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Writing Prompt: There's just one bed. Andie and Sam.

Hi, anon!

Thanks for the prompt!

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Rating: T

Word Count: 2471

Sam/Andie pre-ship fluff, set 24 December 2014

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This was not how Andie wanted to spend Christmas.

In the bad part of town in another country while on the run from the remnants of HYDRA with only Sam Wilson for company. And no safehouse to run to after HYDRA found them surveilling a safehouse. And with how middle-of-nowhere they were and the time of year, the only option was to lay low until Nat and Steve could reach them.

Merry fucking Christmas to her. At least they had decent coffee, nice and hot to combat the harsh bite of the cold. And amazing cafes. Currently, she was sitting outside at a two-seater table - the only person not indoors in the chilly winter weather.

This was the perfect weather - crisp winter air, the crunch of the snow under her boots, the steam rising from her coffee. Her idea of peace was mountains and a snowy log cabin, or a snowy acreage in the middle of nowhere with horses and riding trails; people who vacationed somewhere hot were a mystery to her.

While under the guise of checking her bag, she looked back down the street. A smile tried to push its way across her face at the sight of the pyjamas she'd bought as the memory of shopping for clothes earlier forced its way to the forefront of her mind.

Andie grabbed the first pair of pyjamas on display that matched her size - a pair of red tartan flannel bottoms and a green spaghetti strap tank top. It was a little cold for the weather, but she'd be inside and if she couldn't be somewhere familiar for the holiday season, she'd find small ways to celebrate. Like festively coloured pyjamas.

Now all she needed was to pick up something for Sam while he sourced somewhere for them to sleep for the night.

The first pair she saw when she got to the men's department had red and white striped bottoms with a novelty print long sleeved shirt that resembled a stereotypical elf's jacket. That was it, Sam's pyjamas. Served him right after all the incessant flirting. The only downside was she wouldn't see him in them from her room. It would be worth it to see his face when she gave them to him, though.

As she casually sipped from her cup, she kept an eye on every person walking the street - a mother with her child (no threat), a group of American boys clearly on a break from college acting like dumbasses (only a threat to the poor barista they were hitting on), the old man on the fourth floor peeking covertly out his window from behind the curtains, and a dozen others all appearing normal.

But appearances could be deceiving, Andie knew that from experience. And from years at SHIELD.

HYDRA wasn't exactly the pinnacle of morality and she wouldn't put it past them to have a five-year-old working for them and that woman be the kid's trainer, not her mother. Natasha Romanoff was living proof that people like that had no qualms about using kids for their own gain.

Andie pushed those thoughts from her head. Years of on the job training meant she was pretty good at reading people and those people? They weren't threats.

That same training had her plotting escape plans for every scenario as she sipped. Every exit was mapped out in her mind, every scenario to get to safety planned.

Another sip of her coffee as she kept her eyes open and basked in the winter weather.

Her serenity was shattered when she saw Sam approaching, looking entirely too happy, given the situation they'd found themselves in.

"Got a room," he said, a wide grin pulling at his irritatingly handsome features. Honestly, he might not be so bad if he just cooled it with the intense flirting and just acted like himself.

Then it hit her. "A room?"

"All they had," he said, shrugging.

"Great." It really wasn't, but what choice did she have? A shared room with Sam or sleep outside in below zero weather? Yeah, the room with Sam was at least heated. And it wasn't like she didn't trust him, she did. She trusted him with her life. But the constant flirting? That was going to grate on her nerves and fast.

"Guy at the front desk did mention the room has a couch in it," Sam added. "I could probably sleep on the couch."

Andie hated chivalry. Even more than that, she hated the idea of being indebted to Sam for it. "We'll flip for it," she said, standing up. "When we get inside. Lead the way."

It turned out that the couch in the room was a lot smaller than Andie had expected, more like a loveseat than a couch. Either of them would struggle to sleep on it. And the floorspace around the bed was almost non-existent, barely a foot between the bed and the couch, and between the bed and the bathroom. To say it was a tight squeeze would be an understatement.

