#save me Sambucky…

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Sam Wilson cameo in Thunderbolts* where all he does is fly in, says “you forgot your lunch” while handing Buck a paper bag, kisses him on the cheek, and then leaves (the entire audience cheers)

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fem! sambucky save me….. (1st is civil war era to beginning of tfaws and 2nd is post tfaws.) (they’re attending some gala 😽.)

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AAAAAAUHGHHHHHHGHHHUHH

sambucky nation how we feeling

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Hi! Intimacy prompt #36 for SamBucky?

#36 being pushed against a wall Sorry this took so long! // CW: Injury/blood

It had been a while since Bucky had been manhandled and he didn't really care for the sensation. The only saving grace was that it was Sam who was doing the shoving.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded as he shook Bucky by the lapels.

Bucky blinked at him, trying to clear dust and grit and flashbang from his eyes. He'd know Sam blind, but he still liked to be able to see him anyway. "I saved your life. You're welcome."

Just below Sam's knuckles, Bucky's heart was beating a ferocious time. There had been many times when Bucky reacted without thinking, pulled off some feat he was sure he wouldn't be able to if he'd intentionally tried. All of them paled in comparison to the blackout he'd just had when he'd realized Sam was directly in the line of fire from a row of combat robots who all had multi-shot weapons trained on him. One moment he was following the trajectory of a barrel, the next he and Sam were on the ground, rolling out of the way.

He'd been too far away to grab Sam. There must have been a running start to it, but Bucky couldn't remember. He didn't remember how he'd tackled Sam or how he kept from crushing him into the unforgiving concrete of the ground. And he wasn't sure how the robots had all ended up exploded, but there was a grenade missing from his tac belt, so he assumed those two things were related.

Sam was standing really close. So close, Bucky could smell the sweat dripping down his face, feel his breath as Sam panted at him, watch a bead of blood as it welled and then fell from his brow.

Then Sam was undressing him, which was a shock to the system.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep his voice level. It came out bored, which was great since his heart rate had just increased by 33%.

"You were shot," Sam snapped. He was holding Bucky up against the wall with a knee against Bucky's leg and his opposite hip pressed into Bucky's. Christ alive, he was really close. Bucky wasn't sure if he should blame himself or Sam when his forehead came down on Sam's shoulder.

Sam shoved him upright again with a jarring of his shoulder. "Don't pass out," he ordered.

"I got shot?" Bucky finally pieced together. "When?"

The glare Sam leveled on him was enough to stall out the wild beating of his heart and then trip it back into overdrive. He finished getting Bucky's jacket off and--oh, yeah, he'd definitely been shot. He just felt his jacket peel away from three different wounds. Nausea flowed through him briefly, but he got it under control. If he threw up on Sam's boots, he'd never hear the end of it.

"I had it handled. I knew what they were doing," Sam was bitching, voice tight and strained and scared. "Where the hell did you even come from?"

Bucky made his vision stop swaying long enough to focus on Sam's face again. "I was next to you," he said. His voice sounded far away, which was probably not great. He spit out blood and was pleased when no tissue seemed to be present in it. "I was just a few steps away."

"No you weren't," Sam insisted. "You weren't anywhere near me."

Bucky's stomach hurt too much to argue. "It's not like I'm gonna die," he pointed out. "Relax."

That glare came back out. Bucky had the feeling that if he had less holes in him currently, Sam would have already socked him on the shoulder. As it was, the glare was enough to hush Bucky. He couldn't stand it when Sam was mad at him for some avoidable thing, like running his mouth. Sam had the best eyes. Bucky loved to have them on him. But his eyes also expressed hurt far too effectively for Bucky to get away with ignoring what Sam wasn't saying. Especially when they were three hair's breadths away from each other.

Sam pulled out a huge compression bandage and then hiked up Bucky's shirt, ordered him to hold it, and began to apply the bandage to the scattered buckshot that littered Bucky's side. Bucky kept his shirt held up, but his head came back down on Sam's shoulder. He could feel Sam working, hands moving faster now. He wasn't sure which part to blame on the sudden crash--the adrenaline rush fading out, knowing that he'd been hurt, or the fact that it was Sam who was taking care of him now. Bucky was pretty certain there wasn't a safer place in the world for him than right in front of Sam Wilson.

