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abarbaricyalp · 24 days ago

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sambucky + "could you promise me one thing?", if you like!

"Oh, I want to do quick 1000 word ficlets for these prompts" <- lying liar who lies Thanks for sending this prompt in. Evidently I liked it 😅 From this prompt list

People left.

It was something Sam had understood on a surface level all his life. The people who slept on the Wilsons' couch for a few days at a time always left. The teachers at the school left year after year. His friends left to other states.

When he was eleven and his favorite titi died, he understood that the raw bruise ache that he knew from when people left with warning was nothing compared to the yawning chasm of loneliness that overwhelmed him when someone left without warning.

His titi when he was eleven. The boy down the road when he was fifteen. His dad when he was eighteen and his mama when he was nineteen. His grandparents. Two cousins. Three more kids from his graduating class before they graduated and another four before he moved to DC after the Air Force.

Him and Sarah had promised, in his terrible off campus apartment a few months after their mama died, that they wouldn't leave each other. And then Sam had been the one to leave.

People left his courses. People dropped out of their training class. He fed a cat out in the middle of the desert and even it stopped coming around eventually.

He'd made Riley make the same promise, to not leave, to see all of it through, to stay with him.

Then he stopped expecting it of anyone. Stopped wishing it of anyone.

People left. That was just life.

So, when he had the Winter Soldier laying in a safe house bed next to him, so loose and sleppy that he was letting Sam trace nonsense against his shoulder blade, he didn't beg him to stay. Instead, he said, "Can you promise me one thing?"

Bucky turned his head to more or less face Sam. Or, at least, Sam's hip, since he was still sitting up in the bed for some reason. "What?" he asked, voice gruff and rumbling.

"If you're going to leave, do it now. Before I get attached to you."

Bucky pushed himself up onto his elbow and narrowed his eyes at Sam. It wasn't a glare, but it put a little furrow between his brows. "I'm not leaving," he said simply. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Sam didn't argue. He didn't need to. Everyone left. It was an immutable fact of life and he wasn't going to let himself fall for it again.

"Sam," Bucky said seriously, batting Sam's hand away when it went back to tracing designs on the front of his shoulder now. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sam hummed as he shifted to lay down, facing away from Bucky. The super soldier refused to take the hint and scooted closer to get his arms around Sam's waist and one leg hooked over Sam's thigh. Sam hated that he loved this. Hated that he leaned back against Bucky's chest. Hated that he knew Bucky would put his face against Sam's neck, like an animal burrowing somewhere safe.

"I'm not leaving," he said again.

Sam still didn't believe him.

. . .

Sam missed the news coverage of the Sokovia fight because, before anything could hit the airwaves, there was a knock at his door and an apparent bear attack victim on the other side of it.

"Barnes, what the hell?" he asked as he caught Bucky when he listed forward and dragged him inside. He kicked the door shut behind them and mostly carried Bucky to the bathroom. "Where were you? What happened?" he asked.

Bucky tried to look at him when Sam sat him down on the lid of the toilet, but his head kept tipping backwards and he could barely keep his eyes from rolling senselessly. He was covered in bruising and blood and there were three massive gashes running down the left side of his face. Every time something kind of white showed up in them, Sam had to remind himself this was his job and he couldn't be sick while he was working.

It had been a while since he'd dealt with worse than a skinned elbow or a broken ankle, the occasional stab wound. It felt like another lifetime since he'd been the guy who landed next to mangled destruction and began to put it back together.

Bucky mumbled something, but it was too low and garbled for Sam to make out and he didn't have the time to ask again. He filled the sink with warm water, dunking a washcloth beneath the stream so he could begin to clean some of the blood away.

He opened Bucky's mouth to check for obstructions in his airway, but got distracted by the fact that half his teeth were missing and, where there was red inflamed gum, white was beginning to show again in the empty spots.

"Okay, Jaws," he breathed, because otherwise he might really lose it. "Can you breathe?"

Bucky mostly nodded and so Sam got to work stopping the bleeding.

When Bucky came to a little more than an hour later, his first words were, "The shark's name is Bruce."

"No, the fake shark's name was Bruce. They didn't name the shark that was eating people." Sam set aside the tablet he'd been digging up information with and really looked at Bucky for the first time in 45 minutes, since he'd forced himself to stop trying to see his skin stitch itself back together. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a bus from the inside," Bucky groaned. He turned over on his side, laid there for a second, then pushed himself up so he was sitting off the bed. Mercifully, he didn't try to stand. Sam was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to catch him.

The wounds on his face weren't completely open anymore, though they were still red and raw. The more superficial damage had healed already, but slower than Sam had noticed scrapes and bruises healed on Steve. He wasn't sure if it was a difference in serums or because Bucky's body had a lot more to contend with at the moment than Sam and Steve's usual post-mission fare.

"You should lay back down," he said. "You're still hurt."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed, but he didn't make the lay down again. "You figure out what I was doing yet?"

Sam looked at the tablet and scowled. "No. I checked all of the alarms for the facilities we're aware of. You weren't at any of those."

Bucky considered this, then reached for the tablet and typed in an address and description to Sam's notes app. "You'll probably want to get eyes on that one."

"What were you doing?" Sam asked, tired of the merry-go-round of nothing.

"I was trying to take out an old science lab. I underestimated how busy it would be." He grimaced and put a hand to his mouth. "Really, underestimated it."

Sam passed over a box of tissues and Bucky spit blood into a fistful of them before putting the box on the beside table.

"Anyway, it'll probably be scrapped by the time your team checks it out, but someone needs to go knock it down afterwards. It had been abandoned once and they came back."

"Like wasps to a nest," Sam agreed. He stared at the box of tissues instead of Bucky's ashen face and asked, "Why did you come here? This base is nowhere near here. There must've been a hundred other places you could've recouped at."

Bucky put one foot out until it rested against Sam's. "I had to remind myself I couldn't leave yet," he said. "It was dicey for a while."

A wave of mottled emotion crashed over Sam all at once, pulling him into the rip current and not letting him back up. He could feel it in his lungs and behind his eyes and stinging his nose. A relentless torrent trying to drown him. Succeeding, if the pressure in his chest and up his throat was anything to go by.

He started to stand, to seek privacy, to grapple with something pithy to say as he left, but Bucky grabbed his wrist before he could.

"I'm not leaving," he promised again, as serious and immovable as a cliff face.

"Okay," Sam agreed, nodding. Let the current drag him under.

. . .

After the battle, after the fallout, the funeral, the time jumping, the machinery, the lake house, after even Steve Rogers had left, Sam sat on the large, lovely balcony of Intermediary House Number Four: the one for people who should be on the Raft, and passed a cigarette back and forth with Bucky, who was sitting beside him. Sam didn't smoke as a habit, but, God, it had been a-week-make-that-five-years.

Bucky had dragged out the blanket from the couch, but it was wrapped entirely around Sam, while the super soldier stubbornly didn't shiver in his boxers and a tank top. Sam watched him in the moonlight, paler than usual, softer than usual. His hair was still damp from a shower and crimped just a little against his neck.

Though the balcony was beautiful, the land it looked out on wasn't anything to write home about. They could see the next house over, shadows moving behind sheer curtains. It was another intermediary house for heroes waiting on pardons and something called the GRC to put them somewhere. There was no reason for Bucky to be staring so hard at an acre of dead grass while he puffed a cigarette down to the filter without noticing.

"Did he tell you?" Sam asked. His stomach curled in on itself violently, an ouroboros of self-doubt and hurt.

"Huh?" Bucky asked, passing over the dead cigarette.

Sam stubbed it out on the balcony. "You knew, when Steve didn't come back from that last jump. You knew where he'd be. You didn't panic, like I did. Did you know what he was going to do?" Sam didn't mean for his voice to be so hard, but he could hear it even in his own ears, feel it in his jaw. He was mad at Steve, but Steve wasn't around for him to be mad at, so the blame would have to find another host.

"He mentioned it," Bucky admitted gruffly. "Said he was thinkin' 'bout it. Little shit thinks about a lot though. I didn't know if he'd do it."

Sam glared at Bucky's temple, because Bucky still wasn't looking at him. "And you didn't think to mention it to me? Why didn't he tell me?"

Bucky shrugged and then chewed on his lower lip. "I don't know. He's an asshole. He wasn't thinking straight."

Sam watched Bucky worry a piece of chapped skin on his lip, then the snake in his belly curled tighter. "Oh my God, did he ask you to go with him?" he asked.

Bucky nodded, still studying the boring suburban yard like it was Versailles.

"Why didn't you?"

Because everyone left. It would only make sense that he'd lose both of them back to time. Both going in one blow would hurt less.

"Why the hell would I do that?" Bucky asked, finally turning to look at him. His eyes flashes, bright and dangerous. "Everything I want is right here. You think I wanna go back to the 40s? You think I wanna know you exist but never be able to look at you or talk to you or hold you again? You think I could ever be happy like that? Knowing all of this," he said, voice getting louder and louder with each new thought, arm throwing wide to gesture to the whole world, "living through what I lived through, knowing you? You think I could ever be happy without you again?"

Sam blinked at him, at a loss for words. There were plenty sitting in his chest, but none in his mouth.

"Steve went chasing love," Bucky added, suddenly quiet again. "I chose that option too. I just didn't have to run so far." He stood then, fluid and fast so that Sam barely noticed until Bucky was leaning over to kiss the crown of his head. "I told you I wasn't leaving. I'm not going to start now.

"But I am gonna go to sleep. Don't leave my lighter sitting out all night," he warned as he let himself in through the sliding door, leaving it open behind him.

With a sigh, Sam grabbed another cigarette and stared at the same spot Bucky had been memorizing.

. . .

There was six months when Sam didn't believe Bucky. Six months of radio silence. Six months of the occasional ping on his news tracker that picked up an old HYDRA name that had turned up dead or in handcuffs or, once, hanging by one ankle off of a bridge, waiting for authorities. Six months of double checking that Bucky was doing his stupid pardon check-ins.

Six whole months of nothing but speculation on what Bucky was doing and if he was even alive until he showed up in person in a private hangar, bothering Sam about something Sam had asked his opinion on and been ignored for. Six months of silence and suddenly Bucky was attached to his hip like they were glued together. Jumping out of airplanes, flying under semis, bouncing around Europe again like it was 2015 all over.

When he followed Sam to Louisiana, Sam wasn't sure if he was surprised or not. When he came back to Louisiana from New York, Sam figured he wasn't getting rid of the guy any time soon. Louisiana had that affect. Good food and better company and a little bit of quiet.

Bucky put in the work to make up for those silent six months. He ingratiated himself to the Wilsons, and all of Delacroix, until one day when Sam got back from a weekend trip up to DC for Cap stuff and found Bucky with bags packed in Sarah's living room.

Sam's stomach went out from under him, painful and poisonous. Every muscles in his body tightened, getting ready for the hit, trying to pre-emptively take some of the sting away.

"You get bored while I was gone?" he asked stiffly, stalking to the kitchen to pull out a sparkling water.

"Yeah, kind of," Bucky admitted. "The boys were at a friend's house all weekend and Sarah said I was getting in the way at the foodbank. I'd already fixed the front porch steps, so I wasn't sure what else to do without permission."

The hair on the back of Sam's neck rose and he felt an angry flush rush over his cheeks and into his hairline. "So you're leaving? Just because you had to sit and relax for a few days?"

Bucky sounded amused when he spoke again, after a measured weight. "Sammy, turn around, will ya'? Just humor me, alright?"

Sam did, holding the glass bottle tight enough to worry himself. "Why? So I can see you walk away?"

Bucky even looked amused, the smug bastard. "Well, I'm a sight to watch leave," he agreed. "But I was kinda hopin' you'd come with me, actually."

Then he raised his hand and a set of keys dangled off of his middle finger. Sam stared at them for a few seconds.

"You got your own place?" he asked in confusion. "Down here?"

"No," Bucky corrected slowly. "We're renting a place. Just for now."

"What?" Sam asked, train of thought derailing into a forest and sinking to the bottom of a lake.

"Come on, sweetheart. You didn't forget about us looking at a thousand listings for three weeks straight."

"That wasn't... We weren't... I thought..." Sam's jaw tightened and he glared at Bucky, but it only lasted a few seconds. "You chose one?"

"Well, you weren't going to," Bucky supposed. "Besides, it's my name on the lease, so if you don't like it, it won't affect your credit any."

"Which one?" Sam asked.

"That one we saw on the app first. I talked to the owners. Dropped your name. They were willing to rent it to us long term. I mean, it's a year lease, but that's better than reupping every month, y'know. It's right down the road. Two roads up and one over."

"Yeah," Sam said a little numbly. "I remember. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you, I got bored. You're the opposite of my impulse control. As soon as I'm thinking about you, I do stupid shit."

"You could've called me."

"I did call you. You didn't answer."

And, yeah, now that Sam had said that out loud, he did remember ignoring a handful of Bucky's calls because Bucky had the uncanny ability to call five minutes into every meeting Sam ever walked into. Even the unscheduled ones.

"Why?" he asked. "Why did you do this? Why did you put it in your name?"

"Sweetheart, one day you'll believe me. I'm not leaving."

