#mcu sam wilson

[enthyrea]

undercover

[multiversediaries]

NOT HIM

⤷ SAM WILSON X READER

Summary: Sam feels undeserving of the shield, and you take it upon yourself as his wife to make him see his worth.

Warnings: soft!!!!!!! a bit of angst, overall cute, soft sam! established relationship.

“I should’ve taken that damn serum.” Samuel murmured, his rough hands massaging his temples to gain some relief. Your frown continued to grow, as you heartbreakingly watched your husband doubt himself. You watched him pace around in your bedroom, as you sat on your shared bed.

“Sam…” You started, only to be interrupted by the distressed man infront of you.

“No, baby, I should’ve.” Sam reconfirmed, shaking his head as he turned to face you. “I had him right there. I had Sterns right there and he got away, because I wasn’t—“ He bit his lip, in anger and frustration, trying to find the right words.

Your heart continued to shatter as you heard the man you so desperately loved speaking so ill of himself. Your eyes stayed glued to him, who keep walking back and forth, dragging his feet a bit. You bit your bottom lip, trying to find the right words to say.

“What, Sammy?” You spoke after a few minutes of silence, tilting your head at him. He could’ve sworn every single one of his worries simply vanished by the sweet sight of your face. Sam sighed deeply, running a hand through his head, turning to look at you.

“‘Cause I wasn’t enough. I ain’t… him.” He uttered, your heart sinking at his words. He wasn’t Steve Rogers, and that seemed to be troubling him. How did you not notice? You even felt the air in your lungs thinning, genuinely worried for your distraught husband. His eyes watched your reaction, hating how anxious he seemed to be making you.

“Oh, baby..” You cooed, a deep sigh leaving your lips. “Come here.” You softly patted the bed, your eyes begging him to follow you to bed. And your gentle falcon complied, quickly yet hesitantly sitting across from you. Your small hand reached out to grab his tough hand, bringing it to your lips, placing a loving kiss to it. The sole action bringing comfort and peace to the troubled Samuel in front of you.

“He made a mistake with me, Y/N. Steve… he was wrong ‘bout me.” He sighed shakily, breaking eye contact and looking down at his lap. You felt your breach hitch as you heard him. You desperately shook your head, knowing he was wrong.

“No, hey—” You started, taking his head into your small hands, lifting it up to meet his sorrowful eyes. The sight was absolutely devastating. “No, he wasn’t.” You shook your head, your thumbs gently caressing his skin.

“Sam, you are the perfect fit for this role, to follow Steve’s steps and he knew of this.” You started, your voice tender and delicate. “He knew you were the hero this world needed, someone people can look up to, and rely on. He knew you could bring people together and actually give them hope; and all of that without any super soldier serum.” You continued, offering him a small grin, one which he reciprocated.

“It’s about who you are. Not what you’re not.” You felt Sam shiver a bit at your words, reluctantly nodding his head. Your hands released his soft cheeks, now holding his hands.

“You’re so much more than you could ever imagine. That serum is not a reflection of your abilities or your character, even less your worth, baby.” You stated, looking at him through your eyelashes. “That stupid serum ain’t got nothing on my man.” You shrugged, earning a genuine snicker from Sam, followed by a chuckle, throwing his head back.

“You really had to throw in a joke, woman?”

“It’s not a joke, I’m being serious!” You defended. Samuel shook his head, smiling from ear to ear, before wrapping his arms around your waist, engulfing you on a loving, grateful hug.

“I love you.” Samuel muttered, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. You nodded your head, planting a gentle kiss to his head. You knew. Samuel would tell you every single day, by both his actions and his words. You felt so loved all the time, so genuinely desired and wanted. You hoped he felt the same.

“Go shower, cap. I’ll prepare some dinner for you.” You whispered softly to him, starting to release your hold on him. He mumbled against your skin, disagreeing.