"I was fine," Sam repeated roughly. Bucky had seen him like this once before, but it was a much more serious injury. This was nothing in the grand scheme of things. "Why would you do that? Why did you jump in front of me?"

If he'd had the strength to, Bucky would've lifted his head or blinked in confusion. "Why wouldn't I jump in front of you when someone was pointing space guns at you?"

"Because I was fine and now you're bleeding." Sam lifted Bucky's head for him, both hands on either side of Bucky's face so he could hold Bucky against the wall fully again. The brick or concrete or whatever had gotten warm under his body and Bucky didn't like it. "Look at me," he ordered.

Bucky managed, but only barely. Only because it was Sam giving the order and Sam's face promised at the end. "I'm always gonna save your life," he said, which is exactly what he'd been telling himself not to say. "Because I'm in love with you."

Sam's frantic energy condensed inwards, like a star about to go supernova. It kind of felt like all of the air had been sucked out of Bucky's lungs in the same moment. Not because he was mortified at what he had said. Of course not. It had to do with Sam's energy star supernova thing. Bucky tipped forward again, caught up in the gravity pool of it all.

Then all that cosmic energy was exploding into him. Sam's body was pressed flat against his and the wall behind him was giving away none at all, so Bucky was being held up by nothing at all except Sam, it felt like. Sam, whose hands were still on Bucky's face and who Bucky couldn't get away from, even if he wanted to. He didn't want to. He never wanted this moment to end.

Sam was actually kissing him. Sam Wilson. That felt impossible. Unheard of. Maybe he'd been rattled around too hard by the explosion. Or he'd lost too much blood and had passed out. He was imagining all of this.

"Ow," he said into Sam's mouth when Sam crushed his nose with another desperate push into Bucky's space. "No, wait, don't stop," he added quickly when Sam sank back and took all his star warmth with him.

"You weren't-- You weren't kissing back," Sam objected. "And...and you're bleeding. Oh my God, your face is so pale, you're almost green."

"I don't care," Bucky argued. And he really didn't. He'd kiss Sam until he was blue and purple and red and yellow and green and orange and stripped and spotted and flashing. He brought his metal hand up to Sam's neck, because that was the one still responding to his brain, and pulled him into another kiss. He'd really meant to be kissing Sam the last time. He'd thought he had been. Hell, he was a little out of practice, but he wasn't that bad. (It was difficult to find people worth kissing when who he wanted to be kissing was Sam Wilson) It was just that he was kind of very light headed and he really should sit down but this was more important.

Sam kissed him back, crowding even further into Bucky's space until Bucky was certain he was feeling Sam's heartbeat in his chest instead of his own. This was really good. The best, even.

Then Sam pulled away again, wiping the back of his hand over his own mouth with a slightly horrified, strangled kind of look. "Oh my God, you're bleeding," he repeated.

And, oh. Shit. Was that Bucky's blood on Sam's lips? That was fucking embarrassing. "I'm sorry," he said, which was about just as embarrassing.

"I have to get you to a medic," he insisted.

"Wait, hang on," Bucky interrupted, reaching for Sam's flailing hand as Sam tried to grab him. "Are you gonna keep kissing me if we do that?"

The panic eased off enough for Sam to throw him a disbelieving kind of glare. "Later. Fix your priorities, Barnes."

"My priorities are exactly in the order they need to be in," Bucky assured.

He stepped away from the wall, made it two steps with his fingers wrapped around Sam's wrist, and then immediately collapsed. The world spun around him, vision darkening around the outside. He could hear Sam saying his name and holding his face again. This was not helping the racing of his heart.

"Kissed me right off my feet, Wilson," he said and passed out.

- - -

When he woke up in a hospital bed, the first thing he saw was Sam, sitting beside him, reading. For a moment, Bucky thought he was just seeing what he wanted.