Sam forced away the knot of tears trying to climb his throat. Louisiana was always home. This house was home. But having a place to call his own was its own kind of special. And Bucky had made sure it happened because Sam had spiraled about it a few weeks ago.

"Can we go right now?" he asked.

Bucky grinned at him and held out Sam's go-bag. "It's all ours," he promised.

. . .

It was storming outside. The kind of summer storm that was full of electricity and thunder trying to rend the sky apart and inescapable rain coming from every direction and humidity that fed all of it.

Luckily, Sam was inside and the windows were all shut and he had a warm drink beside him, so he could appreciate the storm through the patio doors without feeling any of its affects.

Bucky was beside him, half watching the storm and mostly fiddling with something in his lap. It had been an old timepiece earlier that someone who knew someone who knew someone in New York had sent him. Allegedly it belonged to some part of the Barnes family, but there'd been no provenance note to accompany it. He'd been tinkering with it for days because "if it's what I think it is, Sammy, there's a false back here somewhere. I just don't remember how to open it."

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Bucky asked suddenly, words corresponding to a thunder clap outside and making Sam jump. Bucky rubbed his lower back gently.

"Yeah, 'course," Sam said as he turned to face Bucky instead of the door. "Only if I know the answer, though."

Bucky smiled and it was a soft, hesitant kind of thing that instantly had Sam's attention. Bucky was very rarely hesitant with him anymore. In fact, there was a whole entire blush on his cheeks and his pulse point was jumping beneath the skin of his neck. He was barely keeping his eyes on Sam.

"A long time ago, you told me to promise to leave before you got attached."

Bucky reminded him every few months. He wasn't likely to forget. "Was that the question?" he asked carefully.

"Have you gotten attached yet?" he asked nervously.

Sam put his hand against Bucky's cheek to keep him from dipping his head like a bird watering toy. "Yeah, pretty sure we passed that one a while ago," he said. "I'd say I'm inextricably linked to you now, Buck."

Bucky smiled, still hesitant, but grateful now. "Alright, then can you promise me something?"

His cheek flushed even warmer under Sam's hand. "Yeah, sweetheart," he said. "I can promise you lots."

Bucky fiddled in his pocket and Sam thought, just for a second, this all had something to do with that pocket watch for some reason. "Can you promise not to leave either? To let me love you for the rest of our lives? Stay tangled up with me, Sam. I don't want to sort this knot out. Don't want to ever be unlinked again."

It wasn't the pocketwatch in his hand. It was a gold band, a little worse for wear, old and scuffed, but solid.

"Sorry," he said, sheepish, when Sam just kept looking at it. "I just got it open and I didn't have a polishing cloth. I'll clean it. You don't have to--"

Sam nearly smacked his hand over Bucky's. Losing the ring that way would have been embarrassing. "Of course I want to love you for the rest of our lives," he said. "And I want you to put that ring on my hand right now, as is."

Finally, he was graced by one of Bucky's wide, sure, happy smiles. The kind that made his eyes crinkle and brighten. "Really?" he asked, even as he held Sam's hand still (it was Bucky's hand that was shaking anyway) and slid the ring on his finger. He brought Sam's hand up to his mouth to kiss his knuckles reverently and then pressed Sam's fingers to the space between his eyes, head bowed as quiet tears fell down his cheeks.

Sam gently urged his face upwards again and leaned forward to kiss him, feeling the waves of emotion dance over Bucky's face as he shuddered in a breath and tried to control himself. Wet eyelashes fluttered against Sam's kind. His nose scrunched up as he tried not to really cry. Cheeks quivered beneath Sam's hand.

"Baby, why are you crying?" Sam laughed softly. "I said yes, didn't I? I meant to."

Bucky tried to chuckle too, but it got punctured by a quiet, killed sob. "I've waited so long to be in love and I can't believe it all led me to you. When I saw that watch, I remembered how it felt to be sixteen and begging to know who I'd love enough to put that ring on for. And it's you. Everything was leading to you and it's all so impossible that I did find you. I'm not ever leaving, Sam. I'll tell you every day, if you need it. I'm staying right here."

Sam leaned forward to pull Bucky to him, hugging him tightly until Bucky sagged against him and held on too. "I know," he breathed against Bucky's neck. "I'm not leaving either."

Maybe not everyone left.

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wenellyb · 2 months ago

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I feel like Thunderbolts will be the making or the breaking of Sambucky, because the writers will have to spell out what Sam and Bucky are to each other.

They have been tiptoeing around it for almost 5 years and have tried to leave things open to interpretation, but after 1 TV show and 2 movies they'll eventually have to be more explicit and either confirm that Sam and Bucky are indeed romantically involved or show that that their relationship is platonic.

If it's the latter, they'll have to be intentional about it.... No more longing looks like in Avengers: Endgame, no more staring at a sunset together like in TFATWS, and no more saying I love you Buddy like in Captain America: Brave New World.

They'll have to actually show it.

I personally thought Sam would have a love interest in Cap 4, but since it didn't happen, they have to do something in Thunderbolts.

Either give a love interest to Bucky in Thunderbolts (very unlikely) or hint at Sam having a love interest.

No matter what happens, Sambucky shippers will keep shipping the ship, but I feel soon we'll know for sure what's up with these two.

The writers can only keep giving hints up to a certain point, they'll have to make a decision at some point.

#the Sambucky ship is 11 years old... it's time for some answers 😊#we shippers will still be there anyway #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america brave new world #brave new world spoilers

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usoppshoneydew · 18 days ago

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"Loopy And Lovely” Joaquin Torres x reader🛬🛬🛬

S: After an extreme injury during an op, Joaquin stays with you while you go loopy from blood loss, but blood isn't the only thing you spill.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Black!F!reader

Tw: Injury/mentions of blood/angst/happy ending/ hinted sambucky

Wc: 5.6k

Notes: This might be a little wordy; This is proofread, but there might still be mistakes🛬🛬🛬

*Shliiick!*

Dammit, that can't be good. You know that's not good. Your face cringes as your body finishes its ride past whatever sharp object that had been protruding out of the wall, and then you continue your chase. Your eyes are glued to the black bomber jacket a few feet in front of you when your comm quickly comes to life against your ear.

“That didn't sound good! You alright?!” Joaquin’s voice huffs in your ear for the first time since you both were forced to split up.

“How had he heard that?” Is the first thought that comes to mind while you hop across the rusted,tin barrels pushed over in front of you. Though it's possible you may have made some kind of noise when your side was sliced through. At least that's what feels like might've happened. You haven't actually had the chance to look yet. You don't answer Joaquin right away, instead expelling your energy into finally catching the jerk in front of you and quickly disarming them of the blade they were swinging around with inexperience. The suspect is tied and waiting patiently, or unconsciously, when your comm starts up again.

“Y/n! Hey! You alright!?” Joaquin's voice comes through with more urgency, startling you slightly. You lean your back against a wall in the hallway you'd been led to, a sizable piece of the suspects jacket being held over your own shirt.

“I'm alright! I'm alright, Joaquin! I'm alright.” You finally answer him, your voice tapering off into an exhausted sigh. You slide down the wall slowly, and your torso bends once you get closer to the floor, making you wince. Whatever rush of adrenaline from the chase that was keeping the pain at bay is gone now. It only gets worse when you actually plop onto the ground.

“Ugh.” you simper quietly before wincing again, only this time it's because you know Joaquin’s perceptive ears caught it.

“That doesn't sound alright!” He answers the sound quickly, his voice broken by what you guess are his steps. He must be running. Sam must've caught the disturbance too, because his voice comes through your earpiece next.

“What's going on you two!? Talk to me!” He questions the both of you in a stern voice, the way he always does when your and Joaquin's conversations over the comms are anything other than childish banter. You roll your eyes a little, embarrassment and shame creeping up on you like an uncomfortable sweat.

“ Everything is alright for now. The straggler that dipped is restrained and pliant. I got cut in the pursuit, though. Snagged on something in the wall.” You report with regret. You can't say anything else before Joaquin is back on the line, though.

“How is that alright!?” His voice booms in your ear, making you flinch, likely making Sam cringe too.

“Alright let's calm down! Y/n what's your location!?” He asks, his voice somehow still lower than Joaquin's even though he's the one fighting against the air flow around him. You use as little effort as possible to take in your surroundings. You remember that the suspect took off towards the right of the compound when you left to chase them. You're pretty sure you're still on that side.

“Uh, I followed them to the east wing, next to the perimeter of the compound. I'm on the wall in a hallway outside the building. Should be visible to anyone coming from our starting point.” You report with strain. Talking is starting to feel exhausting and you're getting tired of doing it. You hear a clicking sound and a robotic chirp.

“Gotcha! Sending medical as we speak! Redwing’s gonna lead em, so they'll get there quicker! Just stay awake alright!?” Sam directs you. You glance down at the black cloth in your hand, and even though it's difficult, you can see the darker portion growing mighty big.

“Copy.” You sigh and lean over onto a crate that's conveniently sitting beside you.

“Alright. Joaquin-?” Sam starts before immediately being cut off by the man in question.

“On it!” He finishes, his voice broken up again, and you know he's running to your location. You close your eyes as those feelings rear their heads again. You could just be light-headed from the blood loss, though.

You sit quietly in the cool shade provided by the wall, waiting for either Joaquin or medical to arrive. In the air above you birds chirp, and somewhere in the woods beside the compound, you can hear other wildlife completely oblivious of the janky place next to them.

Sighing in irritation, you rest your head against the wall. This is ridiculous. The mission was only supposed to be a quick check of an abandoned warehouse. It was anticipated that there might be a few stragglers, but what you all didn't anticipate was for there to be so many of them or that they'd be waiting to ambush you. Fortunately, Sam was able to take care of the most dangerous of the threats, but a few split off from the group with the files you were looking for, which of course meant that you and Joaquin were responsible for catching them. Now you're sitting here bleeding, inconveniencing your entire team. What's worse is the one you apprehended didn't even have the files. You're still resting with your eyes closed when you hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. You know who you're expecting, but you still pull a blade out of your thigh holster.

“Y/n! Hey!” Joaquin's voice rings out, and your stiff posture relaxes. You lean forward, squinting in pain as you do, and peek out of the hallway. Past the rubble and assortment of discarded items, you can see your partner searching the area for you. His eyes meet yours right as you call for him.

“I'm over here!” You shout, the best you can anyway, while Joaquin starts making his way over to you. He has to dodge and avoid the same things you did, and by the time he's within a few feet of you, he's cursing, irritated.

“Shit, they probably led you this way on purpose. Like a place rigged with booby traps.” He sighs as he finally trots up to you. Your eyes glance away with a small nod. That makes sense. There were a number of inconveniences on the way here, each debilitating if you got caught on one. You had managed to avoid them all until, well, you hadn't. Joaquin squats down next to you, and gently puts his hand over yours, his eyes scanning your side. You haven't looked at it in a few minutes but you imagine it looks pretty bad.

“They probably didn't expect you to keep running after you got snagged on one though.” He huffs with a laugh tinting the edges. The look he's giving you is a mix between impressed and ‘you dumbass’, an expression that's usually on Sam's face thanks to one of you. You manage to keep from smiling, the feeling tickling your cheeks a bit, and instead shake your head lightly.

“Like you wouldn't have done the same thing.” You defend yourself but your voice comes out just a smidge softer than earlier. Joaquin must notice, because he doesn't respond with a quip like he usually would.

“Here, let's get you on your back.” He starts anxiously, quickly sliding his arms behind your back and under your knees.

“ Excuse me?” You tease with an accusatory frown. Joaquin really must be out of it because he looks at you for a second before computing what you'd just said and rolling his eyes.

“Shut up.” he laughs, making you smile, and you both get back to the task at hand. You do your best to help Joaquin lay you down, doing what you can to make as few noises as possible. It was getting difficult to pretend your side wasn't aching though. Sitting still had actually made the area feel worse, sore even, but what else could you have done? You just hold the jacket tight to your waist while Joaquin finishes sliding you onto your back.

“Ok um-. Let's get some layers on you. Y'know, so your body temperature doesn't drop too much.” The Falcon mutters after thinking for a second, and then strips off his jacket. You trace his arms with your eyes until Joaquin's meet yours. Ofcourse, you glance away smoothly before blinking and squeezing your eyes shut for a second. That was odd. Why'd you let him catch you like that?

“Wait, wait. How much blood do you think I've lost?” you ask while Joaquin is draping his jacket over you. A pleasant scent immediately brushes your face, and you realize there's cologne on his jacket. Who takes the time to spritz on some cologne before going on a mission? Joaquin hums and folds up a section of cloth over your side to assess the damage.

“Um- looks like you've lost a liter? Maybe a liter and a half? You're still cognizant so maybe a liter.” he guesses. He can't really tell, he's not a medic, but the amount of blood soaking your shirt is enough to make anyone nervous. Your eyes scan the concerned expression on his face. You hate it when his brows crease like that, all pinched and worried. It didn't look right on a face that was always smiling. Joaquin looks best when he's goofing off and getting on everyone's nerves.

“Your smile is so pretty.” You sigh softly, and Joaquin's face darts up from where it's angled towards your side. He glances over at you with big, searching eyes.

“Huh?” He asks you, like he's checking to see if you said that by accident. Instead of shying away like you did earlier though, you hold his gaze.

