#s/am w/ilson

[softsnzstuff]

Thinking of a sore and sniffly Bucky who caught a cold mid-mission and Sam loving his red nose and promising to make him soup from a special family recipe once they get back home 🥹 and Bucky’s slightly grumpy that he’s sick and feeling all gross but the thought of Sam’s soup is getting him through it

Hi friend! This has taken me forever but I’m feeling the bucky mood rn and hopped on the train while the flow is there! Thank you for being patient with me and I hope you’re having a good day!!

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This mission was particularly awful. He’s used to being physically beat up at the end of a mission, but this time he’d been beat down for the count before it was even over.

Halfway through staking out the Hydra base, Bucky had woken up with a burning throat and a head full of gunk. By the time he’d gotten back and debriefed a few days later, he had a full blown terrible headcold.

“H’etSCHIEW! G’SHUHew!”

He sniffled thickly against a closed fist when he felt a firm but loving hand squeeze his shoulder.

“Bless you! You don’t sound so hot.”

“Ugh. You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Bucky all but melts into Sam’s arms as they embrace.

Sam pulls back and looks Bucky up and down. “You feel really warm. You need to go to med?”

Bucky rubs at his eyes with the palm of his hand and winces at the dull ache in his metal arm. It always acted up when he wasn’t feeling well. Overheating quite literally.

“Really don’t wanna spend any more time here or in med.” he mumbles, “would rather go home with you?”

Sam frowns. He must be feeling really rough if he won’t even get a once over at Med.

“Yeah Buck, that’s fine. You can shower and put on something comfy. I’ll make you some soup that my grandma used to make. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds…really nice.” Bucky could cry. Fevers always made him a little emotional, but the thought of finally being back home with Sam and in his own bed very shortly? It was all overwhelmingly good.

***

Bucky towels off his hair and crawls into bed, all but flopping face down onto the pillows. His body aches, his face feels hot, his nose is stuffed but won’t stop running. At this point, he’s annoyed.

Annoyed that he’s sick in the first place. I mean he’s supposed to be a super soldier, is he not? What a rip off. Super soldier with a super bad cold.

“ii’KSHiew! Hhh - h’isshEW!”

Bucky groaned, hair falling in his face as he lay on the bed. His whole body felt heavy and his brain foggy, like he was being pulled into sleep unwillingly.

At the very least, when he woke up later, there would be Sam and there would be soup.

[sleptwithinthesun]

hi!! not sure if you're taking marvel requests for the fall prompts (so feel free to ignore this if you aren't) but how about 🍂 for bucky?

oh, it's been a hot minute since i wrote a marvel fic. this might be bad since i haven't written anything for b/ucky since like. may, i think? sorry for the wait. hope you enjoy it anyway :D

(fill for 🍂 on the fall snz prompts list... written for b/ucky barnes & s/am w/ilson. queerplatonic s/ambucky, i think? it's really just open for interpretation. 0.4K words.)

"hh'tSHuu!"

"It's startling earlier this year, isn't it?" Sam asks, frown audible even with his back towards Bucky. The supersolider blinks up at him from his seat at the table, eyes half-lidded with sleep and still-bent arm hovering lazily in front of his face. "You usually don't get this bad until late October."

Bucky gives a half-shrug, making a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat before clearing it. His voice, when he speaks, is rough, unhewn by his allergies. "I guess."

"You guess? Buck, don't act like we don't—"

"heh'SH'uh! ESHH!"

"—share a house. I can hear you at night. Bless," Sam says, the final response automatic. Bucky's been sneezing enough that he doesn't even have to think about it any more; he's practically been Pavlov'd into blessing him.

Bucky sniffles, letting out a low groan. "Fuck..." he breathes, eyes darting towards the window on their route to Sam's face. Despite the muttered expletive mere second earlier, he still insists, "It's really not a big deal, Sam. This happens every year. Hell, it's been happening since I was a kid, roughly a century ago. Stop worrying."

Sam glances over at him, and upon seeing the other's expression, sighs in defeat. "If you're sure, Buck. Just don't die on me, alright?"

"Wh— I'm not going to— it's not even that kind of allergy," Bucky splutters, standing and walking over to the stove, where he turns off the burner under the kettle. It hasn't started whistling yet, but they can both hear the water inside boiling. Sam slides him a mug, a bag of Earl Gray already inside, and Bucky murmurs his thanks before pouring the water into it and glancing at the clock for the time.

"Is it going to kill you to just, I don't know, eye it for once?" Sam teases, pulling the kettle away from Bucky when his expression twists slightly. "Bless."

"Hhhate when you do that... ht'SHH! eh'TSH!" Bucky shakes his head slightly, holding up a finger to Sam. "h'ESHH! eh'TSH'uh!"

Sam blinks at him, expression softening. "You take Benadryl?"

"Yeah, double dose." He sniffles, rubbing a knuckle underneath his nose. "Don't think it's working."

"Only double?" Sam says with a smile, brow wrinkling when Bucky just sneezes again. "Alright, man, get in the shower. I'll take your teabag out in—" a glance at the clock "—two minutes, and keep it warm for you. Just wash off whatever's triggering this."

Bucky nods, muffling yet another sneeze into his wrist. "heh'TSH!"

"Slow fit?"

"I think so," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Just going to, you know, take a shower. Like you said." Bucky starts back towards the stairs, then pauses. "Sam?"

He looks up at him. "Yeah?"

"Thank you. For caring." The corner of his mouth quirks up slightly in a half-smile, one that Sam returns wholeheartedly.

"Always."

[scorses]

Sam Wilson 1x05

[livingprophecy]

RE:   S/AM W/ILSON AND F/ATWS.   

BASIC INFORMATION:   i understand what i’m doing with this verse is changing a big portion of the show, and characters involved may not agree. i’m open to shifting the plots around, however this is the verse i will be defaulting to. (PERSONALS DNI)

CONNECTIONS:   this verse is tied to @toscrve​​​​​​ / autumn’s steve. i’m open to writing with other steve rpers, but otherwise i’m going to be referring to steve as both alive and not old. additionally, this verse is tied to @falquin​​​​​​ / sarah’s j/oaquin, as the show severely diminished his role and we need to change that. 

PLOT POINTS AND DIVERGENCES:   under the cut for length. 