“You keep yo’ ass in bed.” Samuel said, shaking his head, and gently laying you down on your bed. He flashed you a grin, before leaning in to place a sweet, quick kiss to your red lips. You heard him hum into the kiss, feeling relaxed and overall happy to just have you. “I’ll be quick.” Sam mumbled, just hovering over your lips. You bit your lip to hide the smile that just begged to leave your lips, nodding your head.

You watched the lovely view of Samuel undressing in front of you. It was a sight you were used to, but still brought killer butterflies to your stomach. You sat up in your bed, placing a few strands of your hair behind your ear, as you enjoyed the view. You sometimes couldn’t believe he was yours. Captain America is yours. You couldn’t believe that those strong arms that protected the world, also wrapped around you lovingly at night. You didn’t even catch yourself staring until Sam’s chuckles brought you out of the trance you seemed to be in.

“You’re eyeing me up, sweetheart.” Sam said between chuckles, finding it absolutely adorable. He found it ever cuter as he saw your cheeks becoming red at his teasing. God, he loved you.

“I’m sorry; you’re just…” You started, not able to finish your sentence by the pure embarrassment. Sam chuckled yet again, starting to undo his belt.

“Just what, mhm?”

“Shut up.” You giggled, face completely flushed. Sam laughed even harder, now kneeling in front of you. You covered your face with your hands, flustered by his flirting.

“You still getting flustered by me? Baby, we’re literally married.” Sam continued to tease you, his hands resting on your thighs. You laughed at his comment.

“Yeah, well, I can’t help it.” You replied, your hands running to sit by his broad shoulders, feeling electricity as soon as your skin touched his. The feeling he brought you was unbelievable.

“I mean… I am married to America’s ass.” You decided to joke. A big, loud laugh left Samuel’s lips, his head dropping to your thighs, laughing hard. His heart was full. He couldn’t even remember why he seemed so doubtful and insecure. You made him believe in himself again. And he couldn’t be more grateful. He looked up once again, his laughter now dying down. He stared into your eyes, his gaze going between your eyes and your lips, just needing to show you how much he loved and appreciated you. He loved you so much it was overwhelming.

“Yeah, you are, baby.” Samuel replied, proudly admitting to his role as Captain America. His hands squeezed your thighs gently, before trailing his way up your waist. You smiled widely, watching him so full of confidence and security.

Samuel was Captain America, and he was yours.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Red, white, and you

Sam Wilson x ex widow!reader

Summary: After weeks of flirting with his ex-Widow teammate, Sam finally gets a date. Their dinner is filled with playful banter, and by the end of the night, he realizes this is just the beginning of something real between them.

Word count: 2077

Notes: no Captain America: Brave New World spoilers :)

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Sam Wilson had always been a flirt. It wasn’t something he planned—it just came naturally. A well-timed smirk, a smooth compliment, a playful wink. It worked more often than not. But not with you.

You were different.

Ever since you started working with him, assisting on missions as part of your post-Red Room life, he’d been laying it on thick. Nothing serious—just harmless teasing, soft smiles, lingering glances. But no matter how hard he tried, you never gave him anything back.

No blushes. No flustered reactions. No teasing remarks in return.

Nothing.

And yet, that only made him want to try harder.

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“Nice work out there,” Sam said as the Quinjet settled down after a mission. “Didn’t know deadly could look that good in combat boots.”

You glanced at him, unimpressed. “Didn’t know Captain America had time to flirt mid-fight.”

“Multitasking is a skill,” he shot back with a grin. “And I’m great at it.”

You shook your head, unbuckling your harness. “Uh-huh.”

Sam sighed, watching you walk off. Another swing, another miss.

Bucky, sitting across from him, chuckled. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Not when it comes to her,” Sam admitted, rubbing his chin. “I mean, I’ve faced off against aliens, rogue supersoldiers, and angry government officials, but this?” He gestured toward you as you disappeared down the hall. “This is my toughest battle yet.”

Bucky smirked. “Hate to break it to you, man, but I think she’s immune.”

“Nobody’s immune forever,” Sam muttered, determined.

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Over the next few weeks, he kept at it.

Casual compliments. Light touches on your arm. Offering you his jacket when the night got chilly. Always being the one to check in after missions, making sure you were okay.