But the bed?

It would at least be big enough for both of them to sleep in. There might even be enough room to squeeze some pillows between them, to insulate her from Sam while they slept and avoid any chance at awkwardness.

"That's...," Sam trailed off, staring at the couch.

"Small," Andie said. "It's small. Way too small." Even if they chopped off their legs, they'd struggle to find enough room to sleep on the damn thing.

"Could always share the bed," Sam suggested, waggling his eyebrows.

More of the same insincere, over the top flirting that Andie was sick and tired of. Since they'd met, he'd had a few moments of sincerity that almost convinced her they'd be compatible, but every time he put in effort to flirt with her, it drew her away.

Sighing, she grabbed the small bag with the change of clothes she'd bought and went to the bathroom. "I'm showering."

"Want some company?" he called after her. Just hearing that over the top smirk in his voice boiled her blood.

Andie flipped him off behind her back and kicked the bathroom door shut, turning to lock it. Not that she really thought Sam would burst in, but the symbolism of locking the door was what she needed in the moment. Another sigh escaped her before she turned back to see the small bathroom. One enclosed electric shower that looked comparatively roomy, a small orange sink, and a pea-soup-green toilet, surrounded by hideous green and white tiling. To top it all off, the floor was a nauseating shade of orange-brown that Andie was pretty sure was designed to hide any dirt.

The whole thing looked like it hadn't been updated since the 70s.

But as long as the water was hot, she was happy.

Slowly, she stripped down and pulled the new clothes from her bag to lay them out next to the sink. She turned on the shower and tested the water until it was the right temperature before stepping in and sighing happily as the hot water rolled over her, releasing all the day's tension.

As she massaged the shampoo in, she smiled a little. This was what she needed. After a long week fighting, running, hiding, a nice hot shower in a quaint town was perfect. And if the water tank was small and Sam had to take a cold shower, well....

Grinning, she rinsed out the shampoo and finished off her shower. Long showers were never her thing, get clean and get out. Even if she was enjoying the silence and comfort.

She dressed in the spaghetti-strap tank top and flannel bottoms she'd purchased earlier, hung her clothes on the hanger behind the door, and went back out into the main room. Where Sam was fluffing a pillow and arranging sheets on the couch.

Andie tilted her head, watching him with a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. "You got the coin?"

Sam glanced back over his shoulder and continued to work. "Nah, you take the bed."

An exasperated sigh pushed past her lips. "Oh for...!" she growled. "I don't need your damn chivalry, Sam!" She stomped over to the couch and grabbed the sheets and pillow, throwing them on the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, eyes travelling over her skeptically.

"Just call down for some more pillows," she muttered, starting to arrange a barrier down the middle of the bed. "Neither of us is fitting on that fucking couch with our legs still attached." Smirking, she glanced down at his legs. "Tempting as it might be to try, I think putting a pillow wall up so we can share the bed is better."

“It’s no bother,” Sam insisted. “I’ve had worse, believe me.”

Andie knew he had; the army probably wasn’t all five-star accommodations and she’d bet money Sam had spent more nights than not with a rock for his pillow. But that didn’t mean she was an asshole.

“Just call the front desk, Sam,” she sighed.

He arched an eyebrow at her as she started to make their blanket divider, but turned back to the phone on the small bedside table. “Yes, Ma’am.”

An hour later, Andie rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. This was the worst bed she'd ever slept on and it was tempting to take apart the little fort she'd built to sleep on top of just to put something between her and the springs in the mattress that dug into her. Maybe if she made some coffee she could forgo the sleep and get some work done since they were stuck there anyway. She was pretty sure she could be quiet enough not to wake Sam.