PRE SERIES:   while steve did give sam the shield, the american government was still not done with steve and sam after the events of civil war and infinity war. the shield was taken during the pardoning trials, with the unspoken notion that it wasn’t going to be given back. both steve and sam were powerless to do anything about it, but they were determined to continue to help people regardless. when steve when underground as commander, sam went back to acting as the falcon. he did not work for the air force — he isn’t interested in serving ever again, and is past that point of trauma in his life. while he doesn’t have the title of “avenger” necessarily, that’s the idea of his role. j/oaquin t/orres is his liaison in the air force. he came at the personal recommendation of steve, as the two had met in his grief counseling sessions during the snap. sam didn’t want to deal with the air force directly but needed eyes and ears, and t/orres became that role for him. because of how many missions sam worked with t/orres, the two became very close, and are already incredibly good friends when the series starts. this sets up where sam is at the beginning of the series. 

EPISODE ONE:   sam seeing j/ohn w/alker receive the shield is one of the hardest moments of his life; he was forced to give up the shield, and now it was being given to someone else. he already was very bitter, but this causes a lot more animosity with the government, not that a large amount of this didn’t already exist. this spurs him to move into action, and also causes steve to come out from underground work. 

EPISODE TWO:   steve is present with both sam and bucky during this episode. sam and bucky don’t have the same level of animosity, only disagreeing on some of their methods and grudges because of the events of ca:tws. they don’t hate each other, and instead more banter and won’t admit they like each other. 

EPISODE THREE:   there was no way that steve could go to the prison with sam and bucky, as it would be way too noticeable. so, sam and bucky go to the prison to talk to z/emo together, and then once he’s been broken out, there’s no chance to get steve back with them. (he’d be too noticeable in m/adripoor too anyways.) sam despises z/emo, especially after how he treats bucky. when meeting up with s/haron, sam has tried to get a pardon for her, but seeing as nobody could get a hold of her either, the government refused, and sam was in no position to argue anything himself as he too was on a conditional pardoning. during this episode, t/orres begins to help sam and bucky behind the scenes with information regarding the f/lagsmashers, getting it to them before w/alker. sam is incredibly grateful that t/orres trusts him despite breaking z/emo out of prison. 

EPISODE FOUR:   when receiving the call from sarah about k/arli, sam immediately calls steve. steve goes to protect sarah and his nephews until the end of the j/ohn w/alker fight, when sam has retrieved the shield. 

EPISODE FIVE:   t/orres comes back with sam to louisiana with the broken wings. while t/orres fixes them, sam, bucky, and steve fix the boat. sam has his training with the shield, and starts to teach t/orres how to fly. there’s nobody else he’d want to pass the falcon mantle onto, especially as close as they are and since sam is ready to be cap. the suit was created for him by shuri at bucky’s request, and before he does anything else, he calls her to thank her. 

EPISODE SIX:   sam asked t/orres not to use the wings in the final fight, as the f/lagsmashers were incredibly dangerous and willing to kill — instead he asked him to be his eyes and ears again, and promised he’d be in the next fight flying too. steve is also present, on the ground with bucky (instead of w/alker, because there’s no way they’d willingly work with that man after his murderous rage). after sam’s speech, him and steve hug on national television, also showing steve’s choice to have made sam cap, and sam taking over the mantle. additionally, t/orres was in the crowd, and once they were off to the side, sam hugs him too. both steve and t/orres are present at the cookout party at the end as well! 

POST SERIES:   sam continues to train t/orres, and acts as cap alongside bucky and steve. he is done listening to the government’s opinions on if he should or shouldn’t be cap, and is going to be the hero the world needs moving forward. 

[shieldedsouls]

under the cut are some details from sam and riley’s wedding ceremony, which was a celebratory gathering after the actual marriage occurred!!

            samuel thomas wilson and riley jay tyler legally marry on friday, 3 november 2011. witnessed by hannah michelle morgan, aaron casper & sarah marie wilson, charlotte gail tyler, and “ dj ” derek james tyler.

      a full ceremony for all family and friends to attend occurred on saturday, 14 january 2012. the location was in charlotte gail tyler’s backyard of her estate. total of about 130 guests, including immediate family and wedding party. the event “ officially ” ran from about 1:00pm est to about 6:00pm est, with the wedding party eventually taking both grooms along with open invitation to an afterparty that goes well into the early hours of the next day.

sam wore a white suit [ similar to xx ] riley wore a blue suit [ similar to xx ]

riley’s best man: his younger brother, “ dj ” derek james tyler sam’s best man: mutual college friend charlie dean

wedding favours [ xx xx xx ] flowers [ xx xx xx ] “ their ” song: kelly clarkson’s ‘ a moment like this ’

riley was walked up the aisle by his father ( scott henry tyler ); sam managed to not cry until after they had finished their vows. both of them cry during the speeches from their respective best men, as well as the shared speech their parents gave. riley smashed cake into sam’s face, despite sam being a perfect gentleman and only getting a dab of icing on his.

[icharchivist]

..... following comics blog is wild and usually I just, get upset on my lane and don’t get involved because I don’t care enough about comics to be involved

........

But can we all agreee M/arvel is acting like trash and N/ick S/pencer should??? Get out????

He did that stupid twist before of C/aptain A/merica being an H/ydra agent all along, and little history, H/ydra always represented N/azism, it was always that, and C/aptain A/mercia was created by two Jewish Men during WWII when A/merica didn’t want to get involved in the conflict, as a way to call out A/merica that “American values would be to punch N/azi in the face”

But somehow. After that. S/pencer outdid himself by turning apparently turning M/agneto, Holocost Survivor who always fought to avoid a possible Mutan Genocide (which M/arvel decided to trash anyway to promote the I/nhumans because x/men belongs to Fox and Not D/isney) - into a H/ydra member????

He recieved a huge backlash from Hydra!Cap and what did he do? “oh let makes a Jewish Holocost Survivor a N/azi Supporter. Brilliant.”

Like?? fuck M/arvel. 

And I dont care if it’s brainwashing. I don’t care. You don’t?? do that??? what the fuck.

[idbchris]

Sam Wilson  aesthetic

[tazmilyxfamily]

@shadowedmagic inquired:

not big souprice but d/on't s/tarve t/ogether?