And still, nothing.

At this point, it wasn’t just flirting anymore. It was a challenge.

But more than that? It was real.

The more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to know. Not just about your combat skills or your past as a Widow—but about you. What made you laugh? What made you smile? What made your eyes light up, just a little?

So he kept trying.

Until, one night, everything changed.

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The two of you were alone, finishing up after a mission. The others had left, but Sam had stayed behind, claiming he had “Captain America duties” to take care of. In reality? He just wanted more time with you.

“Let me guess,” he said as you wiped down your weapons. “You’re about to run off without saying goodnight?”

You paused, glancing at him. “Would you rather I salute you first, Captain?”

“Damn, that’s cold,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “Here I am, keeping you company, being all charming, and I don’t even get a ‘goodnight, Sam’?”

You shook your head, setting your weapons aside. “You never stop, do you?”

“Not when I know what I want.” His voice was softer now, more serious. “And I think you know that by now.”

You held his gaze for a long moment. Then, before he could say anything else, you stepped forward, grabbed the front of his suit, and kissed him.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t hesitant. It was firm, decisive—like you were making a point.

Sam barely had time to react before you pulled back, staring at him like you were waiting for some kind of response.

He blinked. “Okay, hold up. Did I just win?”

You sighed. “Not everything is a battle, Sam.”

“Then what was that?”

You crossed your arms. “That was me making sure you finally shut up.”

He grinned. “Damn. You could’ve done that weeks ago.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright. Since I clearly am getting somewhere now—how about dinner?”

You raised a brow. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“I am asking you on a date,” he confirmed. “No missions, no weapons, no Quinjet. Just me, you, and a very overpriced restaurant.”

You considered it for a moment. Then, with a small smirk, you nodded. “Alright, Captain. One date.”

Sam grinned. “See? I told Bucky you weren’t immune forever.”

You rolled your eyes, but for the first time, he caught it—the small, amused twitch of your lips. And just like that, he knew he was in trouble.

Because he was going to want so much more than just one date.

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Sam Wilson had faced high-stakes missions, political pressure, and life-threatening situations. But standing outside your door, waiting for you to answer, was somehow way more nerve-wracking.

When the door finally opened, he had to take a second.

“Damn,” he said, looking you up and down with a slow grin. “You clean up nice.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t hide the slight smirk as you stepped out. “You’re acting like I don’t look good in tactical gear.”

“Oh, you do,” Sam assured, offering his arm. “But this? This is unfair.”

You gave him a dry look but took his arm anyway. “Let’s go before you start reciting poetry.”

He chuckled, leading you to the car.

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The restaurant was nice. Really nice. White tablecloths, dim lighting, expensive wine—definitely a step up from their usual post-mission takeout.

“You trying to impress me, Wilson?” you asked as you sat across from him.

Sam smirked. “That depends. Is it working?”

You took a slow sip of your drink, watching him over the rim of your glass. “Jury’s still out.”

Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Alright. What would impress you?”

You shrugged. “You’re the one who’s been trying for weeks. Shouldn’t you have figured that out by now?”

Sam exhaled a laugh. “See, that’s the thing about you—you don’t make anything easy.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Not at all,” he admitted. “Frustrated? Absolutely. But surprised? Never.”

You smirked, setting your glass down. “And yet, here you are. Buying me dinner. Trying to win me over.”

“That’s because I like a challenge.”

The way he said it—low, smooth, confident—made something flicker in your expression, but you covered it quickly.

“You must, considering you’ve been at this for weeks,” you teased.

“More like months,” Sam corrected. “But who’s counting?”

You quirked a brow. “So you’re saying you were flirting with me before I even noticed?”

Sam grinned. “Oh, you noticed. You just pretended you didn’t.”

You leaned back in your seat, tilting your head. “And what makes you so sure?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Because nobody ignores me that perfectly unless they’re trying to.”

You exhaled a small laugh, but didn’t argue.

Sam took a sip of his drink, watching you carefully. “So what changed?”