“You look handsome when you smile.” you reiterate calmly, and just blink at him as if random compliments that aren't disguised with banter, are normal for you two. Joaquin blinks with his mouth parted slightly, before dropping his head sheepishly, trying to hide the red beginning to tint his face. You notice it though, and think about running your thumb over the apples of his cheeks. You wonder if they'll be warm.

“Wha- what are you talking about?” He asks with an amused puff of air. This was a pretty handsome look too, you think. Confusion with a mix of something. Fondness? You can't pinpoint it right now, opting to trace the shape of his jaw with your eyes instead. Joaquin watches your attention float elsewhere, so he brushes your comment off and goes back to assessing your side, even if it is a little embarrassing that it's still his body that's distracted you.

“Anyway, Sam and the medical team should be here soon-.” He starts before pausing when he feels your hand touching his arm. Well, caressing was more like it, with your fingertips just barely grazing under the sleeve of his shirt.

“I love when you wear shirts like this. Makes me want to take a bite out of you.” Your thoughts continue to come out unfiltered. Joaquin watches as your eyes run over his forearms and biceps. You've got a nice little angle while laying on the ground and you lazily take advantage of it. For as long as you've known him, outside of his tactical gear, Joaquin likes to wear shirts that hug him nicely. Which isn't out of the ordinary for your team, Sam is normally busting out of his clothes, congressman barnes too, but Joaquin usually pairs his muscle tees with cute jackets and coats. It makes it that much better when he takes them off, or goes sleeveless altogether during training.

“Wha-?” He can't even finish before you cut him off.

“ Your biceps. I want to bite them.” You clarify as if he didn't already know exactly what you meant. Joaquin can't hide his blush at this point, not with the way it was flushing up to his ears.

“ Uh, I'm flattered, but let's focus on not bleeding out. ” he clears his throat quickly, allowing himself to avoid your analyzing eyes for a moment. It's not like he didn't already know that you like his arms. He's caught you looking before, and you've made little passive-aggressive comments about how he likes to wear clothes that show them off. It's because of this that he makes a habit of flexing them a little more than usual during training. At least when he knows you'll be joining Isaiah's training. That didn't mean that he was prepared to hear you say you want to straight up gnaw on them, though. His face is still cooling off when his com crackles in his ear.

“Give me an update, Joaquin! How're we doing?!” Sam's voice echoes clearly, knocking Joaquin out of his little daze. He stutters for a second, your hand still brushing up his arm, before answering.

“ Well, she's still awake! Might be a little confused though, she's acting differently than usual-” He starts to report before you hum in thought, your eyes squinting.

“ I wouldn't actually sink my teeth in. Maybe. Not unless you want me to. That'd be sexy.” You continue to speak your mind right into your ear piece before sighing deeply as if you were distressed by the thought. Joaquin winces and hopes that your voice was too hushed for Sam to hear. There's nothing but the sound of rushing wind for a second before Sam speaks up.

“ Yeah, she definitely sounds confused! Especially if she thinks that you of all people are sexy! All the things we've seen!” He answers back, and again, you look off and nod your head in agreement. You've seen some of Joaquin's most embarrassing moments. Like the time with his wings and the mishap with his pants. That didn't mean you didn't find him sexy though. You've always felt that way. You're just saying it now for some reason. The Falcon doesn't miss the dig thrown at him and frowns.

“Hey-!” He starts, but Sam quickly butts back in with more important news.

“Medical is 3 minutes out! Hang in there you two!” Sam reports and successfully distracts Joaquin with the news. While the guys talk, you blink a few times before clenching your eyes shut and opening them again.

“ Hey, would you-?” He starts to say while gently pulling your ticklish fingers away from his skin, but stops when you call his name softly. Your hand clenched around his sleeve.

“It's getting hard to see.” You mumble, blurred waves lining the edges of anything you try and look at. The air stills between you two and somehow you couldn't even hear the birds and wildlife from before. Joaquin feels his breath start to thin and his chest start to rise and fall quicker. Suddenly all the blood soaking your shirt and now his jacket, felt no different than if it were staining the concrete beneath you. Hurriedly, he clicks his comm back on.

“Sam! Where's medical man?! We've got to hurry-!” He rushes to say until you place your hand over his, the one applying pressure to your side.

“We have the worst timing huh?” You whisper with a sad quirk of your lips. Joaquin pauses to search your eyes in confusion before his eyebrows slowly start to turn up in the middle. Any brain fog you felt earlier has cleared away suddenly, and that realization is actually scarier, because it feels like it's for a reason. You take a deep breath and roll your eyes with a small shake of your head.

“That night in the office.” You start, your voice already shuddering. Joaquin immediately shakes his head.

“ Come on, don't. Don't waste- just focus on staying awake.” He stutters trying to get you to concentrate. He sees it, the way your eyelids flutter like your lashes are getting too heavy for them. His attempt to distract you doesn't work though and you just look at him longingly.

“We always do this.” You sigh shallowly. The two of you always do this. Save what you really want to say until a dire situation where it's likely you won't have another chance.

The first one to do it was Joaquin. The same situation, a mission gone bad, but you were the one panicking as Joaquin was fading out of consciousness, that pretty face of his in your hand. He'd told you he loved you, left it in the air, then fallen under, likely thinking it'd be the last time he saw you. He'd made it, but neither one of you brought it back up. Not in the hospital when Sam had to keep you from jumping him the moment he opened his eyes, and not for months after either. You'd had a chance to talk about it recently. You and Joaquin were alone in the office, Sam having gone home for the night, and Joaquin had leaned in to kiss you. You'd shied away then, but now any and every excuse you came up with back then for why it wouldn't work felt unimportant. Now a part of you wished you had the conversation then, and that same part prays that you'll have another chance to waste time. To take advantage of the fact that you pulled through, to procrastinate like before.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Joaquin's voice finally computes even though you've been gazing at him this whole time. His face is pinched up in fear, because your eyes had started to flutter shut while you were lost in thought. It still doesn't look right. You feel tears burn behind your eyes as your sight starts to darken and blur around the corners.

“I wish I had kissed you.” You whisper miserably before your strength leaves you and things fade to black.

“Y/n-!”

“We're over here!”

“Hang in there y/n, hold on!”

You hear their voices, but you can't answer them.

***

Your eyes blink open lazily. Breathing slowly through your nose, you stare up at the tiled roof in front of you. After a second, you tilt your head down and take in your surroundings. You're in a bed, white covers over you. You're in a room, a classy one with multiple chairs that look comfortable but likely aren't, and a table in the corner. There's a coffee machine and a microwave next to it. Turning your head left, you notice the machines making the beeping sounds that have been somewhere in the back of your mind for a while now. After a moment, you finally turn your head right, and there in front of the Auburn curtains blowing from the open window is Joaquin. He's sleeping quietly in a chair by your bed, but he has your hand in his. It's then that you see the IV attached to you.

“Oh. I'm in the hospital.” You whisper, your voice not nearly as hoarse as you'd think it'd be. For a moment when you saw that angel sleeping by the window, you thought you were in heaven. Said Angel breathes deeply before settling back into his very uncomfortable looking position. You smile slightly, your lips feeling less chapped than they should. You want to let him sleep, but there's a slight pinch in his eyebrows, like he's not sleeping peacefully, so you gently shake the hand that's in yours.

“Joaquin.” You call with another gentle shake of his hand, and as if he was waiting, just barely awake, he stirs. His eyes blink open, and he sighs tiredly before he finally glances at you. You watch him jump lightly as if he hadn't expected you to be looking at him even though he'd heard your voice.

“Oh my God. Y/n?” He asks groggily while sitting up in his seat like maybe he didn't believe you were actually up, even less that you'd spoken to him. Your smile widens a little.

“Hey.” You greet him kind of sheepishly. He was looking at you like he'd seen a ghost, or maybe an angel. Joaquin's eyes get bigger while he finally accepts what he's seeing. He quickly leans towards you and wraps his other hand around yours too, careful to watch out for your IV.

“Oh shit you're actually awake! How do you feel!? Do you want some water?” He quickly asks you, his eyes searching your face. Water sounded nice, but all you wanted to do was talk to him now, figure out what's going on.

“I'm alright.” You laugh quietly, and Joaquin visibly relaxes at the sound. He scoots his chair up so he can sit closer to you.

“ I thought I was dreaming for a minute.” he breathes, a laugh barely present in it, but it's welcome anyway. You brush your thumb over his hand, and he glances down at the action.

“I thought I was too, especially when-.” You begin to say before pausing. Joaquin looks at you expectantly, but you just falter, not really having the courage to say that for a moment when you woke up and noticed him, you saw all you wanted. There was no humor to back you up, so anything you said right now would be so raw and vulnerable that you bite your tongue. You hold his gaze for a second longer before turning back to the room.

“-I saw this fancy ass room.” You finish and Joaquin pauses before bursting out laughing, the sound easily returning air back to your lungs. The charged tension disappeared with his smile.

“Yeah, Sam really got you the hook-up. He wasn't messing around.” He agrees while looking around the place. You hum in response to the new knowledge. Sam knows how much you hate hospital settings, so you suspect that's why he got you such a homey room. Theres even a few plants hanging by the window. The thought warms your heart.

“How long was I out?” You ask finally, bringing Joaquin's attention back to your face. He hesitates for a moment before shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Two days.” He answers and you wince. That's a long time to wait for someone to wake up, especially for Joaquin, who was with you when you'd faded out. You look up to respond to him when another voice enters the room.

“Well, look who's finally decided to grace us with her presence!” Sam says with a teasing smile once he walks into view. He's got a phone in one hand and a tempting looking plastic bag in the other. The smell of food hardly makes its way to your bed before your stomach starts to growl quietly. Sam follows your gaze and immediately sucks his teeth.

“ Just woke up and already looking for somebody else's food. This is Joaquin's.” He quickly clears up whatever ideas you had and sets the bag on the table. You suck your teeth next with a small pout. You know Carne asada fries when you smell them and nothing sounds better than that right now. Joaquin gives you a pitying look when he notices it, but there's no disguising the adoration there. Sam notices your expression too and rolls his eyes with a small smile.

“Don't fret, we'll get you something once the doctor gives the ok.” He reassures you while sitting down in one of the plush seats. Joaquin nods but doesn't reach for his food, instead just reclining back in his own seat next to you.

“ Yeah we'll have too. We know first hand how you get when you're hungry. And after two days?” He starts with a slow shake of his head and an exaggerated whistle, like the thought was oh so troubling, and Sam hums in agreement. You feel your nose flair slightly as you suppress a laugh.

“Hey hey, don't make me get out of this bed.” You warn, shooting heatless glares at both of them, and you hardly get the words out before the three of you burst out laughing. Once the giggles subside, you finally settle down and look at Sam.

“But seriously, sorry for putting you through so much trouble -.” You start until Sam shakes his head with a wave of his hand.

“Come on now, you know that's not what I care about. Besides, I didn't do the hard part.” Sam immediately shushes you, like he always does whenever you or Joaquin end up a little worse for wear after a mission. He then makes a point to shoot a small nod towards Joaquin. You follow his gaze, and you look at the falcon, who's suddenly very busy with something out the window. The tips of his ears look a little warmer than usual, though, and you move to say something when a doctor walks in.

“It's good to see you in such high spirits!” The woman greets you the moment you walk in, likely referencing the laughter from a second ago. The next few minutes consist of the doctor informing you that your blood levels are stable, the things you'd have to do once you got home, and what happened after you blacked out. Apparently you'd lost so much blood so quickly because your heart beat was accelerated, a result of the chase you continued to engage in.

“You're a lucky lady miss y/n. Friends that care, a boyfriend doting on you so carefully. He did a better job looking after you than we did these past two days.” The doctor suddenly brings up while removing the IV from your hand. Your mind shifts from how you can eat solid food now and instead snaps to her. You think about what Sam said earlier, and how your lips weren't chapped when you woke up. They should've been after two days. Your “boyfriend” jumps to correct her, the tips of his ears actually red now, but you quickly butt in ahead of him.

“He did?” You ask, making a point not to correct her, and you know Joaquin is going to bring that up the moment you're alone. You find yourself getting more and more prepared for that conversation, though. She nods enthusiastically while a few nurses take away the things you no longer need.

“Absolutely! He got the rubble out of your hair, put a hair scarf on. Whenever we were done cleaning you up, he applied chapstick to your lips and applied your favorite moisturizer on your face.” She recalls while you listen in awe. Sam nods in agreement from across the room.

“ The hard part was getting him to take care of himself. The man forgot sleep and food existed for a minute when it came to checking on you.” Sam reveals with a fond shake of his head,and you glance over at the food beside him. Joaquin had been asleep in that uncomfortable looking chair when you'd woken up too. You silently look to him for confirmation, and he meets your eyes before blushing hotter and shrugging.

“ Yeah, well! It was nothing you wouldn't have done for me.” He starts with his voice softening at the end as he risks it and meets your eyes. You gasp soundlessly, and the way you stop to look at one another lets Sam know it's time for everyone else in the room to leave. He sends the doctor a polite smile before standing up himself.