⊱send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…⊰

~

Am I familiar with it?

hell yeah!! i had a phase for it way before (though i rarely played) and now salmonidparty reawakened it by picking up Webber again. plus now that ive met some friends through a D/ST streamer on T/witch i play a lot more than i used to. for scale, i’ve watched almost all of the animated videos and i’ve read a lot of the survivors’ wikipedia pages XD

Do I like the fandom itself?

i haven’t looked into the fandom a lot either now or before, but the people ive seen in the D/ST rpc are p cool! it’s one of the few groups where i’d love to follow all of yall just to watch from a distance. i don’t know how i’d slot in outside of what i’ve plotted out with my Hornet and @salmonidparty‘s (very good) W/ebber, especially when i currently don’t write much, so i shall just Stare

Who’s my favorite character?

from the VERY beginning, W/endy! i like the supernatural aspect of her, her bond with A/bigail, and the fact that she always has a companion. i don’t like being alone and its nice that A/bigail can help in fights (which i have an excuse to avoid participating in in general because W/endy specifically does less damage). also i suck at keeping my sanity up and die to Crawling Horrors the most so her losing less from darkness is helpful as hell XD

also she’s pretty

also you can blame salmonidparty for making me like W/ebber more than before

If I had to choose, who would I roleplay?

god- if i could make the hyperfixation long term i’d love to do W/endy in my Dealmaker AU. i know it’s literally just W/endy spliced with W/ortox’s powers and an unoriginal outfit design but i love it too much. or maybe i’d just try W/endy normally and have that as a verse? either way i need to draw her more

also Triumphant alt W/ilson but i think that’s more of me liking the aesthetic (and corruption theme) than in terms of actual writing lmao

[sternbilder]

aaaaaaaaa so i saw s/teven w/ilson in sf today and g o d what a show

they played all but 2 tracks off to the b/one which like. good bc i fucking love that album??

i literally cried during refuge. like actually cried literal real human tears

the stage visuals were v good but i could only see them like 40% bc i’m v short and like 97% of the attendees were men who are taller than i am

like i wonder what concerts are like for tall people. god can u even imagine

hey so. literally over a third of their set was p/orcupine t/ree songs i absolutely am living

like i thought i would never see the day where i would see a/rriving somewhere but not here and s/leep together played live and yet here we are

my only lament was that it was not g/avin h/arrison on drums but c/raig b/lundell was also v good all the musicians were v good

everyone was singing along to arriving somewhere it was a beautiful moment i was grinning so hard the entire time

i was looking at some of the other setlists on this tour and i’m kind of jealous bc it seems like n/inet t/ayeb was also there for some shows which would have been nice??

also like i know there’s no point wishing bc perfect setlists pretty much do not exist and i cannot always have my way but Apparently at their portland show he played b/lackfield for the encore which like!!!!! god i wish that were me!!!!!!!

speaking of the encore he teased us so bad bc it definitely sounded like he was gonna play t/rains or something for a little bit which i would actually just straight up die to hear live but then he didn’t

but anyway goddddddd what a good show..............aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[sleptwithinthesun]

a lil birthday fic for @buckysnose !! (and by little i mean 1.5K words) hope you enjoy both the fic and your day. wishing the happiest of birthdays to you, friend, you deserve it :D

It's late afternoon when Bucky finally arrives back at Sam's house, weighed down not only by his backpack but a bag of small presents he got for Sarah's kids. He hasn't visited them in a couple of months, still focused on trying to make amends, real amends, with the people he'd hurt as the Winter Soldier. Bucky likes to think he's doing better. He's not well, not yet, but... better.

Sam's voice greets him from the porch with a soft, "Hey, man," and Bucky can hear the smile in it, causing his own lips to curl upwards. There's something comforting about Sam's presence, and he refuses to take it for granted. "How was the trip?"

"Fine," he replies, glancing around the yard. There are still pads on the trees and random bits of exercise equipment strewn about, blatant evidence that Sam hasn't slacked on any of his training. Bucky doubts he will; Sam's probably the most steadfast person he knows, period. There's not anyone more deserving of his title. "How've you all been?"

"Good! Good, we've been doing well. AJ and Cass are both looking forward to spring break, of course, and Sarah's been planning a trip for the three of them to take once that happens," Sam says as Bucky joins him on the porch. "I got a bird."

Bucky nearly chokes on his next breath. "I'm sorry, you got a what?"

"A bird. You know, little avian creature, has wings and feathers? Constantly accused of being government spies?" Sam mimes a flapping motion with his hands, face completely serious.

He gently shoves him, using his metal shoulder to bump Sam's. "I know what a bird is. I just didn't think you'd actually get one."

"Why not?" Sam asks, making for the door. "Come on, you should meet her. She's a budgie, only seven months old."

"What'd you name her?"

Asking that was a mistake, Bucky can sense it the second Sam's shoulder starts moving so that he can face him. "Redwing."

"Please tell me you're kidding."

"Yep! She's actually called Jet."

"I can't tell if that's better or worse," Bucky tells him honestly, setting both his backpack and other bag down on the couch. A portion of the living room is now occupied by a large bird cage, which is covered by a gray blanket. From underneath it, though, Bucky can easily identify the little chirps and clicks Jet is emitting.

Sam scoffs as he starts pulling the blanket off, slowly revealing the bird to Bucky. "It's neither, clearly. Redwing is an excellent name, and so is Jet."

"Yeah, if you want to name your bird after a character from that one show, uh... Avatar?"

He nearly flinches as Sam's gaze switches to him in half a second. "So you do pay attention to my recommendations!"

"I never said I didn't," Bucky points out, the rest of his argument melting on his tongue the second he sees Jet. "Oh..."

"She's pretty awesome, isn't she," Sam says, grinning as Bucky steps closer. Jet's a brilliant yellow around her head and throat, with those classic black-and-white feathers going down her back. Her stomach is a mottled green with a gradation from a lime color to emerald.

"She's beautiful," Bucky whispers in response, eyes drawn to the— what did Sam call her? A budgie? He can't stop staring at her as she bobs her head, clicking happily. "Although, I did grow up surrounded by pigeons and seagulls."

Sam rolls his eyes and grins at Bucky. "You can hold her, if you want."

"Maybe a little later?" Bucky asks. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's kind of scared of the idea. Jet's so small, and he's— he could—

He doesn't want to hurt her.