You met his gaze, your fingers idly tracing the rim of your glass. “You didn’t give up.”

He tilted his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Most guys? They stop trying when they don’t get what they want right away. They lose interest. Move on.” You paused, then looked at him. “You didn’t.”

Sam’s expression softened. “Because I meant it.”

You held his gaze for a long moment.

Then, you smirked. “And because you don’t like losing.”

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “That too.”

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By the time you left the restaurant, the city had settled into a quiet hum, the streets glowing with soft yellow light. Sam walked beside you, hands in his pockets, stealing glances your way.

“Y’know, this is the part where most people say they had a good time,” he teased.

You hummed. “Most people aren’t me.”

Sam chuckled. “Right. Forgot who I was dealing with.”

You stopped walking, turning to face him. “I did have a good time,” you admitted. “You’re not a bad date, Wilson.”

Sam grinned. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

He stepped a little closer. “No promises.”

There was a pause—a small, charged moment where neither of you moved, neither of you spoke.

Then, without warning, you grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him into a kiss.

It wasn’t cautious, wasn’t slow. It was firm, certain—decisive, just like the first one.

Sam barely had a second to process it before he kissed you back, his hands settling on your waist, pulling you even closer. The world around him blurred, the sounds of the city fading into nothing. All he could focus on was you—the warmth of your lips, the press of your body against his, the way you kissed like you had nothing to lose and everything to give.

When you finally pulled away, Sam exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You really don’t do anything halfway, huh?”

You smirked, your fingers still curled around his jacket. “Not my style.”

Sam grinned, shaking his head. “I think I’m in trouble.”

You stepped back, your smirk still in place. “Took you this long to figure that out?”

He laughed, running a hand over his face. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

Sam tilted his head. “So… what now?”

You shrugged. “That depends. Are you gonna keep flirting, or are we past that stage?”

Sam’s grin widened. “Oh, I’m never gonna stop flirting with you.”

“Good,” you said, turning to walk away. “I’d hate to think you were getting lazy.”

Sam chuckled, falling into step beside you. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

You shot him a glance. “Did you just call me sweetheart?”

Sam smirked. “What, you want something else? Doll? Baby? Mrs. Wilson?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he said, bumping his shoulder against yours, “you’re still here.”

You didn’t answer right away.

But when Sam felt your fingers brush against his, just for a second, before you pulled away, he knew.

This wasn’t just a date.

It was the start of something real.

[fujosh1dreamer]

Guess who saw Captain America Brave New World...me!!! Guess who loved it...also me!

What can I say, the movie was an enjoyable watch and Anthony Mackie acted his butt off. The action scenes were some of the best I've seen in the mcu, and Sam Wilson Cap did some unbelievable feats with the shield.

Hopefully they keep up the momentum with thunderbolts and fantastic 4.

[averageelliot]

JOAQUÍN:

SAM:

SAM: I’m not gonna praise you, Torres, you crashed in the water!

JOAQUÍN: :(

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

Sam *to Bucky*: do you think the itsy bitsy spider gave a FUCK that it was washed out by the rain? NO! It went up the spout again. LOCK THE FUCK IN!

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

Sam: There. How do I look?

Bucky: Like a cheap French harlot.

Sam: French?!

Bucky: That's what you're upset about?

[softyellowpetal]

MARVEL REMEMBERED SAM WILSON EXISTS

[apocalypse-shuffle]

SAM WILSON | CAPTAIN AMERICA/FALCON (the mcu | tfatws | captain america: the winter soldier)

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“Arm Day” (Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader)

| You don’t show up for your running “date” with Sam so he shows up at your place to get a different kind of exercise in.

| SFW, exercising, romantic tension(?)

| Jesus, my summary is very nearly an innuendo. (Pic Source — Captain America: Civil War [peachy-ash icon], Captain America: The Winter Soldier [iconpsds icon], The Falcon & The Winter Soldier [marina-na-na icon])

| Inspo: Instagram

| 1k+ words

It’s the sound of your phone buzzing against your nightstand that wakes you up, and with a groan you lift your head to squint at it.

