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Captain America: Brave New World sambucky gifset (part 1 of 7)

[buckypascal]

Steve made a mistake. No, he didn't.

[ex0rin]

CA: TWS | CA: BNW ✨husbands✨

[leeleetaw]

I just love how Bucky's gaze toward Sam changed through out the series. It went from cold and mindless stare to admired, trusting and comforting gaze. It's fascinating to watch their relationship development through the way Bucky slowly shifted how he look at Sam. (And how his actions changed for the better too but honestly i like when the character show the smallest gesture of shifting emotions on their face but it's like so bland and so damn obvious at the same time just like how his eyes show how much in love Bucky is for Sam fr fr)

[staying-elive]

It's no secret that I loathe Sabra/Ruth and think that role should've been filled by Sharon Carter, but it just makes so much sense!

As former SHIELD and CIA, there's no reason to doubt that Sharon could've manoeuvred her way into being Ross's head of security or some high position. (If a foreign former Black Widow can, Sharon definitely can.)

Plus, it could've continued her being secretly the Power Broker. Especially since adamantium is now on the table, i think we could've easily tied those plots together. If she's a weapons dealer/crime lord, of course she'd want to be whispering in the ear of the US president in order to get close to that.

And Sam uncovering that plot? Betrayal! It could've shown Sam's traits in believing the best in people, particularly those he considers friends, and his loyalty, and being betrayed could bring about some end of act 2 angst but by the end, recommits to his belief in people can be better. (Throw in Bucky a little, being suss on Sharon cos I love the TFATWS moments where he seems jealous of the Sam/Sharon flirty moments.)

Ohh, if the Sharon reveal happened after Joaquin is shot down, you could still have the beautiful hospital scene, Sharon enters as Bucky leaves ("Well he's a ray of sunshine/friendly as always /sarcasm). And then maybe she says something that triggers Sam's suspicion and then bam Act 3 action! (Dunno how the Leader and Hulk Ross still tie in, but idc it's a Cap film, not a Hulk sequel).

Actually, the more I mull over this, the more I'm remembering this rather excellent SamBucky fic called Spycraft for Beginners.

I mean look at this shady queen. I've seen Revenge

Basically, I'm realising I want a beautiful Frankenstein of Brave New World and this fic to add to my incredibly-specific-mental-rewrite of the MCU which is canon compliant in all ways except the things i personally have a grudge against. 😂🤣

[buck-star]

His haven, his sanctuary

The demons of his past still haunt him in the depth of his dreams. But what if there is finally someone who’s not afraid, who doesn’t let Bucky push him away?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

Wordcount: 2.441 Words

Warnings/Tags: friends to lovers, nightmare, angst, hurt/comfort, kisses, fluff

Authors Note: My first SamBucky Oneshot. Shout out to @holylulusworld for encouraging me to write this one. Divider made by me.

Events: Seasonal delights Bingo: Types of love [I5 | Two beds but it doesn’t change a thing | @seasonaldelightsbingo], Marvel OC Hub Bingo [Row Two-Two| Character you have never written before | @marvel-oc-hub], Fandom-Free Bingo: Dream Edition [Row Two-Three | Surprise Kiss | @fandom-free-bingo]

Masterlist | SamBucky Masterlist

A loud scream followed by the thrumming sound of fists punching against wood caused Sam to sit up straight in bed. The sounds echo loudly through the house like the punches are set right next to him. He takes a deep breath, his heart racing in his chest, hammering against his ribcage. For a moment he looks around the room, trying to find the source of the noise until the sleepy haze fades and he realizes where the sounds come from – Bucky.

With a soft sigh, he runs his hands over his face, wiping away the remains of the sleep before he gets out of the bed. Sam hisses immediately when his warm feet connect with the cold, wooden floor, but his thoughts don’t stay long at the coolness when another scream comes from the guest room.

Bucky’s words settle back into Sam’s mind, the worries Bucky had that he might interrupt Sam’s sleep when he’s sleeping there. Bucky hasn't had a night without nightmares, without crying and screaming in ages, so this was no different. But letting someone witness his vulnerability and fear during and after his nightmares was something new for him. And he felt guilty for only the possibility of waking Sam up in the middle of the night because of his nightmares.