He's hurt enough people.

Sam places a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Sure, Buck. Whenever you're ready. Now, let's get you set up. I'm assuming you want the couch again?"

"As per usual," he manages.

"You'll be near Jet, too, if that'll help you get more familiar with her." Sam moves around the whole thing easily, setting Bucky up with the pullout couch he'd gotten after the fourth time Bucky'd crashed at his house after a mission, once it was clear that this was going to become a regular occurrence. "You don't need to worry, Bucky. You're safe here. Everyone trusts you."

(Has Sam ever considered that might be the problem?)

-

Light is just beginning to peek through the windows when Bucky wakes up, well-rested for once. He doesn't have nightmares here, not at Sam's, which is something he'll never stop appreciating. It's a gift, truly, the way that that just the knowledge of Sam's presence can bring him a type of peace he hadn't known since Wakanda.

Of course, though, he never gets a break.

The second after he becomes fully conscious, he's leaning forward and sneezing into his hands, two tingly, itchy things that come on so quickly he's barely even aware of them. "h'TSCHH! eh'SHHH!"

"Bless, man," Sam says, peeking into the room with a look of concern painted plainly over his features, no attempt to hide it. "Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah? Why?" Bucky asks, sniffling lightly as he looks up at the other man. His eyes are watery; he can feel it, but he didn't think he'd sneezed that hard...

Sam shrugs. "No reason," he says, but judging by the side-eye he gives Bucky as he starts back towards the kitchen, there's a seed of misplaced worry being planted in his brain that needs to be removed. Right now.

"I'm fine, Sam," Bucky reassures, standing up from the couch and looking pointedly at him. "It was two sneezes. No big deal."

"Uh, yeah. Sure," he scoffs, moving into the kitchen. "If you say so. Hey, do you mind feeding Jet? There's a plastic container of fruit in the fridge; it's all for her. Just take it out and open it up, then place it on the floor of her cage. She'll eat it."

Bucky blinks, trying to process the sudden change in topic. "Wait, what?"

"My bird. Feed her," Sam says, the grin obvious in his tone.

"Yeah, I got that. I'm just—" Bucky catches a glimpse of the smirk now present on Sam's face and settles for rolling his eyes rather than arguing with him. "Fine. I'll feed your bird."

"Thanks, man," Sam says, easily ignoring the way Bucky grumbles as he opens the fridge and starts hunting for the container. Thankfully, his search only lasts a few minutes, and it's not long before he's standing in front of the open bird cage, watching Jet eagerly pick at the fruits in the container. It's a good mix; strawberries, raspberries, and banana. Not that he knows anything about feeding birds.

His lips part slightly, the previous tickle flaring up again, and he manages to press the sneeze into his shoulder. "h'MPTCH!"

"Bless," Sam calls, and holy shit, Bucky can literally hear the eyebrow raise. Somehow, he manages to convey his facial expressions in every sentence he says, in that absurdly unique Sam Wilson way that would feel wrong if anybody else were to try it.

"It's gonna hhhappen again..." Bucky warns, pressing a knuckle under his nose to no avail. "huh'TSHUH! Oh, God... hh'SCHHH!"

And then there's a hand at his shoulder, Sam's, steadying him as his head swims with the force of the last two sneezes. "Bless, Bucky, are you sure you're okay? That's five in ten minutes. Bit unusual."

"Ugh... not sure," he murmurs, rubbing at his sinuses. "I'm still itchy, but I'm not sure whhy."

"Another?"

Bucky nods, taking in a shuddering, hitching breath, then buries his face in his elbow. "uh'TSHH! huh'SHUHH-USHH!"

"That's eight. Come here." Sam presses a hand to his forehead, one that he immediately bats away.

"Not sick. Just itchy," he grumbles, and next to him, Sam sighs.

"Alright, then, new idea," he says, walking over to Jet's cage and snagging a feather from the ground between the bars.

Bucky watches his moves apprehensively. "What are you doing?"

"Testing a theory." Before he can even begin to react, Sam's dragging the feather around the edges of his nostrils, ignoring the way they immediately start flaring and simply continuing to trace them as Bucky's breath continues to stutter in erratic increments.

"Sahhm... please, stohhh... stop it," Bucky breathes, fighting hard against the exacerbation of the itch. It's a losing battle though, and in the brief moment he takes to blink, the tickle wins.

"eh'TSHUU! UH'SHUH! USHH! H'ESHHH!" He manages to take a deep breath between sneezes, the reprieve long enough for Sam to shove a few tissues into his hands, before it all starts again. "H'SHH! SHHH'uh! ET'CHH! H'MPTCH! HH'SHUH! Oh, Godd..."

Sam's rubbing his back and cursing under his breath, everything else forgotten but his friend. "Bless you," he emphasizes, shoving another bundle of tissues into his hand. "Are you okay? I had no idea you were going to react like that, man, I'm sorry."

"Id's ogay," Bucky says, struggling around the congestion and blowing his nose in an attempt to clear it. "What the fugck was that?"

"I think... I think you might be allergic to Jet."

Bucky sniffles, glancing over at the bird in surprise. She looks back at him, beady eyes completely innocent. "Oh, shit."

[firesuns-archive]

i'm packing for school too! it's so much but we've kinda been preparing all summer so that's good! idk if you like musicals, but falsettos (2016) has amazing music with a deep storyline, and the best part is, all of the dialogue is sung! so you can essentially get the gist of the musical just by listening to the soundtrack (i sound like an advertisement but it's so good it's my everything)

oh that’s good!! yeah im trying to cram all of mine into one weekend so it’s kinda stressful haha. and that sounds great i will check it out :)

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want one?

[louist]

💎 + stay as rvmanova!

thankss (:

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[movedyoakkemae]

draft count.

dropped drafts.

these drafts may be dropped only momentarily, as maybe i’ll get a surge of muse back which means i’ll go hunting for these threads again, but just as a warning that i do not have much muse for these characters at this current moment, and my draft count is getting a bit too high, so i’m currently dropping them. you might still get a response at some point! but that might be six months in the future. who knows, my muse is fickle. promise i love you and if you want to still write, my IMs or discord is always open !

ben guillory.

@sheimperial. { x }.

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a/llison h/argreeves.

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d/ick g/rayson.