A large grin tugged at her lips as she glanced over to where he lay on his back, fully decked out in his Christmas pyjamas. He hadn't even argued, just took them with a grin and changed. Another piece to the puzzle for her. Sometimes he was almost perfect, but then he'd go run his mouth off and she'd remember why it was a bad idea.

"Can't sleep?"

Andie nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, cheeks burning at the sound of his soft laughter.

"Sorry."

"Thought you'd be fast asleep by now," she muttered. Flipping onto her side, she tucked a hand under her head and watched him.

He was laying on his back, hands folded over his chest, eyeing her carefully. "Want me to call for more pillows?"

Andie laughed a little at that. "They'll probably put us on some kind of no-pillows list and think we're trying to abscond with them."

The deep rumble in Sam's chest brought a rush of heat to her cheeks. As much as he could be annoying and had thrown her out a damn building, she wasn't blind or stupid. Sam Wilson was ridiculously hot and that voice of his? If he weren't using it for evil, she'd melt every time he spoke.

"You want to take the fort apart?" he offered. "I can sleep on the couch, it's not a big deal."

Every time there was a step forward there were two back. "No," she growled. "I already told you I don't need your chivalry."

The bed shifted as Sam shrugged. "Okay, but you do need sleep. Not gonna do either of us any good having you all sluggish if HYDRA finds us."

Andie hated that he had a point. Sighing, she looked at the pillows between them and tried to figure out how many she'd need to put under her. Maybe if she just took the top layer, that'd be enough to negate the springs in the mattress. Even if it would lower the wall between them to just two small pillows end-to-end. It wasn't like Sam would actually try anything. The man was respectful as hell and she trusted him with her life. And more. Unfortunately.

"Fine," she grumbled. "But stay on your side, nothing funny!" Sitting up, she arranged the pillows underneath her and flopped back down. It actually was a lot better, no springs.

"Promise," he said. "Better?"

"Yes," she admitted, curling onto her side to face away from him. Sleep almost immediately called to her.

"Goodnight."

"Night," she mumbled.

By the time they'd arrived at the pickup point, Andie was sure the heat in her cheeks was more than enough to melt all the nearby snow.

It had been a morning.

When Nat had called the burner phone to give them a pickup point she could meet them at with the Quinjet, Andie jumped out of bed to grab it. Rather than being eager to go home, she just needed any excuse to get away from Sam without addressing the elephant in the room - that she had woken up in his arms, feeling more rested than she had in...well, in a while.

For the rest of the morning, she'd barely spoken three words to him.

And now that the Quinjet was landing in the agreed upon clearing in the forest, she practically ran toward it too. Sure, it meant she'd be stuck with Sam in a metal can in the sky for a couple of hours, but Nat would be there, she wouldn't have to actually talk to Sam.

The back of the Quinjet dropped open just as she reached it and Nat barely had time to duck out of the way as Andie ran to one of the seats. Luckily, Sam was smart enough to sit up front with Steve and not next to her.

But Nat?

Oh, she definitely picked up on her discomfort, if the smirk on her friend's face was anything to go by.

"Spill," Nat said, sitting next to her.

Andie did the mature thing and, to hide how flustered she was, glowered at Nat. "Sam's an idiot."

But Nat didn't flinch.

"Nothing happened!" Andie insisted, probably a little too quickly. Shit, this whole thing was out of hand. She needed to remind herself why it was a bad idea, her and Sam - the intense chivalry, the flirting, the fact that he'd almost certainly leave when he got bored.

Her foster parents' words echoed in her mind.

Trust only yourself, other people get you killed.

Other people left, they died, they lied. She needed to remember that the only person she could rely on was herself.

Smirk still firmly in place, Nat handed her a bottle of water, but otherwise didn't say anything.

Sighing, Andie accepted the bottle and leaned back against her chair with her eyes closed. Mentally, she began going over all the reasons to avoid Sam again. Some guy wasn't going to get under her skin. Then again, was Sam Wilson just Some Guy (tm)? Hopefully she'd never find out.

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