The demons in Bucky’s mind come out at night, haunting him even in the depth of the night. They are always there, sometimes quieter and sometimes louder. And mostly in the night they are screaming, shadowing everything and leaving no room for anything else but the darkness.

But even though Sam knew about the nightmares and assured Bucky that his interrupted sleep would be fine, he noticed the guilt in the ocean blue eyes of Bucky. Sam hated the slightly hidden but still visible expression of pain in the blue orbs of the other man.

Sam walks through the hallway to the half-closed door of the guest room, quietly pushing the door further open. Bucky’s lying with the blanket tangled around his sweaty body in the bed; his arms and legs are somehow stuck in the soft blanket, and he tries to fight to get it away from him.

The brunette is sweating, his eyes scrunched shut and narrowed while his brown locks stuck to his forehead. Bucky tosses and turns in the bed; his fingers are tightly curled around the fabric of the blanket as he tucks it harshly. It only causes the blanket to wrap tighter around his limbs while Bucky’s breath picks up and his cries become more desperate.

“Bucky?” Sam tries softly. His heart aches at the sight of the other man suffering from the nightmare. Sam knows that Bucky mentioned it’s risky to get close to him during nightmares; he might choke the other person or punch around himself.

Bucky tugs once more at the blanket, his hands crashing into the headboard when the blanket gives in to the force of his movements. The skin of Bucky’s knuckles of his right hand is breaking, causing blood to seep out of the wounds, but it’s still not enough to wake him up.

Sam doesn’t want to upset Bucky by overstepping his boundaries and touching him. But the moment his brown eyes land on the man drowning in his panic that’s caused by his nightmare, and even causing pain through the ministrations of him punching the headboard of the bed, Sam ignores the thoughts of getting hit or choked by Bucky.

He moves over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it while he moves his hands to Bucky’s shoulder, shaking it softly. For a moment the brunette stops tugging at the blanket, his brows still furrowed, but he doesn’t move. “Bucky?”

The ocean blue orbs of the man tangled in his blanket flutter open, wide and scared when he stares at Sam, who’s softly smiling down. Bucky breathes heavily, his eyes scanning the room before they settle back on Sam, who keeps his hand on Bucky’s flesh shoulder.

“You’re good, all safe here, Buck,” Sam mumbles, watching the confusion and fear in Bucky’s expression slowly fading. They are replaced by relief and a hint of sadness while Bucky keeps struggling against the blanket to get free from him. “Wait, let me help you. You got tangled in there pretty much, huh?”

Sam turns on the bed, helping Bucky to free his limbs from the fabric and revealing even a few marks on the skin of the other man. Softly, to not startle Bucky, Sam moves his fingers over the marks the blanket left because of the tightness and strength Bucky used to wrap it around himself.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky mutters, leaning his head back into the pillow. He takes a deep breath, wiping away the stains of his tears while he stares at the ceiling. “Didn’t want to wake you up or cause trouble.”

Sam chuckles softly, shaking his head while he puts the blanket down on the bed next to Bucky. His hands reach out to Bucky’s right hand, softly lifting it to have a better look at the bruised knuckles.

“We have to clean these,” Sam points out, but Bucky shakes his head. “I won’t discuss that with you, Buck. We will clean these wounds.”

“It’s not that bad; it’s just bruised. I don’t even feel them, really,” Bucky mutters, letting his head fall to the side to look at Sam. His ocean blue eyes are still filled with so much guilt and sadness, and it pulls at Sam’s heartstrings. “You should get back to sleep; I will be fine. But thanks.”

Sam sighs, running one of his hands over his face before facing Bucky once again. The tears are still filling Bucky’s eyes, threatening to just roll down his cheeks the moment he blinks. Sam has never seen the other man so vulnerable and hurt, but something inside of him screams at him to help the lost soldier, to help him find whoever he wants to be now.

“Please, let me help you,” Sam mutters.

“You can’t help me. I can’t even help myself, Sam. I don’t need help–“ Bucky says, his tone harsh and louder than wanted. Sam opens his mouth to say anything but gets interrupted by the other man. “And no, you can’t fix me. There’s nothing to fix.”

With that, Sam gets off the bed, nodding his head. Bucky looks at him with widened eyes, hating and loving the fact that Sam accepts Bucky’s words. As much as he loves that Sam is leaving him alone, the emptiness inside of him only grows, the need for love and assurance.