"Did you kiss me?" he asked and then cringed at how wracked his voice sounded.

"You told me you loved me," Sam said without looking away from the book.

"Yeah," Bucky agreed. "Do you want to do it again? Is it a trigger phrase? I love you," he offered.

Sam snorted and looked down at him. "Last time, it was 'I'm in love with you.'"

"I'm still in love with you," Bucky promised. "More now, I think." As he stared up at Sam from the bed and lackluster pillows with wide, slightly medication-heavy eyes, he kind of felt like a loyal dog begging for pets. He was not above begging.

Sam rolled his eyes, but he was smiling and then he was leaning over to kiss Bucky again. This was a thing Bucky was going to get to have and get to do for the foreseeable future. This was great.

The heart monitor Bucky was attached to kicked up instantly.

"It was better up against the wall," he said when Sam sat back a little.

"Uh-huh," Sam said doubtfully. "I'll hold you up against something." And he kissed Bucky again.

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I'm sorry but the major switch up in the fandom from stucky to sambucky (plus a bunch of hating on steve goes with it I see) is lowkey so upsetting to me like Steve literally went into enemy territory all alone with only a prop helmet and a real shield I guess not sure but either way he was willing to die for buck then he was completely and utterly destroyed when he lost him

Then when he found him again he was willing to let bucky kill him because he couldn't bare to fight him and when he finally got buck back he was willing to lie and betray Tony a guy who he had fought alongside for years (wouldn't really call them friends at this point but more like coworkers who have a mostly stable relationship) ntm the fact that Steve literally became a criminal just to save him and never stopped fighting to bring him home and save him

This is absolutely NOT sambucky hate not on the ship or the shippers, i just feel like people completely forget all that Steve did just because of his ending for instance I saw a bunch of edits of Steve to songs like the smallest man who ever lived or idk the name but the one that goes "do you feel ashamed when you hear my name ?" Like honey did we watch the same movies ?

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Omg

Omg

My brain immediately came up with a fic

I can't

I didn't even do this on purpose. I innocently hit pause on the video, because I'd watched it 57 times, and someone was coming in the room, and I really didn't want to have to explain myself.🤣 But this happened, and now I'm melting down and need the fic because that definitely looks close enough to a kiss to me...

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i saw someone recently say that they preferred sambucky over stevebucky (either platonic or romantic tbh) because they felt bucky was happier not living under the shadow of his former self? suggesting that he intentionally spent most of him time post winter soldier away from steve because he didn't want to be compared to a former version of himself that he couldn't return to? I'm a big lover of stevebucky so the idea that steve wouldn't be able to stop comparing (even if subconsciously) post-ws bucky to pre-ws bucky made me question the ship slightly? or that bucky was actually happier without steve in the readjustment process bc he could become his own person without preconceived ideas of what he should be like hanging over his head. I've read a few fics about this and i kinda wanted to know what u thought - would steve's knowledge of the old bucky affect their relationship so negatively that bucky would be happier alone/with people unfamiliar with who he was before (sorry for the rambling question)

Thank you lovely for the very interesting ask! I love these kind of hypotheticals!

First and foremost, don't ever let anyone convince you that you're only allowed to ship one pairing. A lot of people DO only ship one ship, and kudos to them, but you are not a bad fan if you want to ship Bucky with multiple people. Heck, I got into Stucky via Sambucky, and uh…anyway, here I am.

The idea that "Bucky stayed away from Steve because he didn't want to be compared to old Bucky" is one of my favourite angsty "loss of innocence" tropes to explore -- because yes, that's going to be one of Bucky's major insecurities after the Winter Soldier. He isn't the same person as before and no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to go back to who he was before.

The absolutely fascinating part, then, is how a fanfic writer decides to address this. So yeah, I can see this as the jumping board for a SamBucky story (or any other non Stucky ship).

But this is also a concept that not only fits in well within the Stucky fanon/narrative, it's also crucial to explore in order to bring the two of them back together. How does Steve accept that Bucky has changed, and how does Bucky come to trust that Steve accepts this changed version of him?