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t/ony s/tark.

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[cfalcon]

stop discrediting s/am w/ilson and the things he likes  ❨ i.e. tolkien and cats. ❩ 

[sleptwithinthesun]

ahhh for the fall prompts maybe 🌧 for bucky + anyone!

ooh, anon, this feels like it'll be super fluffy... hope you like the fill :D i'm so so sorry this took about eight thousand years to fill and i want to thank you for the request!! here's 1.6K words of fic for you :)

(fill for 🌧 on the fall snz prompts list... written for b/ucky b/arnes and s/am w/ilson from t/fatws, though tisn't s/ambucky.)

It starts drizzling the second they get out of the field.

Normally, this wouldn't be an issue. Sam spent the majority of his childhood on a boat; he's used to getting sprayed by sea foam. It's not like a bit of rain is going to bother him in the slightest. But Bucky, on the other hand...

He glances over at the supersoldier, wincing in sympathy when he sees Bucky scrubbing roughly at his nose. It already look pink and irritated, a look Sam's grown used to seeing on Bucky's features. Apparently, the constant in-and-out of cryostasis HYDRA had put him through had messed with his immune system, and considering everything that's happened since then, it's not a surprise that it arbitrarily decides to completely drop the ball every couple of weeks. It's a miserable but constant occurrence in Bucky's life and something they've both simply had to adapt to.

The point being: Bucky gets sick a lot. Sam helps the best he can.

"You alright?" Sam asks, trying to check in with him subtly, not that it really looks like he needs to. Bucky's distracted, staring blankly at the ground as the raindrops splatter on the asphalt, his eyebrows drawn together in thought. "Bucky, hey."

Bucky glances up at him, eyes wide like he just noticed Sam's talking to him. "What? I'm fine," he dismisses immediately.

"What's going on in that big cyborg brain of yours?" Sam teases, grinning at him and nudging his bicep with an elbow. It's almost easy to forget they were both just in a fight on top of two moving trucks.

Bucky sighs, giving him a sidelong glance before replying, "Sam. Every single one of those people were supersoldiers, don't you think we should be a little more concerned about that than how I'm doing? I mean, how do they even exist?" He scrubs viciously at his nose as he finishes speaking then glares at Sam when he reaches out to pull his arm down. "Quit it. I'm fine."

Sam raises an eyebrow, but drops the subject for now. "If you say so." But before he can move onto the topic of the apparent existence of other supersoldiers besides Bucky, he's interrupted by a truck pulling up next to them and two honks in quick succession. He barely manages to stifle a groan as he sees John in the back, sharing a quick look with Bucky before he starts speaking to them.

"So that didn't go as planned, huh?" he asks, opening the back of the truck to allow the two of them to jump in. Sam keeps walking, though, and Bucky follows his lead, staunchly avoiding John's gaze and scrubbing at his face. Sam presses his lips together, knowing they need to get inside, and soon. "Look, at least we know what we're up against now. And we're pretty sure it's one of the Big Three, so..."

"Aliens, androids, or wizards?" Sam asks, indulging him for a second.

John nods in confirmation. "Pretty sure."

Bucky finally looks up, jaw set so firmly the muscle's spasming. "There's no such thing as wizards," he objects, unable to keep the undertone of frustration out of his voice.

"Then it's aliens, or androids," John amends, oblivious not only to Bucky's anger, but also to the full picture. (Seriously, him? Whoever's in charge of making these kinds of decisions should just pack up and leave while they're already down.)

Sam glances over at John. "Or supersoldiers."

"Shit," interjects the guy across from John. He had some sort of space-y name, Battleship or Galaga or something like that. "Supersoldiers, for real?"

"Yeah." Sam cuts him a look and John follows the action, also glancing over at his partner before raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Wow. Alright, well, then we've got to work together."

"That's not happening," interjects Bucky, barely a second after John finishes his sentence. He's getting angrier with the back-and-forth, that much is obvious, but Sam's starting to think there really isn't another option right now. Goddamnit.

John sighs, holding out a hand in platitude before pointing at himself and the two of them as he speaks. "I think we stand a much better chance if we all just—"

"Just 'cause you carry that shield, it doesn't mean you're Captain America," Bucky snaps, clearing his throat after he speaks. The drizzle is starting to pick up, turning into true rain, and Sam tries to send Bucky a look, let him know that they just have to go along with this for now, but he's looking staunchly ahead and ignoring Sam.

"Maybe not to you, but I am to the rest of the world," he says, tone scarily cold for a couple second before returning to its previous attempt at charm and charisma. "Come on, it's 20 miles to the airport, you guys need a ride. Guys. Gary, stop. Get in."

Bucky finally looks over to Sam, eyes unguarded and asking for him to just deny John's offer, despite the rain that's definitely headed towards a downpour, given the way the wind's picking up and the low rumble of thunder Sam can hear off in the distance. If they were in different circumstances, Sam would brush off John's proposition in a heartbeat, but with the way Bucky's face is losing color and the steadily worsening weather...

"Fine," Sam says, clambering in. Bucky makes no effort to hide his distaste for their company, sitting as far away from both John and the other guy as he can, given the small space. "Can't you put up a tarp, or something like that?"

John scoffs at him, eyes narrowing in condescending disbelief. "What, you can't deal with a little bit of rain?" Sam bites back on a retort, making incredulous eye contact with Bucky instead as John speaks again. "Okay, so we've got eight supersoldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?"

Sam, still trying to process John's attitude, speaks haltingly to him. "They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during The Blip... maybe they're just trying to help."

"That serum doesn't exactly have a great track record," John says, and fuck, it's practically a cue.

Bucky finally surrenders to his body, buckling forward with a quick fit of harsh sneezes that he barely manages to cover. "h'ESHH! ESH'uh! H'ESH-SHUHH!"

"Bless, man," Sam says, glancing at him worriedly. "You alright?"

Bucky nods, ducking his head in embarrassment. "Yeah. Sorry."

"As I was saying," John interrupts pointedly, staring Sam right in the eyes but continuing to avoid looking at Bucky. "We have an issue here, can we deal with it?"

"Could you give us a second?" Sam snaps, not waiting for an answer before he scoots slightly closer to Bucky. "Talk to me," he mutters, low enough that John and Lemar won't hear.