Bucky turns his head to stare at the ceiling again. He listens to his heartbeat; it's beating in a steady rhythm, but it doesn’t soothe his mind. The demons are only waiting to break free, to haunt him into the darkest corners before they will break every little part that’s left of him.

Sam’s footsteps get quieter, and Bucky sighs heavily. He didn’t mean to push Sam away, but he can’t have anyone close to him. Not when he’s so broken and hurt; is someone supposed to be around him with all these broken parts he hasn’t collected off the ground now? How can someone possibly like the monster he is?

“I know you said you don’t want it, but I will just ignore you. Because that’s what I can do best,” Sam says softly after a moment of silence. Bucky flinches at the sudden sound of Sam’s voice next to him; he hasn’t even noticed the other man walking back into the bedroom.

Bucky nods, his heart feeling lighter. Sam takes a seat next to him again, taking Bucky’s hand to clean the cuts he caused with the punch against the headboard. Bucky keeps his eyes on the ceiling, swallowing thickly as he thinks about anything he could say.

“I’m sorry,” is the only sentence that comes into his mind. He’s sorry, so sorry. For waking Sam up, for pushing him away, for needing him. “I’m so sorry, Sam.”

“For what?”

“Everything. I didn’t mean to wake you up. The first thing in the morning will be packing my stuff,” Bucky mutters, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. He takes a deep breath, trying to wipe his tears away with his flesh hand, but Sam keeps it in a firm grip. “Can you please, just for a second?”

“Why don’t you use your left hand?” Sam asks, noticing the way Bucky refuses to do a lot when he would have to do it with his left hand. He barely touches a person with his metal hand, only doing work with it when it’s necessary. “Do you have trouble with your arm?”

“It hurts,” Bucky mutters and tries to free his hand once again, but Sam doesn’t let him. Both of them know that if Bucky would like to, he could easily pull his hand out of Sam’s grip.

“Your arm hurts?”

“No. But everything… This arm is supposed to hurt everyone; it makes me a monster,” Bucky says quietly, feeling even more tears in his eyes as a sob wrecks through his shaking body. “It’s the only purpose of that arm, Sam.”

Sam nods, releasing Bucky’s hand but reaching for his metal hand. Bucky’s eyes widen when he feels the warmth and softness of Sam’s hand touching the cool metal. He tries to pull away, afraid to hurt Sam with it, but Sam only shakes his head and places Bucky’s metal hand in one of his hands.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Sam whispers, stroking the back of Bucky’s hand.

“Please, I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky breathes out, his breath heavier and his eyes blown wide. His chest rises and falls rapidly, but he doesn’t pull further when Sam keeps his focus on Bucky’s hand. “Sam, please. I might hurt you.”

“How? Metal doesn’t hurt when it doesn’t have any sharp edges, and your hand doesn’t look like it, does it?” He asks, and Bucky shakes his head, slowly sitting up. He watches Sam intensely, making sure that nothing in his arm is going to hurt the other man. “There’s nothing about your arm that hurts me.”

Sam even dares to bring the metal hand to his cheek, sliding the cool fingers along his neck before they reach his chin, and Sam curls Bucky’s fingers around it. Bucky’s breath hitches when Sam moves his hand, his eyes trailing along the way Sam moves the metal hand.

“Do-Does it hurt?”

Sam shakes his head with a soft smile and lets go of Bucky’s hand. But instead of pulling away, Bucky keeps his hand where it is, slowly tracing his thumb over Sam’s cheeks and jawline.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t let you touch me if it would hurt. But it doesn’t.” Sam assures, their eyes meeting, and for a moment there’s nothing except the two of them. Bucky’s tongue darts out, wetting his plump lips before he looks back at his thumb that’s now sliding over Sam’s warm lips. “Do you trust me, Buck?”

“I think I have to,” Bucky mutters, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he nods to underline his statement. “I trust you.”

“Lay back,” Sam says, and Bucky immediately does just that. He lays back down, his hand sliding down from Sam’s chin to his shoulder and muscular chest before he lets both of his hands fall down on the mattress next to him. “Close your eyes.”

“And then you’re the prince in shining armor?”

“Knight, Bucky. It's ‘knight in shining armor.’ But no,” Sam laughs softly and gets off the bed. Bucky listens to the other man’s footsteps, his eyes shut and a frown forming on his face. “You’re getting wrinkles when you look like that.”