‘Sam Wilson’ flashes across your screen and you in no way can suppress the eye roll that elicits.

He was your gym buddy more often than not, but this was getting ridiculous.

When y’all ran laps together he’d slow down for you so you could keep one another company. When you were on the treadmill he’d be running in the one right beside you and hold out his arm if you stumbled so you wouldn’t go flying, emergency stopping the machine for you. You would spot each other, go out to eat afterwards, even make meal plans together. Sam was your number one.

He was also more of a pain in your ass than your actual personal trainers had ever been in the past.

You grope around for the phone, lifting it up to your ear once your clumsy fingers stumble across it.

“Yeah?”

Your grunt is met with an honest to god laugh. At this early in the morning?

“Oh my god,” you whine. “Sam, please, what do you want?”

A scoff this time.

“Y/N, it’s Saturday. Get your ass up, we got places to be.”

Still laying on your stomach you flip your head over to press the other side of your face into your pillow and switch your phone to the other ear accordingly, eyes slipping back closed.

“We? I told you I’m not leaving my house today.”

A beat of silence and then: “Okay…”

“Awesome. Have fun sweating by-”

“I’ll see you in five.”

You choke on your spit, words coming out in a whoosh and eyes snapping open.

“Fuck no! Sam!”

The sound of the dial tone reaches your ears and you curse, shooting out of bed, sleep no longer an option.

You drop your phone on your sheets and then scramble around for some shorts. If you could get to Sam before he got all the way to your apartment maybe you’d be able to shove his overactive ass back in his car.

In a frenzy you stuff your phone in your pocket and start towards the front door scratching at your head when it hits you. You’re scratching at your bare head.

“Shit- where in the world…?”

You whip around and start back towards your bedroom to look for where your head wrap had hidden itself during the night. You weren’t going all the way downstairs looking a mess.

Anywhere on your bed was a no show. It wasn’t hanging off your lamp like you’d found it once (who knows how it ended up there in the first place), and it wasn’t under your bed.

You're just about to throw caution to the wind and run out as you are regardless when two things happen at once. You find your wrap sunken into your shoes at the end of your bed and someone knocks at your door.

“Oh come the fuck on.” You grit your teeth, snatch up and firmly situate your traitorous wrap, then stomp over to jerk open the door.

“No.”

In front of you, dressed in a gray pair of sweats, Sam frowns lightly, thick brows raising.

“You made a promise,” he hedges.

You flip off said thick - accusatory - eyebrows.

“Screw my promise. I'm going to stay home and you’re going to leave. Goodbye.”

The door closes right in his face. He doesn’t take the chance not to let it, only to step back so he doesn’t break his nose. You appreciate that.

“Now hold on-! Aw come on, Y/n!” There’s muffled shuffling behind the door, him adjusting his gym bag more than likely, before he knocks again.

While you ignore him to start taking stuff out the freezer for a smoothie - you were already up, you might as well make it worth your while - he knocks three more times.

It’s when your phone starts buzzing on the countertop that you cave, stomping back over to the door and cracking it open just enough for him to see the glower on your face.

“What part of ‘Bye’ isn’t clicking? I’m tired, my muscles ache in places I didn’t even know were possible, and if I have to meal prep anymore I’m going to scream.”

He peeks through the sliver.

“Just one little circuit, alright? I brought everything with me so you won’t have to leave… .” His eyes have taken on a particular brightness that makes you just a little weak in the knees. “I’ll even cook for you after.”

Goddamnit. Your face smooths out from the glare you were rocking and Sam’s lights up.

“See? That sounds nice, now, doesn’t it?”

“Fine. A full meal, not no damn sandwich, and you make my smoothie before we start.”

“Deal. Thought you were gonna break my heart for a minute there, I'm really glad we pulled through though.”

“Yeah yeah,” you grumble and drag him and all his crap in.

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“If you’re still aching after two days then we probably have to adjust your routine,” he curls upward and the muscles in his arms flex, stretching the sleeve of his maroon shirt to its limit. “I’ll take a pen and paper to it and we’ll figure it out, that fine by you Queen of Sheba?”

