piece, he hesitated slightly but they looked so good how could he resist. He took the cupcake, giving her a thanking smile. 

“Did you make a wish?” he mumbled licking the remaining frosting from his fingers. 

“Course” she smiled sweetly at him before darting her eyes back to her lap and up the television.

“What did you wish for?” Bucky didn’t know what had come over him, he wasn’t normally a talker, he never really asked the questions. Normally he was the one having to answer them with small sentences but this wasn’t Bucky’s normal. This was a now or never moment, it was his opportunity to get to know the girl he had been pining over for so long now. His entire body was itching just to know what was going on in her head.

“If I tell you it won’t come true.” The smile stayed on her face but she never diverted from the television. Bucky leaned his head against the back of the couch and bit his lip while he watched her. 

“I won’t tell,” he lowered his voice, “and you get another wish tomorrow night anyway.”

“It’s stupid” he wanted to know so bad what she wished for, maybe he could make it happen and even if he couldn’t he just wanted to know. 

“I won’t laugh.”

“Fine,” she looked down at her hands as they pulled and scrunched up her jersey, “I wished the guy I like liked me back” her head turned to face him, Y/N’s smile was gone, there was only sadness in her eyes, desperation. “See, stupid.” She turned back to the television and turned the volume up, she didn’t like that he could get the truth out of her so easily. She should have said something like world peace, but no, she couldn’t lie to him. Bastard. 

Bucky stayed quiet, he didn’t laugh, he didn’t say anything either. His now or never was over and it was written in cold hard stone and thrown at him, never. 

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“Do you think it’s over?” Clint looked at Sam, the two stood in the doorway of the lounge.

“Can’t know for sure but I’d say no” Sam answered, he took his phone out of his pocket and took a photo of the sight before them. Bucky and Y/N leaned against each other on the couch, a blanket each and their heads over one another. The TV was still on but now it was playing the morning news since Clint had changed the channel. 

Sam’s phone pinged causing Bucky to stir as he came out of his slumber. The two men ducked out of the room before being caught. They ran into the kitchen to join Steve.

“What do you think Cap’n?” Sam smirked over his coffee.

“You still have seven days to wait Sammy boy” he didn’t even look up from his paper. 

Bucky rubbed his eyes and groaned, he hated falling asleep on the couch. It always made his neck hurt and more often than not he woke up with something drawn on his face. This time he didn’t wake up with a knot in his neck though, he looked down at his makeshift pillow on his shoulder and saw Y/N still sound asleep against him. 

“Dammit” he mumbled as he carefully lifted himself off of the couch. Y/N snuggled herself closer into the couch, pulling her knees up closer. Bucky pulled pulled her blanket further and then stepped back. He took a deep breath, a sigh came out before he moved towards the kitchen to find Steve reading a newspaper and Clint and Sam laughing over the counter at something on his phone.

“Mornin’” he mumbled moving towards the coffee mug. Steve looked up and slowly slid his phone back into his pocket, he offered Bucky a smile.

“Ready for our run” Steve chugged the last of his coffee and stood from his seat. Bucky chugged his own drink and nodded. 

“I gotta get changed” he spoke more to himself than anyone else. To tell the truth Bucky didn’t want to go for a run even though he knew it was what he needed. All he wanted to do was sit on his couch in his own room and wallow in his sadness because right now his heart was breaking. She liked someone and it wasn’t him, of course it wasn’t. Who the hell would like him let alone her!? He wasn’t about to tell anyone about his night though, he wasn’t going to tell anyone what she said about her birthday and he had made a promise not to tell anyone her wish. Their night together was going to stay his secret.

“Buck! You ready?” Steve knocked loudly on his bedroom door as Bucky pulled the shirt over his head and moved to yank open the door. 

“Be patient fucking hell” he grumbled and walked past Steve who rolled his eyes and followed. Bucky wasn’t a morning person. 

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