“Welp! Senator Barnes will be relieved to know you've woken up. Was just on the phone with him before I walked in.” Sam sighs loudly, belatedly drawing yours and Joaquin's attention away from each other, while he makes his way to the door. You frown slightly, confused.

“You told Mr. Barnes?” You ask as you watch Sam leave. That was the only way you could think he would know what happened. Sam pokes his lip out with a casual shake of his head. Joaquin leans into you with his hand near his mouth.

“He listens in on Sam's comms sometimes. Just when they're away on separate missions.” He informs you quietly and gives you a suggestive bounce of his eyebrows that brings a smile to your face. Sam rolls his eyes at you two and continues, already knowing what you're insinuating.

“Anyway, he heard Joaquin freaking out and called to see what had happened. He's been calling to check on you since then.” Sam finishes and you make a sound of endearment. You had a good relationship with the man, always seeing him at Sam's house after all, but it was still lovely to know you're so cared for.

“Isaiah will be in here before you're discharged too, to bust your chops about being reckless, so be prepared for that.” He adds at the door, and you sigh with a nod of your head. That's something you have plenty of experience with. The upside is that he'll probably bring you candy, too, to soften the scolding like always. With that, Sam leaves the room while getting back on the phone with a ‘hey buck’. You sigh once you and Joaquin are finally alone, the both of you settling back into your prospective seats. You both sit in silence for a moment before you speak up.

“You can eat if you want to.” You suggest with a gesture to the food Joaquin has yet to touch. Joaquin looks up at you as if he wasn't entirely paying attention before glancing towards the table.

“Hm? Oh nah. I'm not really hungry.” He responds with a small shake of his head and you raise an eyebrow. You know that can't be true. Especially after what Sam and the doctor had said, but you know what he's waiting for. With a small sigh you sit up a little higher and angle your body towards him, wincing a little. Hearing the sound, Joaquin moves to help you, but you stop his hand. Instead you wrap yours around it and hold it in your lap.

“So you're my boyfriend now, huh?” You tease softly, referencing what the doctor had called him earlier. Joaquin looks at you before laughing, and his thumb runs across the back of your hand. He sighs and is quiet for a moment before looking back up at you.

“If you want me to be.” He answers and you know why he says it that way. After all, you've always been the one to back down and back away. Maybe you just had to toe the line between life and death , the same way Joaquin had or something. Maybe he'd felt that urgency, and that's why he'd decided to make a move. A move you'd rejected.

“I wanted to kiss you that night.” You start and the falcon's throat bobs before he nods. Yeah, he knew that. He'd suspected it at least, even without your confession before you'd passed out. You leaned in that day, close enough that he'd felt your breath brush against him, before you pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah I had a feeling.” He hums, pretending not to look too pleased with himself, making you both laugh. You're glad he's joking, dispelling the tension in the room. He's always been like that, a mood maker. It's one of the numerous reasons you loved being around him. You hum, some of that tightness in your chest gone.

“ I want to be with you.” You say. Joaquin's eyes widen, but he stays silent, letting you say what you need to.

“But back then I was thinking about our jobs and where these things always take us. And how things can turn out.” You sigh, already feeling tears start to burn, just at the thought of how scared you were when Joaquin was in your position. When you'd almost lost him that day, the fear you felt was so intense that the thought of what it'd be like if you both were together, if you were used to coming home to him every night, stole the air from your chest. You shake your head at the thought.

“And yes, it'll hurt if something happens to one of us but-. It'll hurt more if I lose my life without ever getting a chance to know what we could be like.” You finish and turn your face towards him. Joaquin is listening with bated breath, but the look in his eyes is urging you to finish your thoughts.

“ I want to be with you, and I'm not waiting for another near death experience to tell you.” You finally say and hold his gaze. Joaquin's eyes practically twinkle before he looks away and sheepishly laughs, his cheeks already firing back up. You frown but there's no heat behind it, you simply wait for him to look back at you. He sucks some air through his teeth before gazing up at you with that smile you love so much.

“Well, lucky for us. I feel the same way.” He responds before leaning into you. Your eyes flutter closed as you mirror the action, before you suddenly think of something and shove yourself backwards. Joaquin's eyes shoot open, with his lips still comically poking out.

“Come on- don't do this to me again-.” He starts to whine before you quickly cut him off by laughing loudly. He looks at you with a confused frown but still can't help but feel a smile of his own forming. Once your giggles subside, you just shake your head.

“That's not it. I just wanted to brush my teeth before our first kiss.” You explain and Joaquin pauses before rolling his eyes, making you start to laugh again.

“ Oh my gosh. I'm gonna go eat my food.” He scoffs with a smile before getting up to walk to the table.

“Wait! I want some, too!”

A/n: I've never written a oneshit over 4k words I don't think, but here we are. My first time writing for Joaquin too, but this just popped up in my head out of nowhere and happened to be the first thing I finished this month. Thanks for reading!🛬🛬🛬

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wikiangela · 2 months ago

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the moments we share stay a secret from the world

ship: sambucky rating: G words: 1.7k spoilers for captain america: brave new world

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As soon as the door closes behind Sam, he slumps against it with a groan. It’s been a long few days. He’s tired, a little bruised and broken, and all he wants is to get in bed and sleep for a week straight. He knows that’s impossible, this job being really a full-time, 24/7 thing, so he’ll take any rest he can get. If he can get to his bedroom, that is – he feels like any energy left him as soon as he stepped foot in his apartment, only now the adrenaline leaving him, worry seeping out now that he knows Joaquin is okay, and all that’s left is pure exhaustion. He could fall asleep right here, at the front door, standing up.

With a deep, heavy sigh that feels like it comes from deep in his soul, he pushes away from the door and forces his legs to take him to the bathroom. He desperately needs a hot shower first.

The walk seems to take forever, and in between the front door and the bathroom, he manages to pull out his phone and shoot a quick text that just reads ‘ur full of shit, could’ve used that serum right about now.’

He doesn’t wait for a response, he doesn’t expect one anyway. They usually text, but at this hour there’s a bigger chance the old man would call instead. He doesn’t wait for that, either. Just tosses his phone on the bed when he walks through the bedroom, then strips out of his clothes and hauls his aching body into the shower. He stands under the hot water for as long as his legs let him, letting it soothe the strained muscles, but careful of all the stitches and wounds. He’s way too used to those by now.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he finally leaves the bathroom, just a towel around his waist, dragging his feet on his way to the bed – only to see an unexpected visitor sitting at the end of it.

“Hey,” Sam says, barely even phased. As unexpected as it is to see Bucky here, it’s not all that surprising at this point. “So we don’t knock anymore?”

“I don’t.” Bucky shrugs, a hint of a smile on his face, as he leans back on his hands, eyes scanning Sam’s half naked body up and down, worry carefully hidden, visible only in his eyes, only to Sam. He looks comfortable as if he was at his own place. He’s not dressed in a suit anymore, now wearing his usual black jeans, and a leather jacket, unzipped to reveal a plain black t-shirt. Some things never change – and not all should, he looks damn good like this. Sam thinks he prefers this version. “And you don’t mind.”

“Hm, well, as long as it’s you and not someone who tries to kill me, break into my place all you want.” Sam waves his hand, walking over to his closet to grab some sweats to sleep in.

“You don’t have to get dressed on my account.” Bucky says, that flirtatious tone in his voice that Sam hates and loves at the same time.

“If you want a show, you gotta earn it,” he throws back with a grin over his shoulder, that might come off more as a grimace, with the way his whole body aches. He feels Bucky’s eyes on himself as he shamelessly drops the towel on the floor, grabs some sweatpants and puts them on.

“Eh, you don’t look so good tonight, I’ll pass.” Bucky teases, the usual humor covering up what he’s not saying, the worry and concern at all the cuts and injuries and bruises all over Sam’s body, the regret about not being there to help. “Seriously, Sam,” Bucky adds, a complete change in tone, “you look awful.”

“Wow, thanks.” Sam rolls his eyes, turning to face Bucky again. He can feel his eyes analyzing all his wounds and bruises. The stab wound in his chest stings, but he ignores it. “I’m fine, Buck. Nothing new, nothing I haven’t survived before. It comes with the job,” he shrugs, one of his shoulders protesting and he can’t hide a wince.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Bucky adds quietly, blue eyes finding Sam’s.

“Me too.” Sam sighs. “Could’ve really used that super strength of yours,” he adds, trying to keep it light. The truth is, he misses being a team, out there, on the battlefield. He’s never been more in tune with anyone, especially now. They know each other inside out, they can communicate without words, it’s like Bucky lives in his head – which isn’t untrue.

“You did amazing without it. You can do it without it, without me. You know that, right? You don’t need me.”

“Yeah,” he takes a step towards the bed, then another. “Yeah, I know. I’m doing my best.” He might not need Bucky, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want him, as a partner, as a friend, in whatever way he can. But he also knows he’s capable by himself. He has to be. Steve chose him for a reason, and he needs to stop doubting that choice, doubting whether he deserves it. It’s easier said than done, but he’s trying. He did a damn good job today, though, if he says so himself.

“I’ll always have your back.” Buck promises, and Sam knows that. If he could, he’d be there, fighting by his side. He’ll be there if Sam ever needs him.

“I know.” Sam stops in front of Bucky, whose curious eyes look him up and down again.

“How’s Torres?”

“Awake. He’ll be okay. I just-”

“Feel guilty?” Bucky guesses. He really knows Sam so well. “Sam, none of what happened was your fault. Including him.”

“I know,” he repeats with a sigh, running a hand over his face. “Hard not to feel that way sometimes.”

“Yeah.” Bucky nods, understanding better than anyone. They don’t need a lot of words, not right now. They’ll talk, debrief, and discuss everything at some point. Tonight, Sam is just so damn tired.

He climbs into Bucky’s lap, straddling him – he wishes he could say he did it without wincing in pain, but alas. Bucky’s hands immediately rest gently on his hips, gripping lightly but firmly, careful not to hurt him further. Sam knows he’s dying to examine all his wounds and make sure he’s okay, but Sam’s been to the hospital, he’s fine, he doesn’t need him to fuss.

“Now, what did I do to deserve a visit from the future congressman James Buchanan Barnes? It’s a rare sight lately. And twice in two days?” He teases. Bucky rolls his eyes. They haven’t been seeing each other as often as they’d like, both busy with their new jobs, and keeping this relationship private, but they try. Sam would rather have those few moments once in a while than none at all.

“I meant it, I missed you,” Bucky shrugs, earnest and genuine as he smiles softly. “I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“I’m fucking exhausted and beaten up, and I could sleep for a week.” Sam sighs, slumping against Bucky. Bucky’s right hand gently moves up his side, caresses his skin, mindful of his bruised and cracked ribs, until he cradles Sam’s cheek. Sam leans into the touch. “Can you stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course. I don’t have anywhere to be until morning.”

“Good.” Sam whispers, and finally presses his lips to Bucky’s, his hands finding his jacket and helping him out of it. All he wants is to fall asleep in his man’s arms right now, he wants to keep him here as long as he can, until they both need to go back to their roles and titles, and keep their personal life under wraps.

They kiss slowly, lazily, until Sam’s yawn breaks it, and Bucky chuckles, standing up with Sam still in his arms, then gently places him down on the bed – any other night, if Sam wasn’t half asleep and what feels like half-alive, it’d get him going immediately, his boyfriend’s strength always such a turn on. As it is, Sam forces his limbs to work a little bit longer to scoot up the bed and onto the pillow, then waits for Bucky to take off his jeans and join him.

He tries to wrap himself around Bucky, but he can’t breathe on his side, his ribs are not in the best state, cuts and bruises on the rest of his body are hurting. So he settles on his back, as comfortably as he can, and brings Buck as close as possible. Bucky slips his right arm under Sam’s head, the metal of the left one lightly pressing against his abdomen, as Bucky holds him.

“Can you promise me something?” Sam asks sleepily, already starting to nod off.

“What’s that?”

“Can you wake me up when you have to go, no matter what time?” He just wants to say goodbye, he doesn’t want Bucky to just disappear into the night. He could get out without waking Sam up, his stealth skills as impressive as always. But Sam wants to see him, kiss him one more time, watch him leave. Get one more second together.

“Of course, Sam. Now sleep, I’m right here.” Sam feels a soft kiss to his head.

“I love you, Buck.” Sam mutters, blinking as he tries to get one more look at his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I love you, too.” Bucky whispers with one more quick kiss to Sam’s lips.

Sam falls asleep to the sound of Bucky’s breathing, feeling his heartbeat where their chests are pressed together, familiar cool metal fingers drawing soothing patterns on his stomach. He’s out within seconds, feeling calm and safe and loved in the arms of his man, knowing that he’ll get woken up way before sunrise, and he’ll have to say goodbye to him again. That’s okay. He’ll have a busy day tomorrow, as well, back to Captain America duties, having to deal with the aftermath of… this whole mess. But for now, it’s just him and Bucky, in the quiet of the night, sleeping in one bed, like a regular couple. Maybe one day it’ll be the norm for them. If not, he’ll take what he can get.

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siancore · 10 months ago

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SamBucky | E | 2.7k | AO3

Summary: Steve doesn't deserve Sam. He doesn't want Sam as much as Bucky does. Bucky knows this, and now he will get the chance to show Sam.