The answer is, for me, this is Steve we're talking about. Steve with all his tenacity and empathy and loyalty. This is Steve who's known Bucky since childhood, who probably knows Bucky better than the current Bucky remembers himself. This is also a Steve has fought one of the bloodiest wars in history. He is young, but he's not naive. The people of his time didn't have the right words for it - but he has seen a lot of mental health issues on the field. He's come out on the other end of the war still believing in the goodness of humans (his "I'm willing to bet I'm not" speech), so I have no doubt he will look at Bucky and see that -- yeah, you've changed, you've had terrible things happen to you for well over half a century, but you are also still the same kind soul that I grew up with, and that kindness is what's most important; I can still see him in you, even if you are different, and I believe you deserve all the love I can give you.

And you know what, there IS canon evidence that Steve believes in Bucky, believes in the goodness that couldn't be burned away with 70 years of brainwashing. Sam saying to Steve - (Bucky) isn't the kind you save and he won't know you - and Steve replying without an ounce of doubt in his voice, "He will." Or Steve going after Bucky to save him from the SIT because "he'd have done the same for me".

I think another crux is that recent gif set - the "I'm following the little guy from Brooklyn" speech. That was a vow - it was Bucky saying "I loved you (platonically/romantically/wte) when you were a poor disabled scruffy kid in the dumps, and I will love you just the same even if you're a buff blue-eyed Adonis." Their story, as always, encircles each other's - it is now Steve's turn to say "I loved you when you were a nerdy protective flirt and I will love you just the same even if you're disabled and scruffy and dealing with horrendous PTSD". I think that vow also highlights just how important Steve was, even at that point, to Bucky, which means…their loyalty will always draw them back to each other. Once Bucky sees Steve has faith in him, he will have faith in himself to rebuild his identity in a way that's true to him.

It really depends on the writer, but most versions I’ve seen in which Steve and Bucky separate (over this issue) write Steve as either obtuse, selfish or emotionally immature…which is not how I read him to be. I think he has the emotional maturity to accept that Bucky will have similarities but will also have stark differences to who he once was...but then, time leaves its mark on everyone it touches, not just Bucky (I kinda touched on that concept on my "Learning to Want" fic *self plug*). It's a rough road and on some days there's going to be more setbacks than progress, and yeah on some days Steve is going to get frustrated and upset and maybe even a little defeatist, but I think both he and Bucky have that tenacious survivor streak in them that will pull them through, especially if they're together.

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40. letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it + sambucky + f1 au?

40. letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

Everybody please clap; I managed to write an F1 AU fic without babies in it. (It probably won't happen again.) This one takes place immediately after the last scene of and I saved you the passenger seat.

Bucky's heart is thudding so hard behind his rib cage that he's sure Sam can feel it, too, a hummingbird flutter pressed between them. He can hear cameras flashing around them, punctuated by the rising pitch of surprised exclamations, but all Bucky can really bring himself to care about in the moment is the way that Sam's mouth moves against his. Even when they pull apart again, Bucky can't help but go in for one last peck, and then another, and then another.

"I love you," he murmurs, before he finally makes himself move away from Sam. Somewhere between the surprise visit and the kissing and the unplanned announcement of their relationship to all the press milling around the Stark garage, Bucky had managed to forget that this is technically Sam's place of work, and maybe there should be a vague semblance of professionalism in the air.

Still, Sam doesn't let him move far: catches him by the forearm and pulls him back in, slipping his hand into Bucky's. "It doesn't say a whole lot about my skills in proposing that you're already running away," he says, grinning.

Bucky snorts. "If I've learned anything from Instagram, it's that I have to go post a picture of my ring finger and just caption it with the date and nothing else. I'm losing daylight here, Sam."

Sam laughs, pulling Bucky along with him as they walk over to Rhodey and Misty, ignoring the shouted questions of the journalists at the opening of the garage. Bucky still can't believe that he's getting to hold Sam's hand in public. For eighteen months, it's been stolen kisses and private tables at extra-discreet restaurants. Almost all of their dates have been at home or during weekend trips to picturesque B&Bs in towns full of senior citizens who definitely don't know who they are.

