Brief Synopsis: Sam leaves Bucky’s texts unanswered to annoy him without realizing that he is also annoying you. Based on this post.
Word Count: 1k
A/N: It has been way too long since I posted a fic, but I hope you all enjoy this one! Now that it’s summer, I’ve been working on some of my drafts and hope to post more often. Thanks for reading!
Sitting up in bed beside Sam, you could not seem to focus long enough to comprehend what was printed in the novel laying open and unread on your lap. You had already asked him to turn the volume down on the television, which had helped, but then his phone began to belch out a portion of his favorite track by Marvin Gaye when he received a text. Eventually, the texts became so frequent that the tone would only play for a second before starting over again, the inharmonious repetition of sound no where near as euphonic as the entire song.
“Are you going to answer those?” you nearly growled, your words sounding more like a command than a question.
“Nope,” Sam responded, unaware of your irritated tone as he popped another piece of popcorn in his mouth. He didn't even bother glancing your way, his eyes glued to whichever movie he was intently watching on Netflix.
“Could you at least put your phone on silent?”
He did just that, but it only made things worse. The constant vibrations were amplified by the table his phone rested on, causing the notifications to be even louder than they had been with the ringer. Fed up and low on patience, you slammed your book shut, placing it on your nightstand before leaning over Sam, bracing your weight on one arm, and reaching for his phone with the other. He moved the bowl of popcorn out of your path to keep it from spilling as his eyes finally shifted away from the screen. Sam soon realized what you were grabbing for, so he set the bowl down on the floor and attempted to seize the device before you could, but your hand closed around it first.
You didn’t bother shifting back to your side of the bed once you had it in your grasp, instead deciding to take your arm out from under you and drop your weight onto Sam’s chest. He released a noise somewhere between a groan and a breathless laugh when you landed on top of him.
With Sam still recovering, you were able to unlock his phone and find the messages app where more than twenty texts from Bucky waited. You scrolled up to the start of the message bubbles and started to read through them all.
Sam tried to take his phone away from you, but his movements were limited with you sprawled across him. “What are you doing?” he sighed as he stopped struggling, no doubt realizing that it was futile.
You almost answered him, but your attention drifted back to the phone as another message moved the screen down to the most recent text.
BUCKY: I know you’re reading these, Sam.
“Have you had your read receipts on this whole time?” you inquired.
Sam only laughed in response, his amusement answering your question quite clearly. You shook your head, pressing the contact information button in the corner and selecting the FaceTime option. You were going to make Sam talk to Bucky whether he liked it or not.
“No, don't-” Sam insisted, but was interrupted by the connection forming between his phone and Bucky’s. When FaceTime finished loading, the screen was just black.
“Hello?” Bucky spoke directly into the receiver as if he were talking on the phone, which made his voice seem extremely loud. He had probably never used FaceTime before.
“Bucky, take your phone away from your ear,” you instructed while Sam rolled his eyes.
Bucky’s face then came into view and his brows furrowed, evidently confused as to why he could see your face and hear your voice.
“Y/N? Where’s Sam? He won't answer any of the text messages I've sent.”
You angled the screen at your boyfriend, who glared at you for ruining his fun. In return, you merely smirked, glad that you found a way to annoy him as much as he annoyed you earlier.
“What do you want, Barnes?” Sam sighed.
“Steve told me you ate the last of the ice cream at the tower, so you have to pick up some for everybody when you come in tomorrow.”
“Seriously? That's what was so urgent?”
“How is that not urgent?” Bucky countered, the lightness in his voice indicating that he was on the verge of laughter. There was a brief silence and then Bucky added, “Nat said if you're going to complain, she'll make sure you never eat ice cream again.”
“Fine, I'll buy some,” Sam groaned. Before Bucky or any of the other Avengers could reply, he freed one of his hands from underneath you and jabbed the button to end the call.
You shook your head, humored by how childish Sam and his friends could be as you returned the phone to his nightstand.
With your guard down, Sam seized the opportunity to lift you off of him and back over to your side of the bed, hovering above you. He didn't have to say a word for you to know what was coming next, and you tried to escape, but were unable to get away before he began to tickle you all over.
“No, Sam, don’t!”
Your attempts to push him off of you failed, and you laughed until you couldn't breathe, your pleading gradually becoming indecipherable as the words mixed with your giggles.
Finally, Sam stopped tickling you, though he didn’t allow you enough time to fully catch your breath as he brought his lips down to yours. One of his hands found your cheek as he deepened the kiss, causing you to forget all about how much you needed to breathe.
As soon as he broke through your defenses, his treacherous fingers drifted to the back of your neck. Quickly, you grabbed the pillow from the bed and whacked his head with it to keep him from trying to tickle you again.
Luckily, Sam flipped over onto his side of the mattress, clutching the pillow you hit him with as he released his last few chuckles and turned on his movie again. You opened up your book, but you didn’t even get through a page before he flung the pillow back at you.
“Sam!”
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