You scoff while going down on your push-ups.

“Yeah, it’s fine Sam,” you make sure to catch his eye as you straighten your arms to come up, “thanks.”

He smiles, switching to do curls with his left arm.

You go down, but end up watching unblinking for a few seconds as the muscles on his bicep become well defined peaks.

Hn.

Sam glances up and you rapidly realize that you’ve been laying on the ground and staring creepily at him for the better part of a minute.

Roughly, you clear your throat; Sam smirks and seems to go deliberately slow on his next curl. The way you gulp hurts a little.

“See something you like?”

Scowling, you roll your eyes and pick back up where you left off on your push-ups. You’re focusing intently on the tile underneath your palms when you answer him.

“No,” you snap to the floor.

Everything about Sam’s laugh says he doesn’t believe you worth a damn.

You don’t particularly care what he thinks though; something that you reiterate over and over in your head as you go on to the next workout.

Where the fuck Sam’s forward ass got off hiking a portable pull-up bar up to your apartment you did not know, but here the thing is, sitting nice and pretty like it belonged to be an absolute eyesore in the middle of your living room.

You sigh and decidedly don’t stare at him too hard as he eases down to the floor to take your previous place and start his own round of push-ups, and probably a few floor presses or something considering he brings the dumbbells down with him.

On your end starting your pull-ups starts off relatively easy. They’ve never been your favorite - and you’re certain they never will be - but at least you could do them now since you started training with Sam almost a year ago now.

Sam was neat like that. Uplifting without slipping into condescension, and being one of the few people who could push you so thoroughly out of your comfort zone.

Certainly the only person you allowed to upheave your more flexible boundaries with so little push back.

Breath huffing out of you you force yourself to rest before starting on your next set, eyes running over your workout partner’s back and the way the muscles there are also incredibly defined as he engages them.

It was a little unfair honestly. Who gave Sam Wilson the right to look so perfect? With a grunt you start working out again.

Eventually you begin waning, you can feel it in the way your arms instantly start to shake as you try to pull your body weight up for your next set, and the excess heat building in your fingers. How even as you attempt to swing your legs to get more momentum to do the pull-up you just barely manage to get one in before your arms give out, straightening back, and you’re left just hanging there.

“Goddamn,” you curse. Today really was just not your day.

Distantly you note the soft thud of weights being set down at your left but you're so focused that you don’t notice Sam move until he’s already in front of you.

He jumps up and you make a startled noise as you come face to face before he does a pull-up as easy as can be. Your lips purse.

He grins, “I got you, come on. One more rep.”

You sigh but he’s looking right into your eyes with that soft grin on his face - and you’re a sucker - so you cave in less than five seconds. Also, you don’t want to keep hanging any longer than necessary.

“I might not have one more in me, period, but I’ll try,” you murmur as you look away. You prep your muscles to move, assuming the right position, when Sam shaking his head in your peripheral catches your attention.

“Didn’t I just say I had you?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s swinging just that much closer on one arm - fucking show off - and grabbing enough of your thigh to nudge you forward so he can get his arm around your upper leg and then pull you in.

“You’re such a show off, you know that?”

You still follow his line of reasoning, though; pulling up enough that you can get both of your legs around his waist.

Sam just laughs, teeth glinting.

“I’m just happy to help.”

“Ha,” you mock, but when he pulls up you do so with him. Your arms bend, but not with nearly as much strain as before with him taking the majority of your weight, and the pressure on your core significantly lessens.

You won’t admit to having to bite back a smile at the feel of him tucked against you.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah,” you pant out, legs tightening absentmindedly around his waist. Sam grunts lowly in the back of his throat. “You in the habit of catching people like this?”

The look that briefly flashes across his face is far more severe than you think your question merits, and when Sam answers he makes sure to look you in the eye.

“I try to be.”