Content: Anal Sex; Rimming; Tender Railing; Not Steve Rogers Friendly; Language

A/N: Written because of this conversation. Dedicated to @jemgirl86

The hushed sounds can be herd through the walls of the bathroom. Bucky thinks it sounds like Steve and Sam are having a disagreement, but he cannot be sure. Their ‘relationship’ has been tumultuous from the get-go and he has often found himself present with Steve when Sam and the former are at odds.

Bucky combs his hair and muses that Sam deserves better. Better than his friend who will not commit. Better than not being at the center of the whole entire universe. Bucky has certainly had enough of watching Steve put Sam through this farce of a relationship; he can only assume Sam has had enough, too. With a sigh, Bucky checks himself over in the mirror and then exits the bathroom, making a beeline for the common living area he shares with Steve.

There, he finds Sam sitting on the small sofa and Steve standing near the door. The tension between them is palpable. Steve looks apologetic, Sam looks annoyed.

“Everything alright?” asks Bucky of Sam.

“It’s fine, Buck,” says Steve firmly.

“Ask your friend,” Sam replies at the same time.

Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before saying, “I’m not doin’ this right now, Sam.”

“Nah, of course you’re not,” Sam replies. “You’re runnin’ off to get your dick wet somewhere else, uh?”

Steve narrows his eyes, grabs his jacket from the hanger, and says, “This thing between us ain’t that deep and you know it. You know that. Christ just grow up, Sam.”

He then walks out of the door and slams it behind him. Bucky looks from the door to Sam as Sam gets up from the sofa and rushes into the nearest bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

…..

“Sammy?” Bucky calls out as he raps gently on the door. “You okay?”

He hears some mumbling from the other side.

“Can you unlock the door, please?” he asks. “It’s my room, remember?”

There comes the sound of footfalls and then the click of the lock. Bucky turns the doorknob and pushes it open. He finds Sam standing there looking annoyed.

“You okay?” asks Bucky, reaching out to place a comforting hand to Sam’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” Sam replies, placing his hand over Bucky’s and giving it a squeeze. “I am so fucking done with Steve. He’s a dick.”

Bucky nods his head and then closes the door behind them.

“I know you’re not exclusive. I know he runs between you and Peggy. I know that’s not what you want.”

He sees the pang of hurt flash in Sam’s eyes before Sam drops his head.

“He’s not good enough for you.”

Sam looks up through his long, pretty lashes. There’s the hint of a question forming there. Bucky keeps talking.

“He doesn’t want you like I do.”

“Wh- what?”

Bucky lets out a little amused laugh and says, “Come on, Sammy. You gotta know how much I want you.”

There is a change in the air as it is suddenly filled by tension. Of all of the words Bucky has wanted to say to Sam; every confession that ends up stuck in his throat. Of all of the deep feelings swirling around inside of him. All of the late nights spent awake because he cannot shake Sam from his mind. The aching in his chest because he cannot remove Sam from his heart. There is a change in the air and they both feel it.

“Well,” asks Sam nervously, his pupils dilated. “What were you waiting for?”

“For you to give me a chance,” Bucky replies.

“A chance for what?”

“To show you how much,” he says while reaching his hand up and cupping Sam’s face.

He can feel the slight tremble as he holds Sam’s jaw. Sees how Sam’s lashes flutter against his cheeks as his eyes almost close. Can feel the heat of Sam’s breath as he ghosts his thumb over Sam’s parted lips. Feels his own heart hammering in his chest in anticipation.

“Show me,” Sam whispers softly against the pad of his thumb and Bucky almost doesn’t hear him.

“What’d you say, Baby?” he asks.

“Show me,” Sam repeats. “Show how much you want me.”

Bucky smiles, then. That is all it takes to cement in Bucky’s mind that this is going to happen. He is going to have Sam; to show him what real want feels life. He moves closer, keeping his steely gaze fixed on Sam’s.

Bucky knows what he must look like to Sam, the moment Sam’s eyes widen as he crowds his space and backs him against the wall. He must look feral with want as a look of abandon and pure lust covers his handsome face.

Sam bites his lip and Bucky’s eyes track the movement. He rubs his thumb over the spot, causing Sam to release his lip from between his teeth, just before Bucky leans in and takes Sam’s willing mouth in a kiss.

Bucky’s gluttony for Sam leads him to swipe his tongue along his lips to deepen the kiss. Sam takes it in stride, matching Bucky’s fervor as he sucks on Bucky’s eager tongue and melts into the kiss. Bucky holds Sam in place. They spend some time exploring each other’s lips before pulling apart, breathless.

Bucky cups Sam’s face and stares into his eyes before saying, “I knew you’d taste sweet.”

Sam giggles – fucking giggles – as he dips his head slightly and looks up through his lashes.

“I’m not always sweet,” says Sam as he bites his lip once more.

Bucky smiles at him and says, “I know.”

Then, he brings his lips to Sam’s jaw, pressing kisses right up to his ear, before trailing them down to his neck. Bucky’s hand slides down to the curve of his neck, his thumb resting over Sam’s pulse point, as he bites and laps at the skin there. Sam lets out a needy moan that goes straight to Bucky’s dick.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ hot, Sammy. You know that, right?” asks Bucky, scorching against Sam’s skin.

Sam’s hand comes down to cup Bucky through his sweatpants before he says, “I know you’re hot for it.”

Bucky covers Sam’s hand with his own, guiding him down the length of his hardening cock as both of their breaths hitch.

“Let me show you,” says Bucky.

Sam swallows hard and nods his head before saying, “Yeah. Yes, please.”

Their lips come crashing together in a desperate, heated kiss, as Bucky’s hands move to Sam’s ass. He lifts Sam and wraps his legs about his waist, not breaking the kiss. Sam clings to him as he carries him toward the bed and lays him down. Bucky covers Sam’s form with his own as he settles between Sam’s legs.

“You want this, right?”

“Yes, Buck. I want this. I want you.”

Bucky gives Sam’s lips one more kiss before he leans back onto his knees and then shuffles off the end of the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head, keeping his eyes locked onto Sam who mirrors him. Bucky steps out of his sweats before helping Sam to remove his pants. His eyes roam hungrily over Sam’s body and his smooth, dark skin. Sam is breathtaking. Bucky can’t look away.

“I knew it,” says Bucky as he climbs back onto the bed, placing his hand to Sam’s thigh.

“Knew what?” asks Sam, looking somewhat shyly at the other man.

Bucky leans down, presses a kiss to Sam’s thigh, and says, “I knew you’d be perfect all over.”

He kisses his way up to Sam’s abs, sucking and biting as he goes. Sam threads his fingers through Bucky’s hair and relishes in the feeling of his lips and teeth; the way his stubble drags across Sam’s skin. The way his hardness rests against Sam’s thigh. A shiver courses through Sam’s body as Bucky kisses his chest and then makes his way back up to capture his lips in another searing kiss.

“Can I fuck you?” Bucky whispers against Sam’s lips. “Wanna fuck you raw, Baby.”

Sam moans and tightens his grip on Bucky’s hair before saying, “Yes, shit yes. Do whatever you want.”

Bucky smiles against Sam’s lips before kissing him hungrily. Then, he pulls back, dragging Sam’s lip between his teeth. His hands find Sam’s hips as he flips him over onto his hands and knees. He runs his palm over Sam’s plump ass, tracing the delicious curves, admiring the stark difference of their complexions.

He cups Sam’s ass with both hands, an appreciative growl slipping from his lips as he spreads Sam’s cheeks and sees his pretty, puckered hole. He licks his thumb, presses it to Sam’s opening, and watches it pulse as if to draw Bucky in. Bucky salivates at the sight. He leans down and presses his tongue to Sam’s hole, eliciting a pleasured moan from the other man. He licks and sucks at Sam’s entrance, while reaching between his legs to take hold of his dick.

Sam curses out loud and grips the sheets as Bucky alternates between eating his ass and sucking his cock from behind. He wants to worship Sam; to revere him. He wants to show him exactly what he has been dreaming of doing for the longest time. How he has wanted to taste Sam. How he has wanted to take Sam apart.

He pulls off of Sam’s cock and gives him a few more strokes before rubbing his finger over Sam’s hole once more. He places wet kisses to Sam’s back as he reaches over him grab the lube from his nightstand. He kneels behind Sam and uncaps the lube, pouring a hefty amount onto his fingers. He takes a moment to warm up the substance before pressing the pad of his finger to Sam’s opening.

“Hmmm,” Sam moans as his hole pulses again, as if trying to pull Bucky in.

“Fuck,” says Bucky, as his cock is set harder still.

He grips hold of Sam’s hip and teases his entrance. Sam whimpers, almost pleadingly, as Bucky circles his hole. His cock leaks precum onto Bucky’s duvet as he rocks backward, trying to get Bucky to press into him.

“You want more?” asks Bucky, to which Sam moans in the affirmative.

Bucky give’s Sam’s ass a squeeze and says, “Alright. I got you, Baby.”

With that, he eases a finger inside of Sam’s tight heat. Sam is so hot. Takes his fingers so well. Bucky’s cock pulses out of jealousy. He adds another finger and begins to work Sam open. His moans urge Bucky on. The way he clenches around Bucky’s fingers spurs him forward. He curls them deftly and Sam calls out his name. Bucky almost comes then and there. Instead, he takes a deep breath and continues to finger fuck Sam’s pliant little hole.

Sam spreads his legs wider and rocks back, trying to take more of Bucky. Begging with his body and his needly little whines. It’s almost too much for the both of them. Sam, being taken care of, and Bucky, watching Sam take what he needs.

“Fuck, Baby, you’re pretty like this,” Bucky whispers, low with lust.

“More, please,” Sam manages as he fucks himself back onto Bucky’s lithe fingers. “Please, Buck.”

Bucky curls his fingers once more, eliciting another pleasured yelp from Sam, before removing them. Sam almost cries at the loss. Instead, he turns around to look at Bucky. What he sees nearly makes him pass out. The sheer want in his gaze. The darkness of his eyes. The need therein.

Bucky holds Sam’s gaze as he slicks his cock and then presses his large crown against Sam’s hole, open and willing. He places his knees behind Sam’s, pushes inside, and both of their mouths fall agape from the searing heat. Sam’s head drops to his forearms as Bucky’s eyes roll closes.

“Fuck, Sammy,” Bucky breathes as he bottoms out.

“Jesus, Buck,” Sam whimpers as he spreads his legs farther apart, pulling Bucky in deeper.

Bucky swears he sees stars as he withdraws to his hilt, and then snaps his hips forward. Both men let out deep, guttural moans as Bucky thrusts inside of Sam again and yet again. Chasing the moans that are almost drowned out by the forceful sound of damp skin smacking against damp skin. Bucky watches as his thick cock slips in and out of Sam’s pretty hole over and over for as long as he can.

He needs to see Sam’s face. He needs to see him. Bucky fucks into him a few more times with more fervor, before he pulls out, grips Sam’s hips, and rolls him to his back. Sam reaches for Bucky and pulls him down into a wet, desperate kiss. Their bodies mesh together, slick from sweat, chests heaving with each pant. Bucky slides against Sam, pressing Sam’s hardness deliciously against his firm abs. Sam moans into the kiss as he wraps his legs around Bucky’s hips. Bucky reaches between them, takes his dripping cock in his hand, and slides back inside of Sam. He kisses away their moans and begins to fuck Sam once more.

He is truly beautiful like this, Bucky finds the presence of mind to realize, as he rocks on top of Sam. As they hold one another and take their pleasure. In this moment where nothing else matters but what they are feeling.

Sam’s composure crumbles first as Bucky strikes at his spot just right. He clenches his thighs tighter, pulling Bucky deeper, and then he comes hard, with thick, white ribbons coating both of their chests and abs. Sam’s pulsing around Bucky’s cock pulls his orgasm from him. Bucky tenses a beat and then fills Sam with his seed. Both men collapse in a sweaty heap and fight to catch their breaths. Bucky kisses Sam’s damp brow as he slips his spent cock out of Sam.

After a moment, Bucky goes to get a warm, wet towel and returns to his bedroom. He finds Sam lying on his stomach with one leg bent at the knee. He’s stunning as he lies there coming down from his climax. Bucky stares a moment longer, his cock twitches at the sight of his come dribbling from out of Sam’s well-fucked hole.

“I got you,” says Bucky as he begins to clean Sam gently; Sam allows it, relishing in that feeling of being taken care of.

When Bucky is pleased with his efforts, he pats Sam’s ass and says, “Hop up a sec, let me change the covers. We made a mess.”

Sam looks at him and says, “Dude, I don’t think I can stand after that.”

Bucky lets out a little laugh, reaches out a hand, and helps Sam to his feet. He wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and stares into his eyes. They share a soft, chaste kiss before holding one another and swaying together.

…..

Later, the sheets are clean, and Sam and Bucky are spooning in the bed, sated and happy, with a movie playing on Bucky’s laptop. Bucky runs his hand up and down Sam’s arm and peppers soft little kisses to his neck.

“I meant what I said before,” says Bucky, causing Sam to pause the movie and roll over to face him.

“What?” Sam asks as he tucks Bucky’s hair behind his ear.