Bucky sniffles, driving another sneeze, this time stifled, into his shoulder. "g'KTCH! Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm messing this whole thing up, aren't I." It's not as much as question as it is a statement of fact, and Bucky just sounds so dejected it's all Sam can do not to draw him into a hug right then and there.

The rain is still picking up, audibly hitting the truck now, and even John is starting to look bothered by it (although, that might just be his general disposition). Sam's really not looking forward to walking back to their base in this weather, but if it's a necessary evil to get them away from John, Sam's willing to do it. It just depends on if Bucky wants to as well.

"You're not messing it up," Sam says. "I don't like him either, and honestly? I'm happy to have an excuse to leave. Are you up to walking the rest of the way back?" Bucky nods, sniffling again and clearing his throat as Sam turns, not looking at John, and calls to the driver. "Stop the car!"

"What are you doing?" John hisses as they both stand up, stepping out of the back of the truck. "We have important matters—"

"We can handle it," Sam tells him. "Come on, Buck. Let's go." It feels more like showmanship than a genuine conversation, but he really doesn't have the energy to continue talking with this guy.

He places a supportive hand on Bucky's back once they're out of sight and can literally feel his ribs expanding as his breath hitches with a frantic kind of desperation. "Just let it happen, man, don't worry about it," he whispers, and Bucky nods breathlessly in response. He's still audibly hitching, coming closer to actual pants at this point with how fast and heavy they're getting, and the dam finally breaks.

The rain starts pouring down on them when Bucky loses any semblance of control he had, falling victim to the will of his nose. "hhH-hIH-HIH'SHHt! SHHUH! ePT'SHUH!" He's bent over with the force of the sneezes, all of them thick and wet and throat-scraping. "h'ESHH-ESHH-h'ESHIEW!"

"Jesus, man, bless," Sam says, watching as Bucky drives a final triple into his elbow before catching his breath. "That was... intense."

"Thangks. Againd, I'mb sorry," Bucky tries, shielding his face from the rain. "Godd, I stdill feel ligke I have to sndeeze."

Sam puts his hand back on Bucky's shoulder, rubbing it gently. "We'll be back in less than twenty minutes, alright? Then you can sneeze as much as you need to."

Bucky laughs lightly, leaning a little more into Sam's touch as they continue down the road. It should seem more intimate than it actually is, but for whatever reason, it just feels right.

This is improvement.

[sleptwithinthesun]

and, the other notebook fic. this behemoth was over four and a half pages long and somehow incomplete when i found it, so. uh. yeah. also, it turns out i lied about this being based off of t/fatws because here we have yet another au, except i'll actually establish this one. anyways, i'm calling it the coffeeverse au (idk why, just go with it) and it features a/llcaps, meaning we've got b/ucky b/arnes, s/am w/ilson, & s/teve r/ogers. tis 3.1K words and i hope u enjoy :D

"You got it?" Steve asks, lifting his end of the box once Sam nods at him. It's not exactly heavy, but the late August sun has been beating down on them all day and it's enough to darken his shirt with sweat. They'd thought this would be a good time to move into their brownstone, but apparently, it's not as cool as they'd thought.

Bucky holds the door open for them, his hair pulled up in a topknot and revealing the undercut he'd gotten a couple weeks ago. "Last one?" He scrunches up his nose like a little bunny as Sam passes him, rubbing it and sniffling.

"Yup," Sam replies, popping the 'p' and maneuvering awkwardly with Steve to get the box to the bedroom. "Then we can assemble this." They put the box on the floor with the other two and Sam lets his gaze flicker between his boyfriends. The three of them had been dating for eight months when Steve proposed the idea of them moving in together. They'd settled on a brownstone in Brooklyn a month ago and they're all moving in today, complete with a new bed from IKEA, which. Well. Sam's interested in seeing how this goes.

They take a minute to cool down, the AC already turned on, and Bucky steps outside to lock the cars. It's the first thing Sam noticed about him, how he was always making sure things were locked or closed or just secure, almost to an obsessive degree. He and Steve'd been working on it with him, but it was a little tough since none of them lived together. At least, until now.

"Alright," Bucky says, reentering the room. "This is supposed to be really hard, right?"

"It's a bed, Buck, how hard can it be?" Steve asks, looking at the first box and blushing when Sam laughs, long and loud.

"It's IKEA, man. They're notorious for making everything harder than it needs to be." Steve scoffs at that.

"We'll see."

-

"What the fuck? I thought we already did this."

"We have to do it again. See, these pieces are over there—"

"How are you so calm about this?" Sam asks, staring incredulously at Bucky, who only shrugs and rubs at his nose. "Okay, come on. This is the last part."

Bucky slides the board over to Steve, and the latter start putting the last drawer-thing together as Sam looks over the instructions. "Why would we put the wheels on last?" he mutters, picking them up. "Steve, flip it over once you're done, there are wheels."

"Where are these even supposed to go?" Steve asks him, sliding the last board into place. "Under the bed?"

"Apparently so," Sam replies, flipping the booklet around to show them. It depicts the bed with the two drawer-things tucked under it as storage, which seems cool but probably won't be utilized.

Steve sighs, handing them each a screwdriver so they can attach the wheels faster. Their work is done in silence as they screw in the wheels on one drawer, and then the other, then finally turn it right-side up and slide them under the bed. Steve and Bucky have already set the mattress down, meaning that Sam gets to make the bed while they find glasses from one of the boxed labeled 'KITCHEN'. It doesn't take too long, and Steve and Bucky return just as Sam sets the third and final pillow down.

"Aw, Sammy, it looks great," Steve says, tucking an arm around his waist and leaning into his side while handing over a glass of water, the whole thing one fluid motion. "Now we just have to decide who's sleeping where."

Sam is the smallest (though not by much), so it would make sense for him to be in the middle, but at the same time, he also really doesn't want to be there. There's something about the placement that just puts him off. Plus, Steve and Bucky run hot and cold, respectively, and he doesn't really want to be in between that.

As if reading his mind, Bucky speaks up, smiling softly at the two of them. "I can take the middle, if you want, and then me and Steve can balance each other out a bit." He rubs his nose again after he speaks, the pink color it's taking on hinting that he's been doing it more often than what Sam's noticed. He frowns a little, taking a sip of his water as Steve gives him a soft smile.

