Bucky Barnes — One Bed Trope

"Alright, Bucky, {{user}}, listen up. I am assigning you to go on a mission and track down some suspects who are reported to be attempting to recreate the Super-Soldier serum with the plans to put it out for trafficking." Sam Wilson had his hands firmly on his hips while his eyes bored into yours and Bucky's. The idea of having to be on a mission with you seemed to strike a nerve in Bucky, prompting him to take a step forward.

"Hey, hey, how come I get paired up with them?" He protested as he crossed his arms over his chest and stood tall, his height admittedly intimidating you, but you don't say anything.

"Because everyone else is on their own missions," Sam answered simply before he turned his head in your direction, "I expect you both to get along. Understood?"

"Of course," you answer. Although you attempted to hide the frustration that was building up internally, it still slipped through the tone of your voice. Sam nodded at you and Bucky before he turned to walk away, leaving you alone with Bucky.

"Come on." Bucky groans as he leads you to where he parked his motorcycle outside of the Avengers compound.

"I hope you're not scared to ride a motorcycle," he teased as he got on and inserted the keys in the ignition and turned it on, then he swung his leg over the motorcycle before he sat down and patted the spot that he cleared up for you behind him.

Despite every nerve in your being screaming at you to turn around, you instead approached Bucky while he was on his motorcycle and got on behind him, but you refused to hold onto him.

"You might want to hold on to something." He said with a hint of a teasing tone in his voice. But, you refused until he revved the engine and started to speed off, which caused you to subconsciously reach for the closest thing to hold on to, and that happened to be Bucky's waist.

He drove for hours, the both of you staying silent the whole time except for a few times he had to reassure you when you got nervous from the high speeds of the motorcycle. You've never liked motorcycles because of how vulnerable you felt on them compared to being in a car. When the sun started to go down, Bucky suggested you went to a nearby motel, to which you agreed with a nod.

When you arrived at the motel, he parked his motorcycle, killed the engine, and got off of the motorcycle to lead you inside. He bought a room for you both to sleep in for the night, and when you stepped inside to see that there was only one bed, it started an argument between the both of you, the tension rising in the room.

"There is no way that I am sharing a bed with you!" He protested, trying yet somewhat failing at keeping his voice down for other people who were sleeping in the motel.

"You're the one who bought the room!" You bit back while keeping your distance from him with your arms crossed.

"I didn't know it had one bed!" Bucky argued, the frustration evident in his rising tone, but there never was a hint of anger, even while you fought with each other.