“Steve,” Bucky starts. “He isn’t good enough for you. You deserve better. You deserve better than to be held at arm’s length. Treated so fuckin’ casually. You deserve the world.”

Sam’s breath catches at the sincerity behind Bucky’s words. He reaches his hand down to cup Bucky’s chin, resting the pad of his thumb in the small dimple there.

“And you wanna be the one who gives it to me?” asks Sam, almost afraid of the answer.

“If you’ll let me,” Bucky whispers in reply. “Doesn’t have to be today or tomorrow. I’m not makin’ assumptions because we had sex. If you need time, I’ll wait for you until you’re ready.”

“Really?” asks Sam.

“Yes, really,” Bucky supplies in earnest. “I care about you, so fucking much.”

“I care about you, too,” says Sam before leaning in to kiss Bucky’s lips. “Will you really wait until I’m ready?”

“Yes,” Bucky promises with a kiss to Sam’s brow; a promise of a future together; a promise of care and consideration. “You are so worth it, Sammy. You are so worth the wait.”

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction

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exbex · 10 months ago

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Oooh what about SamBucky + offering the other your coat? 👀

All’s well that ends well, Bucky supposes. No casualties, no major injuries, just a couple of black eyes. Except Bucky’s will be gone by the morning, maybe midday tomorrow, and Sam’s will linger.

For all of his struggles with not feeling human, this is the one that bothers Bucky the most. Fragile isn’t a word that he would use to describe Sam, but Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from the evidence that Sam is, nonetheless, breakable.

Sam shivers, hunching in on himself just slightly. His jacket isn’t enough for the cold night. He hadn’t packed something warmer, but they hadn’t exactly planned to be out this late.

Bucky is unbuttoning his heavier coat before he even has the thought. “Take my coat Sam.”

Sam looks over at him, not breaking his stride. “Then you’ll be cold.”

“Trade me your jacket then.”

“You’ll still be cold.”

“It’s not that far to the apartment. And you’ve never lived north of D.C. Trade me.”

Sam’s expression is calculating, but he pulls off the jacket and hands it over, swapping it for Bucky’s coat.

Bucky hangs up Sam’s jacket and heads straight for the kettle, hoping that Sam will take the hint and grab the first shower. Sam heads to the bathroom without a word and Bucky leans against the kitchen counter and closes his eyes. No casualties, no major injuries, just a couple of black eyes. Bucky’s will be gone by the morning, probably, and Sam’s will linger.

The kettle clicks off, and Bucky grabs two chamomile tea bags, a mug for each of them, and watches the steam rise off of the mugs as he pours the water over the tea.

“Shower’s all warmed up.”

Bucky looks up. Sam is wearing one of Bucky’s hoodies, even though he definitely packed a couple of his own. “You wanna put some ice on that?”

“Thought you didn’t want me to be cold.” There’s no annoyance in Sam’s voice, and there’s the hint of a smirk on his face.

“I’ll warm you up again.” Bucky settles the kettle on its base.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing the shower’s warmed up for you.”

“Alright. Meet me on the sofa?”

“It’s a date.”

Bucky finishes up quickly in the shower. He pulls on a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt and heads out to the living room. His own cup of tea sits on the end table, and Sam is perched on the sofa, holding a frozen bag of mixed veg to his eye. He’s left just enough space for Bucky to slot himself in next to him, enough space that Bucky can comfortably reach his mug of tea and have Sam up against his other side.

Bucky settles next to Sam, puts his arm around him as Sam curls into his side. He picks up the mug and takes a sip. Sam pulls the frozen veg away from his face, turns his head, kisses Bucky along his jaw until Bucky meets his lips.

“Thanks for having my back tonight,” Sam murmurs.

“Always,” Bucky whispers. Something warm spreads through him, chasing the chill away.

#sambucky

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questionableratatouille00 · 10 months ago

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ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ? (ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ)

Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

Summary: How Bucky discovered that there is beauty in scary things.

Bingo Fill: ‘Free Space’ on my ‘Vacation’ card for @sambuckylibrary’s sambucky summer bingo!

Warnings: weather, anxiety, hurricane mention, storms, rain.

He had been in storms before. It rained in Brooklyn back in the forties. Heavy rain for long periods of time often meant having to take care of a sick Steve Rogers. It meant unease and worry, because sometimes even a small cold really seemed to put Steve’s body to the test.

But there was a hint of calm in storms. The constant sound of rain provided gentle background noise. Bucky liked to read by the window for this reason.

During the war, rain meant being wet and being in danger. Not a great mix. But it’s not like he remembered much of the trenches anyway, the most that came to him was torture and fear, and that only came through flashbacks.

HYDRA didn’t care what the weather was, if there was a mission he was going to complete it. He can’t remember much about his opinions on weather from that time. It doesn’t really matter, and he knows that, but he still wishes he had all his memories.

Or maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he doesn’t want to bear that cross.

Nowadays he likes storms. Or rather, he doesn’t dislike them. He’s more neutral on the topic.

So he’s indifferent when the storm outside begins to pick up. It’s not a hurricane, he’s absolutely positive of that. But it is some rough weather. Not something you’d want to be driving in, especially because of the water so close by.

Bucky stood at the window, watching the rain. Sarah kept stressing about flooding as she made sure the boys didn’t have any online homework to do.

Sam chased her around the house, trying his best to reassure her that flooding wasn’t an issue. She didn’t seem to want to listen.

“It could be a hurricane.” She huffed, her brows furrowed. “Boys, are your bedroom windows closed?” She kept rushing around gathering bottles of water. The boys weren’t even in the living room.

“Sarah, it is not a hurricane. It’s just some rain.” Sam followed behind her as she passed him water bottles. “You’re stressing yourself out.”

“It could flood. I do not have the time to deal with water damage, Sam.” She stressed. “Boys!” She called again.

“And you won’t! It’s a small storm. It’ll be cleared up by tomorrow.” Sam said. Bucky checked his watch. It was 7:45 PM. They’d had dinner earlier, Bucky and Sam and Sam’s family.

Bucky felt bad for Sarah. She obviously had some kind of weather anxiety, something that Bucky understood. Rebecca had had it, back in the forties. Back in his childhood home.

Becca, when she was real little, maybe 4-7 years old, was absolutely terrified of thunderstorms. She hated the loud noises.

Whenever she’d be woken up by a bad dream brought up from the storm, she’d race into his room. He comfort her, hold her close to his chest until she’d stopped crying, and then he’d send her back to bed.

Those hugs worked for Becca. And they worked for Steve, too. Back in the forties, Steve would get anxious like that sometimes. Bucky couldn’t ever really tell if there was a common factor between those situations, but Steve would just cling on to Bucky. And Bucky would hold him close to his chest until Steve was feeling better.

Part of him wanted to offer that to Sarah, but how the hell do you say ‘hey, do you want me, a 106 year old ex-assassin, to hug you, a young and attractive woman, really tightly’?

The answer is: you don’t. Not really. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Mustering all of his courage, he walked up behind her and wrapped her in his arms tightly, though he left space for her to get away.

She gasped and clutched at his arm for a moment before she relaxed in his arms.

“James Buchanan Barnes, what the hell are you doing?” She said after checking whether or not the boys were in the room.

And that reminded him of something. He remembered when he was a preteen boy, when his mother would say his full name when he was being ornery. She’d say Becca’s name like that, too. Rebecca Phoebe Barnes.

“It..helps.” He said vaguely, his brows furrowing in concern. “Right?”

She stood there, considering it for a moment, before nodding. “It does.” She admitted.

Bucky let go after a moment.

“Thank..you?” She seemed confused, but grateful. Bucky just smiled gently. “Worked for Steve and my sister, back in the ‘40s.”

Sam just stood there, and Bucky couldn’t tell if he was amused or concerned. Maybe a bit of both.

Once he let go, he walked back towards his boyfriend—saying that word felt odd—silently asking where he could be useful.

Sam gestured with his head towards the small kitchen drawer where they Bucky knew they kept flashlights.

He went and grabbed them, all four. One hot pink, one bright blue, one silver, and one black.

He held two in each hand as he glanced back up at the siblings.

“I think there’s some lantern-camping-lights—whatever they’re called—up in the attic. Can you two go grab them?” Sarah asked.

Sam, humoring his sister, nods. “C’mon.” He pats Bucky’s back, leading him up the stairs and to his nephews’ room.

Bucky follows him, standing in the room with Sam as Sam pulls open the door and pulls down the wooden stairs to the attic.

“I really don’t think that the power will go out, but she’s always had some nasty weather anxiety.” Sam murmured as he went up the wooden stairs. Bucky followed.

A loud boom of thunder made Sam flinch. Bucky was also startled, but not at the same level.

“Can’t say I’m a huge fan of loud noises in the sky, either.” Sam commented, unstacking some labeled plastic tubs.

Bucky nodded in sympathy, knowing what Sam was referring to. Riley.

“Can you check the camping bin?” Sam asked. Bucky nodded again, stepping around the dark attic.

“Sarah?” Sam calls, handing his sister one of the lanterns and three of the flashlights from Bucky’s hands.

In return, she hands him a small bag. Sam takes it, though it’s clear he thinks it’s pointless.

“AJ and Cass and I are gonna be in the storage room. Are you coming with me or camping out in the bathroom?” Sarah asked. Bucky looked at Sam.

“It’s fine. You go in there with the boys. Buck and I will be fine in the bathroom.” Sam decided, and Bucky nodded. Sarah seemed to be okay with this, considering the fact that she walked away. Sam led Bucky to the downstairs bathroom, which had a tub-shower in it and everything, just like the upstairs bathroom.

“She’s hella paranoid over storms. The storage room has no windows, so she always stays in there when the weather gets like this. It’s a small room, though. I doubt you wanted to be cramped up in a tiny room with no windows.”

Bucky grimaces, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m good on that.”

They sit across from each other on the bathroom floor.

“What’s in the bag?” Bucky asks after a moment.

“Water. Lots of water bottles. Some freeze dried snacks. Other snacks.” Sam begins to list as he opens the bag. “Batteries in a ziplock bag in case the flashlights or lanterns die. A walkie-talkie.”

“She packs like she’s in the army.” Bucky notes, a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah. She’s always been the more planner one. Always thinking everything out instead of just doing it.” Sam murmurs, a grin on his lips.

Then the light flickers. Bucky looks up. And then it flickers again.

And then it goes out.

“Shit,” Sam chuckles, amused, as he turns on the lantern.

Bucky shifts uneasily.

Sam looks at him, a gentle look on his face. “I promise you, everything’s fine. The house is old, the power goes out when the weather gets rough. It happens.”

Bucky nods, his knees comfortably against his chest.

“Hey,” Sam said after a second. “Listen.”

Bucky listened for whatever Sam was talking about. And all he heard was the rain.

It was a calming sound. Gentle, even as the sky roared around it. Like a flower growing in the crevice of a sharp and jagged rock.

Bucky liked the rain. This time, he was sure of it.

He gently reached for Sam’s hand. Sam took it, and much to Bucky’s surprise, didn’t make any teasing comments.

They hold hands like that for a while.

“Sam?” Bucky says after a long time.

“Yeah?” Sam glanced at him.

“Thanks for being here.” Bucky hummed.

Sam only grinned.

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

a/n: the first part of this fic was written in 2023. Because it’s technically a wip, I pray that it still fits in the bingo’s rules. However, since it was written in 2023 and finished in 2024, I’m sure there’s a discrepancy in the way I write or characterize the characters. I hope it’s not too noticeable—and if it is, my bad.

#sbsummer2024 #sambucky #sam wilson x bucky barnes #sam and bucky #winterfalcon #bucky x sam

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hornymotionalcookie · 2 months ago

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Gotta see it on a better screen, but the pandemic and shitty folks have made me paranoid about walk in theaters. Something about dark environments with few exits and me without any quickly accessible improvised weapon makes me feel trapped.

Anywho, some reflection on what I loved and didn't about Captain America Brave New World.

Spoilers below the cut.

In no particular order except fer 1 and last of things I loved

Samuel Thomas Wilson as Captain America.

Cap fight scenes. God I wish the drive in theater screens were brighter bc I feel like I missed so much detail, but he was kicking serious ass and talking excellent guff while doing so. That drop kick to Serpent's chest up outta the smoke was beyond awesome. And he looked dayum good while doing it. Plus, I liked the meanness. Folks forget this man was a highly trained combatant even without the use of his wings.

Joaquin Torres. Cute. Fine. Shit talker. Awestruck and still talking shit is like my fav. That smile. And being behind, with, and for Sam Wilson.

The. Suit. Whoo, that man looked so good and filled out that suit so well. Mmm, mmm, MMMMM.

Like they did in the show, they touched briefly on what it is to be a black man in this highly publicized position, the constant scrutiny and pressure to be more than perfect and the struggle of not being able to quit and fail those who 'fought for their seat at the table'. So many before him had to suffer, fight and die for him to even be in the rooms he's in and he doesn't take any of that for granted by always trying to be and do his best. His loyalty, morals and convictions remained untouched.

Cap's sick aerial moves against the jets and just in general. The slicing and dicing of the metal, the way he clamped down on the jet with the wings before busting the hatch open with the shield. Mmm. Yes, Cap. Beat those giant metal beast's ass, sir. And him surfing on the missle was cool af. Also, him lassoing and wrangling that unmanned jet was hot.