"That sounds great," he says. "Sam, do you want the right or the left side?"

He takes a moment to think, a second away from answering when Bucky sneezes softly into his elbow. "hi'shiew!"

"Bless you," Steve says, a worried crease appearing between his eyebrows when Bucky sneezes a second time. "Bless you again." He looks like he wants to say more but refrains, turning back to Sam.

"I'll take the right," Sam tells him, tilting his head towards Bucky in the way that means let's talk about this and Steve nods in agreement. "Bless, Buck."

Their boyfriend nods in acknowledgement, sniffling lightly, then apologizes. "Sorry, excuse me."

Sam sends Steve another Look, then drops it as Bucky brings his gaze back up to them. "How about we shower, then unpack a little."

"You guys can go ahead. I'll start with the kitchen," Bucky offers, trying and failing to rub his nose discreetly. He's quick to leave the room, and Steve and Sam can hear him putting the rest of the glasses into the cabinet.

"Think he's alright?" Steve murmurs opening the box labeled 'BATHROOM'. Bucky tends to get evasive when he's sick, but he's not the type to fall ill in the summer, or even fall.

"I hope so. We can go out to dinner tonight, see how he is then and check on him again tomorrow morning," Sam replies, taking out the body wash. "You ready?"

Steve grins and pulls off his shirt.

-

It's still dark outside when Sam wakes up, confused. He's tired from yesterday, what with all of the furniture arranging and unpacking, so why—

"h'ngxt! huh'eSHT-kSSht!"

Squinting through the dark lets Sam see Bucky, partially sat up and hitching at the edge of the bed, doing his best to keep quiet. It's working, sort of, though he's worse off for it and Sam questions how long he's been doing this. Bucky was fine during dinner, had actually seemed a little brighter. There's no way this on-and-off sneezing is from an illness; it has to be an allergic reaction to something.

Steve is still asleep, but with how this is going, he might not be for much longer. For now, though, Sam settles for pulling the sheets aside and placing a gentle hand on Bucky's back as he stifles again.

"hih'XXT! g'SHht!" He looks over his shoulder, twisting slightly to meet Sam's eyes. "Shit, Sammy, sorry," he rasps, voice halfway gone already.

"Don't be, Buck," Sam soothes, shuffling closer to him. "You been like this for a while?"

Bucky sniffles and immediately starts hitching again, pinching his nose and shuddering forward with silent sneezes so rapidly Sam can't count them. "Nodt long. Ten mindutes, maybe?"

"Bless," Sam says pointedly. "Allergies?"

He nods, seemingly given a moment's respite. "Think so. No idea whadt's sedtting me off, though."

Sam moves in closer to examine his boyfriend, noting how his entire face is slightly puffy and his eyes are red and starting to get watery. He looks the same way he does in the middle of spring, all worn-out and only partly conscious. "Do you want me to wake Steve up?"

"Ndo," Bucky replies instantly. "It's ohhkay. Just ndeed to find my meds and I'll be fide."

Sam takes a second to translate congested-Bucky-speak in his head. "Do you know what box your meds would be in?"

His face crumples even before he sneezes again, a clear indication that they probably won't find them until they unpack everything, or at least, the majority. Somehow, Bucky digs up a run of six, seven, eight sneezes and holds them back so firmly a tear slips from his eye, one that Sam reaches up and thumbs away. "Just let yourself sneeze, love," he whispers, sighing internally at Bucky's stubbornness.

"We dond't have tih— tissues," Bucky points out, jerking against Sam with a harsher double. "gh'KTch! h'ESH'uh!" He doesn't quite manage the stifle on the second one, but he straightens up with a congested, relieved sigh. The metal shoulder is cold through the thin material of Bucky's sleep shirt, and Sam himself is only wearing boxers.

"Bless," Sam says again, standing up and pressing a kiss to Bucky's forehead. "Let's get you to the living room, alright?"

Bucky nods, letting Sam pull him to his feet as he speaks. "I'm sorry about all... this." He gestures at his face, indicating his swollen sinuses and now-streaming eyes.

"For being allergic? Yeah, no. You can't help it, and besides, I'd rather help you now than wake up and find you suffering alone."

He lets Bucky figure himself out on the couch, going back into their room to get dressed and wake Steve up, his fingers trailing over Steve's neck as he pulls on a shirt. "Sammy? 'S going on?" he slurs, not yet fully awake.

"Something's triggering Bucky's allergies, but we don't know what it is. Or have meds, or tissues." He doesn't even get halfway through the first sentence before Steve is out of bed, grabbing a pair of slightly-too-small sweatpants from a moving box.

"Is he alright?" Steve asks quietly, giving himself a shake as he wakes up a little more.

Sam shrugs. "He's pretty miserable. Looks the same way he did last April, all puffy and sad-puppy-dog eyed." Steve huffs out a laugh at that, following Sam to the living room and pulling Bucky's hair back from his face to look at it, pausing when he sees the look Bucky sends Sam.

"I thoughdt I told you nodt to wake him up..."

Steve pulls a hair tie off his wrist and pulls Bucky's hair back into a bun, not dissimilar to how it had looked while they were unloading. His hand strokes along the undercut and down the nape of his neck. "It's alright, darlin'. I don't mind." He turns Bucky's face back towards himself, wincing when he sees just how swollen his eyes and sinuses are. "Sam, could you—"

"Let me find one," Sam answers, walking into the kitchen and searching for a hand towel as well as listening to Steve fuss over their boyfriend while he does so. The hand towels aren't hard to find, and Sam decides to wet one and bring another, hopefully in lieu of tissues. Just in time, too, since Bucky's sneezing again, harsh and desperate and itchy.

"hKgxxt! gh'SHT!"

"Ble—"

"h'XTCH'uh! h'XGT-nSHHt!"

"—ss you. Stop stifling, Buck. It's okay." Steve smiles at Sam when he walks back in, gratefully taking the dampened towel from his hands and pressing it to Bucky's face, their boyfriend relaxing slightly. "Thanks. Do you want to go to the store, or do you want to stay here with him?"

"I'll stay," Sam says, then quieter, adds, "I'll see if I can get him to stop stifling; he's just going to make himself worse."

Steve nods in agreement, wiping the cloth over Bucky's face lightly. "I'm going to get you some Benadryl and tissues, okay?"