“I’m 108, Sam,” Bucky mutters, shaking his head slightly with a smile. He relaxes his face, sighing softly when the empty side of the bed is lowered by Sam, and he feels the other man lying down next to him. Bucky’s swallowing thickly, keeping his eyes closed as he whispers. “What are you doing?”

“Lying next to you,” Sam says. He inches closer to Bucky before he wraps one of his arms around the other man’s waist and pulls him with his back flush against his warm chest. “You good?”

Bucky nods, tensing slightly at the sudden movement but relaxing just after when he feels the warmth and softness of Sam’s body pressing against his. Bucky hums softly, inhaling deeply to take in more of the scent that’s surrounding him – so manly, and a bit of the shower gel Sam uses; it’s just so Sam. It smells just like home.

“It feels… warm,” Bucky sighs, leaning his head back against Sam’s shoulder. “But if you want to sleep, you–“

“Should not go back into my room because you might hurt me,” Sam interrupts. With a low growl, Bucky presses himself further against the other man before he brings his metal hand to place on top of Sam’s. Sam’s hand trails soft patterns over Bucky’s chest and stomach, caressing the soft skin. “You can try to push me out of the bed as much as you want, but I’m glued to it now. And if you decide to choke me in the middle of your sleep, it’s hopefully a dirty dream you have.”

“Idiot.” Bucky chuckles. “Can you stay the night?”

“Definitely. And the next too. And the one after. And the one after that other night,” Sam sighs, pressing his lips to Bucky’s shoulder before he pulls the blanket over the two of them and wraps himself tighter around Bucky.

Bucky hums and interlaces their fingers with a soft chuckle. He turns his head, looking into the soft brown eyes of Sam. “Thank you,” he mutters with a soft smile. His heart is filled with a warmth he hasn’t felt in a long while, at least not like that. With Sam around, he has always felt comfortable and safe, but the feeling of the other man being so close feels like he’s finally where he wants to be – his haven, his sanctuary.

“You’re welcome, Buck. But don’t tangle us in the blanket. We can tangle our limbs together, but I’m not sure how to untangle us once you have us tangled together with the blanket,” Sam chuckles, causing the other man to laugh softly too as he pushes himself back against Sam as a threat to push him out of bed. Sam wraps his legs around Bucky’s, tangling them together. “Now you‘re tangled with me; no blanket tangling games tonight, Buck.”

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[siancore]

You slowly getting to me. My dashboard is being swarmed with Sam Bucky stuff lately outside of you….I’m becoming interested.

Got to see what this is all about..you’re getting me curious every day🤭🤭🤭

You should be interested! They’re such a good pairing. So much potential. I mean, this is how it started:

Then they walked off together under the setting Louisiana sun:

Not to mention Bucky looks at Sam like THAT. And like this:

Well, they look at each other like this:

And they’re pretty much dumbasses around each other. Bucky jumped out of a plane with no parachute to follow Sam. Sam went along with Bucky’s half-assed plan. Then there’s the banter. They’re like that in the comic books, too:

ALSO, the fic writers in the SamBucky fandom are some of the best in the MCU fandom.

The actors have the most entertaining press junkets ever, and are a delight to watch in general:

I hope you become more and more interested in SamBucky. I’m here if you ever need to scream about them 🧡

[kilibaggins]

A Wilson Christmas | Sambucky

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Request: From my New Years Celebration (which is still open) from @iignissfatuus : 🍎 sambucky, bucky joining sam's family for christmas week/weekend and him seeing the chaos during christmas dinner

A/N: my new years celebration is completely open still so head over there with the link and send me some stuff! i'd appreciate it <3 i loved writing this and i hope it fits how you saw it when requesting. this is a lot longer than i planned considering my celebration is supposed to be short fics but here i am… ADSFLJKJAsd

Words: 1441

Christmas with the Wilsons is nothing short of magical. Sam, who literally spent hours putting up the tree in the living room, let Bucky put on the lights. It was his way of showing Bucky that he was a part of the family. Bucky doesn't admit how emotional that makes him, but he thinks that Sam could tell by the way he wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek when Bucky got even quieter than usual.s

There are decorations everywhere, lights, wreaths, ornaments hung up on hooks on the walls, and Christmas paintings, it's like he walked into a stereotypical house from a Hallmark movie.