The confidence. Man's got a great swagger bout him and snatching the tags off of Isaiah was such a fun scene. Also, the way he stormed right on in to speak to President Temper Tantrum to get answers and advocate for his friend.

Joaquin's showboating and him having to plead with Sam to get out there and kick ass too.

The blades hidden in the wings he was throwing at folks. Woulda loved if they were magnetic too or could be called back to the wings for reuse and an unlimited arsenal.

Bucky coming through when Sam was reeling after having watched yet another friend fall. Riley, vision and now Joaquin and for each one he blamed himself though it was nowhere near on him any time. It was nice to see him come through as support only, not coming in to steal his shine in battle. The pep talk was good and I loved how that was mirrored in the end when Joaquin was gushing about how he wanted to be Sam. The I love you becoming cannon was excellent. Go Sambucky nation!

Things I didn't love, wish they weren't included or coulda been better.

Ruth, sabra, whatever the fuck was entirely pointless. The lil I've learned about the character and the actress just really made me think they included her only to create controversy. Leila Taylor could have easily been the head of security if they cared.

Speaking of, we get no confirmation that Leila was Sam's friend in the white house other than assumption. Unless I missed it. But, I don't recall a single interaction, a single sentence past between them that hinted at their past at all. Again, may have missed it. But her inclusion felt so minimal when I would have loved another character from Sam's background and hometown included to build more on his story. Especially since it's his fucking movie.

Not a single flashback? What happened to him in his ceremonial garb with the arm brace? Did I imagine that pic or is that scene lying cold and alone and unloved on some cursed editing room floor?

Isaiah Bradley yet again having to suffer to progress the story. He had to relive his trauma when unveiling his horrific story to Sam in the show. And then they brainwash and turn him into a weapon, a catalyst for some straight fuckery. The scene when Sam finally caught up to him broke my fucking heart.

Where tf was Eli Bradley? Ain't no rhyme, reason or excuse can explain away his absence, not even referenced by name, when his pops is all over the news labeled a terrorist. Ain't no way as protective as they portrayed him in the show would he just not fight like hell to show up, demanding Sam do something. Ain't. No. Way.

Them shrinking Sam's circle in his own fucking movie so they could focus on Ross and his 'redemption' shit. Great, he took accountability finally, but how many died before he did? How many suffered before he did?

Where tf was Sarah, Cass and AJ? How do you give him a family dynamic and then limit his interaction to just 2 people? Where is Sam's community?

The focus on Ross and him trynna make amends with his daughter.

Sam being back in the raft. Even if he was just a visitor, still pissed how they did him the first time. It woulda been a phone call if it were me, just saying.

Redwings go boom. 🥲

His wingpack being taking down.

Since when tf is adamantium stronger than vibranium? And wholeheartedly pissed off at that jab at Wakanda like them keeping a lockdown on that powerful a substance is wrong. Y'all was circling warships around an untapped island. They were 10000% correct in keeping that shit gatekept bc y'all power hungry fucks can't be trusted.

Not enough tiddie time. Petty in the grand scheme of dislikes, but, one scene was not enough, even if it was accompanied by a glancing Joaquin.

Isaiah buddying up with Ruth. Y'all not gone get me to like a character through Isaiah. Stop using his character for fuckery.

#sam wilson #captain america #Captain America Brave New World spoilers #cabnw spoilers #Spoilers #Movie reflection #Joaquin Torres #Isaiah Bradley #Needs more Sam Wilson #Always more Sam #Anthony did the dayum thing #Will see again

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alwaysonlineau · 2 years ago

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hi! welcome to the always online au!

for anyone who was into the hype of parkner back in late 2019/the early quarantine days, this might be a little bit familiar to you. basically, this is a social media au for marvel that i created when getting into parkner and thompsborn and when one of the main wlw ships was mj/shuri. it consisted of screenshots of (obviously fake) social media accounts (mainly twitter) of some of the marvel characters and it was mostly shitposting with a tiny hint of a plot. however, because of the mental health kick that came with quarantine, i ended up deleting the account while in a depression drop.

it’s been over 3 years and i honestly miss making this au, as it was just fun and gave me something to do, and a few days ago i realized that i still have the apps i used when i originally made this au and all of the fake tweets and messages were still on them, so… well.

basically, i decided to bring it back!

so, if you don’t remember or never saw this au when it was originally happening, you might have some questions! under the cut is a very basic q&a:

what is the always online au about?

nothing! also everything! like i said, it was entirely a shitpost account that very vaguely had a plot, but it was 100% just something i did in my free time for fun!

it’s essentially me throwing my sense of humor in a box with ships and characters that i like and then violently shaking it until something that i find funny comes out and then i would post it !!

ships and characters? which ones?

like i mentioned above, i made this during like the late 2019-2020 era of parkner hype, so, obviously, it was mainly parkner (peter parker/harley keener) BUT it also features many other marvel ships! i am going to be changing the ships up a bit to better match my current preferences. i’ll include a list of ships below this paragraph, but first, this is also going to include PLENTY of platonic/familial dynamics as well! so if you love stucky, sorry they aren’t dating in this but they are obviously besties, and there’s irondad, stuff like that, okay? i’ll try to include it all!

ships:

parkner (peter parker/harley keener)

ironhusbands (tony stark/james rhodes)

gwemj (gwen stacy/michelle jones)

peppermay (pepper potts/may parker)

sambucky (sam wilson/bucky barnes)

thompsborn (harry osborn/flash thompson)

nedbetty (ned leeds/betty brant)

thorbruce (thor/bruce banner)

and more that i will add to this list as i figure them out! suggestions are more than welcome!

characters include everyone in the above mentioned ships (obviously lol) as well as any and all marvel/mcu characters that feel relevant to include! such as:

happy hogan

shuri

t’challa

the guardians of the galaxy

matt, foggy and karen from daredevil

funny accounts for villains

norman osborn (ew)

loki (and maybe mobius? maybe include that ship too? i haven’t watched loki season 2 yet so we’ll see i guess lmao)

and more! again, i am open to suggestions!

if anyone has ideas for characters, ships, or dynamics to include, feel free to message me or send an ask!!

how often should i expect updates?

that one is kind of tricky, because i am an adult with a full time job who is also balancing hobbies and family and everything all at the same time. this is something that i’ll try to work on during my free time, and when i did this before it wasn’t hard to make updates once i figured out what i wanted to do for them, but still, my free time kind of depends on the day and the week.

i’m not going to commit to a strict schedule, but i don’t work weekends so my goal is to update every weekend! if i miss a weekend, i’ll try to get it posted during the week, and if i have a week with extra free time, i’ll do some additional posts as well.

i’ll do my best to be regular with it!!

anything else i should know?

yes! this is an ongoing creative project that i’m doing for fun, and i want it to be fun for anyone and everyone who may come across it! that means i want it to be interactive!! this is something i did before, as well.

for instance, when i was running this au in 2019/2020, someone sent an ask wanting to see harley finding out about the vulture after him and peter start dating, so i answered the ask with this:

obviously this au isn’t picking up from where the old one left off, so those tweets are not considered canon to the current always online au, BUT that’s just an example! i want people to feel free to send in asks and questions for the characters or for situations, and i will do my best to make it fit into the canon of the au!!

i think that’s it?

if anyone has any additional questions, comments, or concerns they would like me to address, feel free to send them in! i’m going to try to get the first update of this au posted today (october 17, 2023) but no promises! if not today, it WILL be up tomorrow!

once the official au is being posted, i’m also going to create a pinned post that links to this one as well as all the au updates and anything else necessary to include (like the tagging system i’m going to create and things like that) so that will be posted shortly after the first update is out! for now, thank you for reading!

i hope to see you guys always online ;)

#parkner #ironhusbands #peppermay #nedbetty #sambucky #gwemj #thorbruce #thompsborn #alwaysonlineau

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themculibrary · 10 months ago

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Established Relationships Masterlist 2

part one

all the very best of us (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky M, 14k

Summary: Being engaged is great. Actually planning a wedding though? That’s not nearly as fun. But with the help of the bird population of New York, along with Steve's unexpected but surprisingly effective assistance as a wedding planner, maybe Sam and Bucky can get to the altar with a minimum of stress.

A Perfect Match (ao3) - kickcows pepper/tony E, 10k

Summary: Tony comes home and finds a note from his lover, giving him specific instructions that he'd be a fool not to follow.

butterfly kisses (ao3) - faerialchemist sam/bucky T, 17k

Summary: “But,” Bucky continued, certain his face was only turning a deeper shade of scarlet by the second, “this is our first real trip to New Orleans together. I guess I was hoping it would be more…” He swallowed hard, staring anywhere except Sam’s eyes before muttering, “Romantic.” Because really—how romantic could a bug museum be?

Sam stared at him for a moment, and Bucky groaned the second he saw a grin tugging at his partner’s lips. “Dammit, Sam. Don’t say it—”

“You, James Barnes, are a total softie,” Sam declared, gently knocking Bucky’s shoulder.

(Or: the Sambucky date to the Audubon Insectarium no one asked for. Cue bad flirting through bug metaphors, strange facts about insects, and—if Bucky has his way—more than just a hint of romance.)

for better, for worse (ao3) - shrack loki/mobius G, 33k

Summary: Everyone knows that the new English professor, Loki Laufeyson, is married. Everyone knows that the history professor, Dr. Mobius, is married. These are two, universal truths among the student body at TVA. But nobody knows that they’re married to each other.

Free to Give (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 2k

Summary: Loki realises his lover trusts him, but he isn't sure that Anthony should.

Going to Extremes (ao3) - scottxlogan bucky/tony T, 4k

Summary: When an exceedingly hard battle puts Tony in the position to lose Bucky, he makes a choice that he fears could cause them to fall apart entirely. In Bucky's awakening, the two face the consequences of Tony's actions and what it means moving forward.

how does it feel to be alive again? (ao3) - freedvmrouge steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: It’s the dawn of a new century and they’re finally at peace. No wars to fight in and no other place to be. Steve finds Bucky sluggishly wafting through their apartment and decides that they’re due for a date. One where they’re finally free to be themselves, be like every other couple walking the streets of New York.

i don't need anything other than you (ao3) - ghoultown wanda/vision T, 51k

Summary: “Come, step into the light.” Vision pulls her close, into the yellow light, holding her hands in his. “Tell me. Do I look the same to you today?”

She makes a face, “Of course you do.”

“No, please. Please, look closer.” He bends down slightly to assist in her search. “I’ve been looking in the mirror for ten minutes. There’s something here. Something extra or something missing, I cannot tell, but i-it’s something.”

Wanda’s disposition changes. “Vis, you sound… panicked.”

“Hm?” Vision blinks. “I can’t panic.”

Vision wakes up one morning to find his memories gone. He figures there must be a logical explanation. Until there can't be.

keep my heart beating (ao3) - DarkKitty1208 tony/stephen G, 1k

Summary: The feeling hits him out of nowhere. It's been building in him since weeks ago, a sort of lump in his throat and some shortness of breath. Right now it's hitting him in full force.

Lewis County, NY (ao3) - ilovue steve/tony G 1k

Summary: This will be Tony's first Christmas tree that isn't brushing the ceiling, as a consequence of Steve and his humble beginnings stretching on into humble middles.

Tony will still have a too-tall pine tree take up the guest room.

Love is Blind (ao3) - elle1991 clint/natasha T, 14k

Summary: After a mission goes horribly wrong, Natasha Romanoff is left completely blind. Whilst SHIELD scientists desperately seek a cure, Natasha struggles to come to terms with her disability. With boyfriend Clint Barton by her side, can she come to terms with a world without sight?

Tender Loving Care For Lack of Better Titles (ao3) - AfroGohan tony/rhodey T, 1k

Summary: The crash had punched the air out of him, throat clogged with spit and smoke as he climbed from one damaged section to the next.

A dreadful paralysis crept up his arm as he swept the wreckage for survivors. Equipment failure, the pilot said as they lost altitude and plummeted into the clearing. That was all she said before impact.

He hauled what and who he could before sprawling in the grass, staring up at the mid-morning sky as the smell of gasoline met his nostrils.

Rhodey lands in the hospital. Company makes it easier.

The Gilded Machination (ao3) - NamelesslyNightlock loki/tony T, 25k

Summary: When the Norse god of mischief has taken up residence in your house, you tend to grow accustomed to a certain level of chaos. Finding strange items in the fridge is perfectly normal and Einherjar laying siege to the living room at random intervals is just an ordinary Wednesday. But lately, Loki has been disappearing for days at a time and that, at the very least, has Tony more than just a little concerned.

The Law of Entanglement (ao3) - Shortsnout tony/stephen E, 69k

Summary: The Law of Entanglement: When two particles, such as a pair of photons or electrons, become entangled, they remain connected even when separated by vast distances.

What if Stephen and Tony were in an established relationship before the Battle of New York, and when Tony took the nuke into the wormhole, he never came back?

Four years have passed, and after grieving for his fiancé, Stephen has now become a Master of the Mystic Arts. As he’s about to leave on a mission, he opens a portal and Tony falls out. Stephen knows the man he loved has been imprisoned and tortured, but he doesn’t understand why Tony keeps having visions of an alien named Thanos.