Bucky shakes his head a little, and Sam swears he can feel his heart sink. It's been nine months since they moved from close friends to boyfriends, and Bucky's still uncomfortable with letting them take care of him. They know it's got everything to do with HYDRA's programming and conditioning, but they'd thought he was starting to get better. Recovery isn't linear, Sam reminds himself.

Steve's hand lands on Sam's arm, eyes telling him to dwell on it later. He nods, moving to sit next to Bucky on the couch as Steve pulls on his shoes. "Come here, love," he murmurs, pulling Bucky over to that he's leaning into Sam's left side. "You're okay."

Bucky snuffles into Sam's shoulder, letting him rub the damp washcloth over his face again. "I'mb sorry, Samb..."

"Hey, hey, no. None of that," Sam scolds lightly. "Neither of us are upset with you."

"Budt I'mb takigg away fromb your sleeb," Bucky tries to protest, then lifts his hand again only for Sam to grab his wrist. "Samb, I'mb— hh-hih! —godda—"

"I gotcha," he tells Bucky, holding up the other hand towel. "Don't stifle, okay?"

Bucky doesn't have a choice but to lean into Sam, his hitching breaths rapid. "hih-hi'SHUH! eSH'uh! hi-hih-h'eshiEW! hept'SHUH!"

Sam strokes his neck gently as he breathes in again, frowning when he feels a series of bumps. Before he can say anything, however, Bucky shudders forward with another round of sneezes, not stopping until nearly half a minute later. "Fugk," he croaks, but Sam's distracted.

"Buck, hey, are these hives?" he asks, concern bleeding into his voice. "Hold on, let me get the light. Close your eyes just in case." Sam slides the dimmer up, biting at his lip when he sees Bucky.

Hives are forming on his neck, the back of it pinkish and bumpy. They're crawling across his flesh arm too, mottling the skin and turning it an angry red. There's only one allergen that does this to Bucky, but Sam doesn't know when Bucky would have come into contact with it, unless, maybe...

"Did the previous owners have a cat?" he breathes, meeting Bucky's streaming eyes. "Oh, shit."

Cats are the worst thing Bucky can be exposed to. He loves them so much and always pets the ones Clint and Natasha have, even thought it's guaranteed he'll get hives from just being around their fur, much less touching it. There's a small period of time where Bucky's actually okay, but that's over almost as soon as it begins. He'll get itchy and congested after only fifteen minutes if he's actively engaged with it and forty-five minutes, tops, if he's just hanging out near them. The hives start appearing around the same time for both and they're quick to spread around his body, hence Sam crossing the room again and lifting up Bucky's shirt. Sure enough, they're reaching across his chest, red welts that'll only get bigger the longer Bucky's exposed to the fur. Sam actually hisses when he sees them, dropping the shirt and gently brushing against the metal arm, aware that it's the only part of Bucky that isn't going to be horribly itchy and inflamed.

Bucky tenses and for a second, Sam thinks he's going to sneeze again. He wouldn't be surprised; the last time they'd visited Clint and Natasha, Bucky had spent an hour with Liho and Alpine, then proceeded to have an allergy attack so bad Steve almost took him to the emergency room. But no, instead, he lets out a scratchy series of coughs and Sam fumbles for his phone, only able to hope that Steve took his with him as he takes a couple steps away from Bucky.

By some miracle, Steve picks up on the second ring. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"He's fine," Sam sighs, then reevaluates. "Well, not fine, but he's holding up."

"So what happened?"

"He's being set off by cats," Sam tells him. "I think the previous owners had one; Bucky's all hivey. They're not too bad yet, but we both know where this is going to end up."

"Yeah," Steve sighs. "Alright, I'll make sure to grab a tube of hydrocortisone. Keep an eye on the hives, alright?"

"Of course. See you soon. I love you."

"See you soon. Love you more, darling." Steve hangs up after that, and Sam turns back to Bucky. There's really not much they can do right now besides vacuum the hell out of the place, and Sam's pretty sure that the one vacuum they have is disassembled in one of the boxes somewhere. They're not going to get to it anytime soon, though. Once Steve gets home, he can give Bucky a triple dose of antihistamines, considering how bad the attack is and his supersoldier metabolism, but for now, it's just a waiting game.

He walks back to the couch, poking gently at the hives on the back of Bucky's neck while he blows his nose into the towel. There's a few minutes of silence, enough for Bucky to start making himself feel slightly normal again, now that it seems the sneezing's died down, at least a little bit. "How bad do they feel?" he whispers.

Bucky shrugs. "They're not too bad, not yet. I've been worse."

"I know you have," Sam says quietly, stroking the metal arm. He sits down next to his boyfriend a couple seconds later, the two of them assuming the same position as before. "You know Steve and I love you, right? More than anything else in the world. The three of us, we're more than a team, more than a unit. We're each other's fucking everything, the be-all, end-all of our lives. There's nothing you could do that would make us stop loving you."

He pretends the tears in Bucky's eyes are just from the reaction, for Bucky's sake. "I don't think I'd be able to stop loving you," he admits quietly. "Ever."

That's big. That's huge, really, and Sam wishes more than anything Steve could have just heard him say that, because wow. They all know their love is as strong as spider silk, but Bucky's always been more cautious with his words than he and Steve.

"I wouldn't, either," a voice says from the doorway, and they both look up to see Steve standing at the threshold of the living room. Sam feels his face split into a grin as he crosses the room, settling on Bucky's other side with a plastic bag. "You two are the only people I know I'd die without," he tells them, opening a box of antihistamines and handing a tube of hydrocortisone to Sam. "I need you both."

It's effortless, from there, for them to lean into a three-way-kiss, something they've struggled with in the past but they fit together so easily in this moment. Sam can feel both Steve's and Bucky's lips against his own and their breath on his face and for a handful of seconds that feel like forever and nothing at all, they're all breathing the same air.

Bucky pulls away first, sneezing suddenly into his shoulder. "hi'SHH-SHUHh! ESH'uh!"

"Oh," Steve says, innocent, kissing him again once he's finished. "Bless you. We should probably open those antihistamines now."

"Might be a good idea." Bucky smiles at him and Sam, curling up between them once he's taken the medicine and the hydrocortisone is rubbed onto the worst of the hives. "Thank you. I love you."