Bucky loves it. He loves the little coasters with cute snowflakes on them that Sarah made by hand, the paper snowflakes hanging in the air that the boys made, and every other little detail that brings together this wonder Christmas landscape for him to enjoy.

This morning when he and Sam were woken up by the insistent loud banging on their door at 6:47 AM, Bucky forced himself to get up, woke Sam up, and they had all made their way to the large tree with all the neatly wrapped presents.

Well… Some of them were neatly wrapped. Some were thrown together with too much tape, Aj, and some were thrown together with too much paper, Cass, and some were just outright… A little wonky. They could thank Bucky, who had not wrapped a Christmas present since the 1940s.

They had all opened their gifts and it had been wonderful. The kids each got Bucky a little keychain to add to his ever-growing set of keys. Who knew actually doing things outside of assassinations could make you accumulate so many keys? The key to the house, a key to Sam's car, a key to Sarah's car for when Sam was busy out and Sarah was busy in the house, the key to the old truck that Sam's been fixing up for him, even a key to his AND Sam's work. It's a little absurd.

Sarah had given him an old cookbook of hers, something passed down to her by her aunt. It's a beautiful one with handwritten notes on the edges. She told him that she'd noticed how interested he was in cooking and wanted to open that world to him more… She also said that now that he has a cookbook he has no excuse not to cook and Bucky had laughed.

Sam, wonderful Sam, gave him an antique chest with a few items inside. An old photo of the howling commandos, an old bottle opener, and varying other items. But one thing caught his eye. The bottom held a book. He pulled it out and stared at it with a smile on his face. There the book was sitting in his lap, and when he opened it he could tell how old it was. Something like this, at that age, must have been hard to find. He had thanked Sam and pulled him into a big hug and he could hear AJ and Cass whispering amongst themselves that next year they'd have to get him more keychains to beat that.

When Bucky and Sam first started dating the first gift Sam gave him was 'The Hobbit' trilogy of movies. Sam had insisted that even though Bucky might hate it since it was fairly different from the book itself, he just had to watch it. They sat on the couch and watched all the movies in one sitting and Sam couldn't believe when Bucky told him he loved it. Bucky's still not sure if the love he has for the movies is because of Sam or because of the movies themselves.

Bucky's gift… Paled a bit in comparison. At least, he thinks it did, but Sam's face lit up and it made Sam happy when Bucky embarassedly handed over the two smal gifts he got Sam. The first one Sam opened was a painting of the backyard on a small wooden board. It had taken Bucky hours and Sam knows that because Bucky had forced Sam to go on a trip to the store and kept texting him every half hour to stay away.

The second was in a small cardboard box and when Sam opened ithis eys widened. It was a key to Bucky's apartment. The one thing that Sam didn't have access to because it was always Bucky's "safe space" that he could run to, even Bucky's therapist had said at the begininng of their relationship it'd be best if Bucky left his apartment to meet with Sam just so he had his own space.

Bucky had awkwardly explained how he talked to his therapist about being ready to give Sam the key, and she had thought it'd be a good idea. Bucky had been quick to say it didn't have to mean anything but that after everything, after the way they accept him into his home the way they had, he was finally able to return the favor. Sam had teared up and hugged him and Bucky's never felt so loved than he did in that moment.

Even though Bucky saw how much it meant to him he still couldn't see how his gifts were anything compared to what Sam has given him. A new life… A christmas.

He used to love Christmas, back when he still had his family to be around. It was a small holiday, nothing too special, nothing like this. It was something that brought them together though. Christmas dinner was quiet, comfortable, and safe. It was Bucky's favorite night of the year.

Bucky wasn't entirely expecting the pure chaos to come from the Wilson family Christmas Dinner. He probably should have, he's seen the cookouts, but he didn't really expect half of the town - yes he's aware it's an exaggeration, Sam - to show up and squeeze into the small little house. There are people everywhere. Couples singing to the Christmas music playing in the living room, Sarah and her girlfriend cooking some dessert as everyone crowds around them in the kitchen, Sam talking to some of the locals about the boat, it all seems so perfect but way too loud all at once. Bucky is trying to keep track of the conversation with Sam and a friend of theirs, Jake, as a few of the kids try to grab his arm. It's getting a bit… Overwhelming.

