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The One About Sam and Bucky Being Frenemies

Summary:

Everyone in the Avengers team knows that Bucky and Sam don't get along well. Everyone except for Steve Rogers, best friend to both of them.

And while the Falcon and the former Winter Soldier play pretend in front of Captain America, their relationship behind their mutual friend's back is less than cordial.

Or... Sam and Bucky being petty at each other over the smallest things.

(This fic, as more to follow on this series, belongs to the same alternate universe as my fic A Red Start Glinting in the Night. It's not necessary to read that one first to enjoy this one and the other ones, but it'll give you some context about how my version of the Post-Civil War events went down. It also tells the story of an OFC named Blake –Bucky's girlfriend– that will make appearances or be mentioned in some of the fics from this series. Either way, these are one-shots meant to be read as stand-alones).

Notes:

Hi, welcome! So this is a one-shot from a series about the more domestic and fun side of the lives of the Avengers.

The series is based on "prompts" (more like memes and other posts I've collected over the years from Tumblr and other sites), so I can't claim full ownership of the idea –just the expansion of it and the addition of some elements–, that goes to the original poster/s.

As I didn't save any usernames, I can't credit anyone. So, if by chance, you recognize the original idea as yours or someone else's you know (and can provide proof), please tell me so I can give you and/or them due credit. Or delete it, if you and/or them would prefer it.

I will provide the screencap of the post used as inspiration to anyone who asks to see it (I would post it with the story but I unfortunately can't).

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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It’s been a few years since Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson first met, on a highway and under the worst of circumstances. Buck was still under Hydra’s control, while Sam was the newest addition to Captain America’s little team of rogue agents looking to unmask a terrorist organization that had been hiding under their noses.

Nowadays, those times of uncertainty and unrest have been left behind, yet a problem remains from that period in time. The relationship between the Falcon and the former Winter Soldier hasn’t improved that much since their first meeting when Bucky jumped onto the car Sam was driving and ripped off the steering wheel.

It’s fair to say that Wilson took it somewhat personally, despite later learning about the brainwashing program Barnes was subjected to during all his years as Hydra’s unwilling asset. And ever since, he has held a grudge against the Sergeant. One that it’s reciprocated out of pure spite and that makes his presence on little things from time to time.

It could be seen already all the way back in Germany when the Sokovia Accords affair events were going down, with Sam refusing to move his seat up in the tiny Volkswagen Beetle car that Steve had gotten them to escape on while keeping a low profile.

Then, Bucky had politely abided his time, keeping his suffering silent until his best friend had left the car before asking the other man to move and give him a little more room in the backseat. Yet Wilson refused his request, leaving the other to stew in his own discomfort. The former pararescue airman had done that as a form of petty revenge for what had happened about two years prior which, in Bucky’s opinion, was a little outrageous and unfounded.

Still, the petty rivalry didn’t stop there. On the contrary, it only grew bigger and stronger, with the two men constantly messing with each other just for the sake of it. Although, they have a silent agreement to never do it in Steve’s presence, and to maintain a facade of friendliness while in front of him. That way, they’ll never make their mutual friend worry, nor will they get called out by him for it.

“Did you touch this glass?”

Sam questions Bucky with an accusing tone as soon as he enters the kitchen, finding the other man sitting at the island and eating cereal.

“Why would I touch it?” The annoyed Sarge tosses back before eating another spoonful.

“I feel like you touched it, just to mess with me. This is the glass I was drinking from before.”

“What if I didn’t touch it, knowing that I wouldn’t need to since you would suspect me anyway, thus messing with you without actually doing anything? Also, why would you leave it out in the open if you feared that I would do something to it?”

Barnes settles down his spoon while he tries to flip the issue on Sam, not only attempting to get himself rid of all the blame but also trying to cement himself as the possible mastermind behind whatever mind game Wilson thinks is being played on him. Just to mess with him, of course.

“I don’t need to watch where I leave the stuff that I use, you just need to learn to mind your own business.”

As Falcon retorts scathingly, crossing his arms over his chest and reading himself to get into an argument with the other man, a few seconds of silence pass by.

“You drank from it, didn’t you?”

“Seriously, what’s your problem?”

“You are my problem!”

“You guys should get hobbies,” Tony comments as he passes through the kitchen, rolling his eyes at his teammates’ antics before disappearing down a hallway.

It is after Stark’s (un)timely appearance that both men engaged in the blame-throwing contest decided to call it quits, for the time being, afraid that behind the engineer might also show up the Captain himself. If they had been kept going, they would have risked getting caught, and thus their fake friendship would have been put in jeopardy.

After all, they are good friends. Not to each other, but to Steve. And that’s probably what keeps the Captain in the dark about the true nature of Barnes and Wilson’s relationship. Ignorance is bliss, they say.

“You know, one of the things I’m most happy about is that Bucky managed to make other friends besides me. He and Sam get along so well, despite starting off on the wrong foot,” Steve muses while nursing his cup of tea, a small smile showing up on his face.

He’s sitting in one of the meeting rooms, going over some files for their next mission. Alongside him, enjoying a steaming cup of black coffee is Romanov, reading some files of her own.

“Yeah, you’re right. They’re such good buddies.”

Natasha’s comment is made with such dry sarcasm that it goes completely over Rogers’ head.

The former Russian spy is as aware of Bucky and Sam’s frenemies status as pretty much everyone else in the Avengers team. Except for Rogers, of course. And although none of them have been directly asked by either of those men to keep silent about the whole ordeal, they all know better than to pile more problems, worries, and stress on top of the Cap’s plate.

And that’s also part of the reason why Barnes and Wilson’s rivalry remains alive and well to this day.

 

Notes:

This is tied to another one of my fics, as I said in the summary, but you would only have to read it if you want full context about "the larger" picture (like, why Bucky is part of the Avengers, who's Blake and what's her story, and why Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision remained in the team).

Apart from that, this fic –as well as the others from the series– can be read as a stand-alone, without having to go through the other one.

Also, if you are interested in reading more Marvel-related fics, check out my Daredevil-centered long fic series Hell Was the Journey But it Brought Me Daredevil. It already has two novel-length completed fics posted.

Other fandoms I write or have written for are the Devil May Cry videogames franchise, the Swedish band Ghost, and the Youtuber/streamer/music artist Corpse Husband, so check my profile if you are interested in those.

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