Marvel Oneshots

Bucky x Reader: Cards on the table.

prompt: playing cards with Bucky.

A/N: Y/F/D is Your Favourite (morning) Drink. Also, apparently COZY is spelt c-o-S-y and my whole life is in shambles. Ending is cheesy, but everyone should have a little cheese in their lives.

The sound of thunder booming outside of your window awakens you from your slumber. You roll over in your bed to face the alarm clock sitting on your bedside table. As you re-position your body, it instantly looses lots of heat and you struggle to find a spot on your mattress where you had heated it up sufficiently, but you decide it's a lost cause.

The shade and gloom of the sky outside your window matches the time of the day perfectly, you think. Any morning where you don't have to be awake, doing so at a time before 9 is just despicable. The alarm clock that, surprisingly, wasn't the sound to wake you, read 7:30 AM.

Sighing exasperatedly, you stumble your way out of your bed, dragging a blanket with you, guiding it around your neck, trying to keep as warm as possible on your journey to the kitchen. When you reach your destination a few seconds later, you flip the light switch on your way through the door.

You head straight towards the fridge, preparing to make your favourite warm drink. Even the thought of sipping on a Y/F/D brings the slightest hint of warmth within your belly. As you carry your drink toward the lounge room, you wrap your hands around the cup, trying to warm them, in hopes of the heat spreading to the rest of your body.

It was only one of the first weeks into winter, and already it was being miserable weather outside. You didn't mind much because it meant you got to spend time inside, being cosy and relaxing. You switch on the fireplace and gently lower yourself down onto the couch. You sit and empty your cup slowly, just enjoying the sound of the rain and the early morning peace outside.

Two hours later you had showered and gotten dressed in a warm sweater and some jeans. You had started binge watching some Netflix show, and were engrossed in the plot and characters that you barely noticed the sound of your phone buzzing, notifying you that someone wanted to speak with you. When it sounded again, you snapped out of your daze, paused the show and picked up your phone.

You read the message, your friend Bucky's name lighting up the screen.

Hey Y/N!

Bucky; this better be good, you interrupted my bingeing for this. You message back, with a faint smile on your face.

Um, obviously its good; It's me after all.

Okay I'm leaving, bye. You say, turning your phone face down on the table. Before you can switch Netflix back on though, the phone buzzes again.

Okay! Wait! I just wanted to ask if we could meet up today, seeing as it's raining and I'm bored. Entertain me please! You shake your head at your goofy friends antics.

I swear you are two years old. Come over whenever; you know where the key is. And with that, you turn your phone off and continue obsessing over your tv show.

A few minutes later, you hear the sound of your front door opening. You hear Bucky take off his coat and shoes and moments after, see him entering your peripheral vision. You make eye-contact and nod your head in acknowledgement but your gaze immediately returns to the tv. Your show has around 20 minutes less and you want to know how the episode ends, so you just move your feet off of the couch, silently inviting him to sit beside you.

He plomps himself down on your couch and instantly starts watching too. This was a normal occurrence between you two; either one of you would come over and sit through something the other one was enjoying, not minding if you didn't know what was going on. You both knew that you had individual tastes and respected that, which tended to lead to having an unhealthy amount of hobbies.