Then the moment’s broken, he’s pulling you both back up into your final exercise of the day and you’re left wondering where the hell Sam Wilson got off making you love him like this.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! If there’s any typos I’ll catch them later.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[mythomars]

Bucky: You have A shield you are not THE shield

Sam: Mother fucker look at me

[enthyrea]

sambucky for @runzu!

thank you so much for commissioning me <3

all credit for the original template goes to @byelacey!

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[bucky-h0e]

A/N: It has been a hot while, but I am slowly working my way back into the writing scene. I missed writing these but unfortunately, Uni took priority but on the bright side, ya girl got her masters degree!

This one is more focused around Sam and Alpine's relationship.

Anyway, enjoy!

How Alpine Celebrates Mother's Day

Now, Alpine does not have the best relationship with her parents.

Why else would she have immediately gotten herself adopted by an ex-assassin? (or did she adopt him?)

So when she met Bucky, and he started doing little things for her and supporting her in a way a father would, she buckled.

she immediately started thinking of ways to celebrate father's day for him

But then when Sam entered the picture, Alpine had a moment of realisation at 2am whilst watching big foot documentaries

she had Bucky

strong, protective, grumpy old ass who would put himself between her and any threat that popped up in her shenanigans

and she had Sam

sassy, enthusiastic Sam who encouraged her shenanigans

she had a whole family dynamic going on and she was going to celebrate that

for the first time in her life, she had a family and she wanted to show them both how much she appreciated them letting her be in their lives

lets be honest, she didn't give them a choice

but she could still show her love for them

now she didn't know what days to celebrate each person, she just knew she wanted to give them each their own day

so one day (quite literally mother's day - Alpine lost track of time and procrastinated too long), Sam and Bucky are at the latter's apartment, just chilling having a guys night

catching Bucky up on all the movies he's missed

having a couple of beers

just two friends, relaxing, laughing, having a good time

peaceful

until Hurricane Alpine struck

She came barrelling in, bags in hand that she was trying and failing to hide

balloons floating behind her she she kept trying to pull down behind her back

hair an absolute wreck, out of breath and trying to play it off

"Oh hey i didn't know you'd both be here what a surprise"

"Alpine you made us download a collective calendar, you know damn well it's guys night"

"shut up you love that app"

she struggles to get a coin out of her pocket, cursing at the balloons hitting her in the face and dropping the bags

"Uh.. you need a hand there Al?"

"NO IT'S FINE"

punches the balloons into the hallway and turns with a wild smile

"Flip the coin"

Sam is scared

Bucky is confused and debating whether or not he should put a restraining order in

"why?"

"no reason"

"well there is a reason obviously"

"no, no reason"

"i think there is a reason, what are you going to do"

"why do you assume i'm up to something?"

"the last time you made us flip a coin with no context you sold Bucky's arm"

"Hey when a blue lady comes knocking on your door looking for a gift for her raccoon friend, you oblige"

"do you know how LONG it took for me to get my arm?!"

"you're being so dramatic you literally got it back a few days later"

"I didn't get it back, Shuri made me a new one."

"Even better"

"She keeps texting me warnings about raccoons"

"She's looking out for you"

Sam is loving this, he remembers the day he walked in on Bucky frantically looking for his arm whilst Alpine sat on his couch cry-laughing out of pure stress and enjoyment.

Though they were slightly concerned by the fact that a) Nebula came to Alpine to get the arm and b) Rocket now had cybernetically enhanced piece of Vibranium.

safe to say Alpine was in trouble for a while

"Can you just- will you flip the coin? I'm not going to sell any appendages or organs to otherworldly beings."

"When did you sell organs?"

".... What organs?"

With that knowledge, Sam and Bucky flipped the coin, Sam calling heads whilst it was in the air, with it landing on his call.

victorious, he grimaces and looks at Alpine

"You can't have my wings."

"I don't need 'em, you wait here. I will be back"

grins and runs out, half tripping over the forgotten balloons as she goes and running into her door in the process.

Bucky decides to pray for Sam whilst the latter looks at him nervously

"I should be worried, shouldn't I?"