Bucky throws a fake smile at the kids and tries not to get too freaked as more people join the party. How many people did Sam invite, the whole neighborhood? It's only 3 pm and everyone is already crowding in before the dinner at 5. Even though it feels like the whole neighborhood, he knows there are probably only 10 people excluding Sarah, Sam, Aj, Cass, and himself. He takes a deep steadying breath and he feels a warm hand on his lower back. He looks over at Sam to see him smiling softly at him.

"Let's go get a breather," Sam whispers in his ear. He turns to the guy he's talking to and flashes his winning smile. "Gonna go get some air. Getting pretty crowded in here, even for me."

Bucky feels grateful for the escape as Sam takes him to the backyard and sits him down in one of their chairs. Sam sits next to him and gives him a knowing look, which Bucky chooses to ignore.

"Lot of people," Bucky says simply, nodding. Sam chuckles and nods.

"Yup. Warned you it'd be a bit much for you. You doing alright?" Sam asks, reaching out and taking his hand. Bucky smiles and nods.

"Oh, yeah. Great. It's… It's nice. Just. A lot." Bucky admits, shrugging. Sam smiles and kisses his hand.

"Just let me know when it gets to be too much. I'll rescue you. Knight in shining armor, the whole deal." Sam says, nodding seriously.

"The pretties knight to exist." Bucky snarks, trying to keep a straight face before laughing. Sam rolls his eyes and stands up, stretching. "Getting old, there?"

"Oh shut it, gramps." Sam jokes. He leans down and gives Bucky a kiss. "Come back in when you're ready. Nobody'll judge."

"Got it. See you soon."

"See ya, baby," Sam says, before patting his shoulder and walking back in.

Bucky takes a few moments to breathe in the chill air. Yeah, he's happy here. He goes back inside and is instantly bombarded by kids on both sides, asking him hundreds of questions at a thousand miles an hour and when he looks up he sees Sam laughing.

This is perfect.

[sambucko]

It’s crazy to watch it with the Sambucky mind set, I’ve done it and it makes me yearn so much for them. Like look at how Bucky stays looking at Sam even when Sam turned away. That’s love.

I watched Endgame with a SamBucky perspective for the first time. I can only imagine the joy of the early fans.

If I had known... this is the first time I stopped crying about Tony's death before the end.

Sambucky: The solution to all your problems

[logicheartsoul]

COMPARISON SERIES: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes Doing The Iconic Handshake trailer vs episode

[userpeggycarter]

Bucky's type is dark hair, brown eyes. ❤️

[leeleetaw]

Guys is there any fic rec for Sambucky!Hydra AU? Or a fic where the role got switched between Sam and Bucky? Like the setting is Sam became the one got brainwashed and work for Hydra and Bucky is not yk yk. I'm just in the mood for some intense angst and i swear i fall inlove with that AU cause goddamnn the hurt/comfort tag for that AU is banger.

[sambucko]

There was a sambucky fic I just remembered looking at this gif set, were one of them, don’t remember who, shouted at the other “not for me when it comes to you” something like that. And I remember every comment on that fic was about that line. Now I have the extreme urge to read it again I don’t remember what fic it was or who wrote it. Goddamn

— Grief Lessons: Four plays by Euripides

[barneswilsonrogers]

Cap 4 begin filming in March and Thunderbolts in June!

[olisgifs]

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I saw your tags, @apsiringghostmusicians:

#the daily sambucky fluff diary#the images#“sam” warmth penetrating “bucky” to wake up slowly with no nightmares#“bucky” intoxicated by “sam” smell that he doesn't freak out that he cant remember who is he or where he is#they stare at each other#“sam” says what are you thinking what happened and then they set out to piece together the events of the night before#there in an extragant mansion and it is deserted but lot of party decorations and food strewned about#they finally find a phone and try to use it#then they someone in the pool it is Nat and she suggest they kiss each other to see if their memories return#they agree because both have been wanting to kiss each other at every return#rough idea but yeah need a canon or au fic of these two

And okay, I think you might have just volunteered to write this fic 🤣

Lol no pressure though, just it's a good idea 👀

Just two random people with the names "Sam" and "Bucky" written in permanent marker on their arms, waking up with no memories of who they are, but they're pretty sure they either hate or love the guy they're cuddling right now.