The Offering (ao3) - QuestinWitchFace sam/bucky E, 20k

Summary: When Sam invites his vampire boyfriend to come home with him for Christmas, things don’t go the way he’d hoped.

The Right Path (ao3) - tamnation clint/phil T, 28k

Summary: Phil’s alive, but he’s not waking up. When Clint’s approached on the range late at night by a woman who promises that she can help Phil, he doesn’t really have a choice. With SHIELD HQ transformed into a labyrinth of twisting tunnels and pitfalls, Clint’s only companions are his memories of Phil and a bird he found along the way. But finding Phil is harder than he thought it would be and Amora’s intentions are anything but pure.

To Walk in Another's Pawsteps (ao3) - Saracaeser bucky/tony T, 4k

Summary: “Well, hopefully it wasn’t important, because I’m not going to wear a necklace some Sorcerer Supreme-wannabe put on me,” Tony declared, lifting the long chain over his head.

“Doll, I don’t think-” Bucky didn’t get to finish his sentence before suddenly Tony wasn’t leaning against him anymore.

And the ground was a lot closer.

Trouble at Hardwick Hall (ao3) - orderlychaos clint/phil T, 54k

Summary: Before long, they were driving up the long driveway of Stark’s country estate. The manor house itself was as grand as Clint had expected. Even from the car, he could see that the sprawling building had at least two wings and several of what could only be described as turrets. “Stark never does things by halves, does he?” he said dryly.

“No, sir, he does not,” Happy answered from the front of the car.

When Phil Coulson and his associate, Clint Barton, are invited to Hardwick Hall, all they expect is a pleasant weekend in the country. Yet after witnessing a mysterious accident befall Tony Stark, they begin to realise all is not what it seems. Someone seems to be trying to kill Stark, and it's up to Phil and Clint to find out who before tragedy strikes.

Except nothing is ever that easy. When a shocking murder is discovered, Detective Inspector Sitwell is called in to help investigate. With the help of Agent Bobbi Morse, they must find the truth amongst the hidden secrets to stop the TROUBLE AT HARDWICK HALL.

Twenty-Six (ao3) - pearlofthesea loki/sylvie G, 3k

Summary: Loki makes a discovery about Sylvie, much to her embarrassment.

What I Like About You (ao3) - Inky_Blackheart peter/flash T, 15k

Summary: It turns out, Flash realizes, that there's a lot to like about Peter Parker.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #established relationship #established relationship masterlist

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wenellyb · 2 months ago

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different anon here, I’m a sambucky enthusiast but I highly doubt they will ever let them be an explicit romantic couple, at most we will get more ambiguous moments with romantic undertones and they will both remain ‘single’ or without an explicit love interest until marvel burns to the ground. but I fear they might make bucky and yelena a thing. my dream though would be to get sarah and bucky as a confirmed ship, they’d be so cute together

Hi Anon! I see your point, to me at one point we'll know what's going with Sambucky on in Thunderbolts, they'll either présent them as a more romantic or cement that they're platonic. They can only keep giving hints for so long.

I highly doubt they would make Bucky Yelena a thing but you know ... Marvel.

And yes, Bucky and Sarah would be so so cute!

The thing about the Sambucky fandom, is we're not pretty about Sam and Bucky getting into relationship with other people (it's just that it hasn't happened yet but we're open to it) we just want them to be happy

#sambucky #anon asks #bucky barnes #sam wilson

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magnificent-buckless-butt · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1

Disclaimer: unlike last time, it is not Sambucky-centric. I'll try to do it but as you'll see, the plot, well, needs the other characters.

@sambuckyhalloweenbingo

Read it on Ao3 or down below the cut.

29th of October, 2023.

A car came to a stop in front of a circular, latest-architectural-trend building, marked with a gigantic A – because why shouldn't it. A woman, well dressed, exited the car. Her hair was pitch black and brushed back, her suit and suitcase were also black with not a pinch or a hint of dust and her sunglasses were obviously black, hiding to everyone whom and where she was looking at.

She entered the building and was immediately greeted by a robotic, feminine voice.

“Welcome, Director Hill.”

“Thanks, SUNDAY. Is anyone else here already?”

The talking program didn’t miss a byte before answering, in a perfectly well-spoken manner.

“No, I’m afraid you are the first one and will remain so for an hour at minimum. Mrs Van Dyne has reported to be expected at 12pm and the others had not provided such a courtesy. Do you want me to ask them again?”

“No need. Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Maria took off her glasses, revealing deep tired eyes and face. She grabbed her suitcase which contained her PJs, a change her weapon—because why shouldn’t she have one- some other things she’d need and headed for the lift.

“I’m going to my room and take a nap. If anyone asks, I’m not here.”

“Very well. I will transmit this message.”

When the lift doors closed, the hall got left empty. Not an employee, not a superhero -or even a wannabee one. For once, the headquarters of the Avengers were completely peaceful and silent. If was supposed to remain so for two more days.

The next guest to arrive was The Wasp. And she arrived as The Wasp. She walked inside in a hurry, only letting the Pym Particles grow her back to her original size as she crossed the threshold. Her breath was short and she was sweating—like she had been running. Or fighting. She looked around.

“No one else’s here yet?” she asked at the walls and ceiling.

“No. Director Hill did arrive, however she have specified she is not to be here for the moment.”

Hope nodded. She felt like she probably wouldn’t be “here” too if the others were coming late. Her eyes were scanning her environment, taking in the entry hall: the counter before the corridor leading to the lift—there was no stairs, no need when the lift had been designed to be Hulk-size; the waiting area with a few couched, a lounge table, some potted plants and on the other side, the wide corridor leading to the council rooms and the even wider (and perfectly equipped) training room. They were gonna have some work to do...

She was taking off her bracers but as her eyes met the directionnal panel to the training room, she stopped. Took a breath. Well, if she was in her suit already, why not test the new equipment? Apparently, they were done by a young genius—the legacy of Tony Stark, they said.

Her hands still shaking due to adrenaline and stress, Hope headed for the training room.

The spy arrived at the moment she knew no one else would arrive. Of course, she knew she couldn’t be as early as Maria Hill, but just as she had guessed, Maria Hill had retired to her room. The Wasp posed an issue, especially since she had announced her time of arrival lately so the spy had little to no time to prepare (the fact she had supposedly announced it solely to the AI in charge of the HQ was not part of the equation). But she was thrilled to discover the hero had also left the main hall. As for the other ones... Well, let’s just quit it as men. Which meant she calculated she had a windows of roughly thirsty minutes before the Wasp would come back—lowest expectation.

Yelena Belova walked in, dressed in a leather, full-of-pockets black jacket, jeans, her blond hair braided, her sunglasses on, her hands deep inside her aforementioned pockets, fidgeting with a strange device that closely but not quite resembled a phone.

“Please, no word.”

The IA didn’t respond and Yelena took the lift to her assigned room—more like a royal suite as she would soon discover.

The next two were the narrator’s favorite idiots and perhaps yours too, dear reader—or they ought to be. They were flying not so high but quite rapidly nonetheless, above the Manhattan skyscrapers and one was decidedly not having the time of his life.

“Can’t you fucking go slower?” screamed Bucky so the (only actual) flying person could hear him over the sound of the wind.

“No, can’t do. It’s already 6pm and we promised we’d set up the decoration before tomorrow. And we would already be there if a certain someone had been ready on time!” screamed back Sam.

Bucky gulped as he peered beneath him. His feet and legs were freely dancing in the fucking void. With his left arm, he held on to Sam and with his right hand, he held on to his jacket to keep it closed and tight against his chest. He shook his head. Heights. Why did he fell for a guy crazy of heights? Because falling through the sky was what was gonna happen to him soon if Sam didn’t slow down!

"You said your meeting would only last to 2pm, not 4!"

"Well, I can't easily say no to the fricking President, Barnes!"

Bucky breathed out.

"Just drop that old man. He's old enough to have been my mate before the war."

Sam barely refrained from teaching him what being Captain America entailed. That would have been as unnecessary as when Bucky would tell him what Captain America entailed—for example when Sam would refuse to sign an autograph for a fan from the wrong soccer team. Better drop the subject (and not the president).

"Why weren't you ready at 2, like it was planned, anyway? And why were you out of the house?"

Bucky's voice struggled to find Sam’s ears.

"I was... looking for stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Sam shouted in case Barnes had trouble hearing him—which, well, wasn't supposed to happen, with all the supersoldier stuff and all.

"Just... stuff."

Sam took the hint and stopped talking altogether. They kept flying for a while until they finally spotted the new Avengers headquarters—in the suburbs, far from any city, like the previous one. They landed in the path of grass in front of the entrance. No one else was around. Good thing. (Sam remained nervous, though.) He gently put his hand on Bucky's arm.

"Please, about... us."

Bucky looked at his hand then his eyes slowly raised up until they met Sam's and Bucky's smile was tender when it happened.

"I'm doing what you're doing. Nothing less, nothing more, Wilson."

Sam felt a huge wave of relief. He took a step away, ready to enter the compound when he noticed how his partner had been standing straight, his arms tightened around his chest the whole time.

"What's happening?" he asked, pointing at the crossed arms. "Are you getting... cold, Barnes?"

The glare the Winter Soldier gave him would have been enough to scare off the fiercest god in the Universe but Samuel Wilson was brave.

"Not your business, Sam."

Bucky started walking towards the entrance and Sam followed, his smile never vanishing the more Bucky sulked.

When Sam and Bucky walked in, Hope was coming back from the training room. They greeted each other but quickly, Hope broke off the conversation to go take a shower and get a change from her sweaty suit. The men didn't have to wait for her long, though and on her way back, she had woken up Maria. After more small talk, they looked around at the very neat, very clean state of the building.

"Do you have some decorations ideas, yet?" asked the director of SHIELD.

"Well, I've brought Pym Particles," Hope replied.

Maria scoffed at her. Bucky and Sam weren't better. (And Bucky wasn't leaving his coat, even though the three others had each offered to put the heater up.)

"I kinda thought we'd figure it on the go," Sam said finally.

Maria didn't have time to scold him as Yelena appeared. As it turned out, she didn't have stuff or ideas either. "Not my culture" was her excuse.

"Let's hope Clint will have something," Bucky said.

Yelena flinched at the name. As he had just waited for his name to be spoken, Hawkeye got announced and a few seconds later, entered through the glass doors, arms full of pumpkins of various sizes. He kept darting gaze behind his back, almost looking anxious, but his face lit up the moment he saw his friends. Well, the mood got halfway killed when he spotted Yelena too, but fortunately, she had decided to be neutral and shook his hands. Alas, Maria had barely starting interrogating him (but he had brought pumpkins from his own farm) when SUNDAY warned them the last guest was arriving. They looked confused.

"But I thought-" started Hope as the doors slid open once again.

Wearing only a tee-shirt, a worn-out jacket and a pair of even worse worn-out jeans, Scott waltzed in, with the biggest smile of all the party.

"Hi! Hi, friends! Hi!"

He shook hands with everyone—timidly with Maria and Yelena, longer with Sam and drew Hope into a hug. The woman accepted, still confused, and so moved a bit away to take a full look at Ant-man.

"Weren't you supposed to be on a mission for three days?"

Scott's eyes widened and he made the face of someone suddenly remembering something. His attempt at explaining what kind of secret mission he didn't have to do while not talking at all about the secret mission was pathetic too but gained a laugh out of Hope.

"Wait, were you guys waiting for me?" Scott asked, stopping himself.

"Nah, replied Bucky. We were just discussing how we're probably going to do the decorations tomorrow and drinking beers tonight. What?" he added when he felt Sam's glare on him.

But Scott had already passed his arm around his shoulders—his hand barely reached Bucky's shoulder on the other side.

"Sounds like a very good plan, man!"

So it happened. They surrendered to the fullness of the mini-bar and the softness of the couches. (Bucky first went to his suite and finally came back without his coat.) They drank, talked, played some card games. Even Maria relaxed. Truth was, they were not in a hurry. After all, the party would only be set on the 31rst, in the evening. They had two full days to decorate the compound.

A bit before midnight, Maria announced she was going to bed. Hope was gone already (Scott had accompanied her but he had came back to the beers—he was truly holding his own). Yelena looked around to find Scott very joyful and very touchy with Sam, Clint basically dead and drooling on the table, Bucky unphased (or maybe, phased, because he was just staring outside the windows) and Sam yawning approximately once per minute. As she suspected, Sam rose and declared he was going to follow too. As if it triggered something, Bucky jumped on his feet. The three of them got together in the lift. Their suit was at the same level for the lady and one level upper for the men. Sam and Bucky wished goodnight to Yelena on her floor and stayed in the lift. When the doors closed, Bucky subtly took Sam's hand.

Their door to their suite were facing each other. They stayed there, in the corridor, unable to leave the other first. They were still in the corridor when they heard Yelena screaming.

In a matter of seconds, they had joined the floor beneath, ran through the corridors and the door to Hope's suite, only to find themselves in the living-room and Hope herself, laying on the floor, motionless, blood coming out of a large wound on her side.

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky halloween bingo 2023 #halloween bingo #sbhalloweenbingo2023 #halloween prep

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