Bucky sighs and shrugs, "It's Alpine."

it's silent for a little while, they can hear loud shuffling and curses coming from across the hall

"Yes, be worried"

Sam is debating whether or not to run now or just accept his fate

it's too late though, because Alpine comes rushing back over with a card, some flowers, the balloons that had been poorly hidden behind her back and a box of chocolates

both men are seriously confused, but Bucky is also slightly annoyed

sure, Sam wins a coin flip and gets flowers, Bucky wins a coin flip and get's his arm stolen

makes sense

"Happy mother's day Sammy!"

"What"

"OH MY GOD"

Bucky is no longer annoyed, laughing and grinning at Sam

Sam is confused

when did he become a mother

when did he sign up for this

"Al what-"

"I know, I know. But I never-.." she pauses, handing Sam his gifts before shuffling, Bucky stops laughing at this point because he knows when Alpine is about to dump some trauma

"I never had a good relationship with my family and it's mothers day today and I was like I could just celebrate you two on father's day but you've both helped and supported me in different ways and you don't deserve to share a holiday besides you'll just argue, so i thought this was a better way and-"

"AL!"

She huffs and glares at them both

how dare they interrupt her nervous ranting

didn't they know its the only way she could c o p e

Bucky grins at her, glancing at Sam as the latter stands and gives her a tight hug

Alpine is surprised, she genuinely thought Sam would be annoyed but hugs him back anyway

is kind of embarrassed and awkward

poor baby is not hugged often

but relaxes soon enough when she spots Bucky smiling at the pair on the couch

Sam's hand rubbing soothing circle on her back before they pull apart and he grins at her

"Thank you kid. Really. I'm- I'm happy you think of me as your family, you know I'll always be hear to support you."

"Aww thanks mama goose"

Bucky snorts

literally a few months ago this man thought Alpine was a cat

now look at them

Alpine is positively glowing

she literally could not contain herself and she goes back in for another hug, laughing as Sam begs her not to call him any type of nickname

"I'm serious, do not call me mum in public."

"Are falcon's motherly?"

"I regret so much"

"Aw man am I getting disowned already?"

"Yeah no, you've done it now. You're my kid forever now bitch"

"Sammy you can't call your kid a bitch"

"I can if its affectionate"

Sam is buzzing, despite now having to reject every mother bird pun Alpine makes, shaking his head at all of her new bird pun name suggestions

He didn't like to admit it, but he was always somewhat jealous

sure he was friends with Steve before, but it always felt like Steve and Bucky.. and Sam

and then with Alpine it was Bucky and Alpine... and Sam

but now he had Bucky

and he had Alpine

he had a family here in New York

and he loved them

would he admit that?

no, he would actually rather cease to exist once more

but he knew they knew

an unspoken bond between the three of them that all three would die protecting

as if they would ever let Alpine do that though, she cuts her finger just trying to slice an apple and he and Bucky go absolutely insane

but they make this an annual celebration, though Sam refuses to admit it is for mother's day

"I am not your mother"

"uh huh, okay"

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Sam: Which movie are you and Steve going to see tonight?

Y/n: Oh, I always go to whichever movie Steve wants.

Sam: Which one do they want to see?

Y/n: I haven't decided yet.

[madam-barnes]

There was purpose (/commentary) behind making John Walker’s wife and best friend black right?

And, like, can anyone tell me what that decision was trying to say; can anyone articulate the feeling I have into actual words and analysis?

[magnetothemagnificent]

A little Sam Wilson character study, because there aren't enough of those out there.

[luminouslion-spam]

I need more fanfictions of Sam comforting Peter after a nightmare or an anxiety attack.

I just love the idea of Sam being the funny uncle/older brother figure that is always teasing Peter but when he notices that Peter is unwell he turns really protective of him and goes right into therapist mode.

I want them to talk about peters mental state which obviously is really bad considering he is a literal teenager fighting crime. And at the end of it I want Sam to give him all the hugs he needs and deserves.

Or I just generally want more fanfics of Sam teasing Peter but being extremely overprotective of him at the same time.