It's been quiet and gentle and absolutely glorious in its own way, but this...this is its own kind of heady, almost as much of a rush as Sam's proposal was. Bucky's heart is still pounding, and he couldn't wipe the grin off of his face if he tried. This is the love of my life, he wants to shout at the cameras and the reporters and the whole entire world. I found him in a place I never thought I'd get to return to, and now he's the only thing I want to always come home to.

But that would probably be bad form, and it would almost certainly be too muffled for the reporters to hear from where Bucky is standing, so he keeps his mouth shut and follows Sam's lead to the team principal.

Both Rhodey and Misty have known about Sam and Bucky's relationship for over a year, and if Bucky had been thinking about anything except Sam, he might have worried about their reactions, but it turns out that he doesn't have to.

"I assume you'll be skipping the press conference then?" asks Rhodey, his bored voice belied by the laughter in his eyes.

"I mean, I wanted to make an appearance so I could talk about track hygiene during qualifying, but somehow I think I wouldn't get any questions about that if I showed," says Sam.

"I would pay good money to the journalist who managed to ask a track hygiene question that was also about you two kissing in front of all those cameras," laughs Misty. "Congratulations, by the way. I don't know how you made it this far; I've never seen a couple so bad at hiding that they're in love."

"That's Bucky's fault," says Sam. "He doesn't know how to look at me with anything but puppy eyes."

"Yeah, Sam, I'm sure it was that and not the fact that there's photo evidence of you at multiple public events looking at me like you want to eat me."

Rhodey makes a face. "Okay, remind me to put you two in emergency publicity training before I let you in front of any microphones."

"But it would be so much more interesting if you didn't," says Bucky, wrinkling his nose. Publicity training sessions might be the stupidest part of being a famous athlete, and Bucky would know, because in his twenties, Scuda must have put him through at least forty of them. "Plus, you're not my boss anymore, so I think technically you can't tell me what to do."

"That's right," says Rhodey lightly, "but I am Sam's boss, so if you want to play the odds with his career, I'm sure you could-"

"We'll do the training," blurts Bucky. Sam gives his hand a squeeze of what he assumes is gratitude. "Just tell us when and we'll be there."

Rhodey nods, satisfied. "That's what I thought."

"So can we-" Sam starts to ask, but Rhodey nods again before he's finished.

"Get changed and get out of here, before the cameras manage to get past the engineers," Rhodey says. "And if either of you gets calls from any press, you--"

"Direct them to the Stark Motors team press office," Sam and Bucky chime in unison.

"We know," says Sam, smiling at Bucky. "We're not talking to anyone; I promise. I'll workshop a post with Peter tomorrow."

"Good," says Rhodey, then waves them off. "Now go."

Sam looks like he wants to say more, but Bucky chances a glance over his shoulder at the gathering group of journalists--now twice as big as it was--and gives Sam's hand a squeeze. "C'mon, sweetheart," he says, not caring if his voice carries. "Let's get out of here while we still can."

Surprisingly, Sam follows, letting Bucky lead him out of the garage and into the humid night air. There are cameras out here, too, but either they haven't noticed Sam and Bucky yet or they're used to dealing with polite Europeans and they're not equipped to chase a New Yorker. Whatever it is, Bucky puts his game face on and pulls Sam along--they don't have time for his Southern politeness, and he will say hi to everyone he passes if left to his own devices.

Up ahead, Bucky watches a SkySports cameraperson get some kind of message that makes them look up at him and Sam with wide eyes. Bucky just keeps moving forward, eyes on the doors to the Stark pen. When the camera ends up right in the middle of their path, Bucky keeps moving determinedly towards it, his and Sam's joined hands making it seem like the operator is about to get clotheslined.

At the last possible second, he drops Sam's hand, weaving around the camera. When they've moved past it, Bucky feels Sam take his hand again and grins like a fool. He raises their joined hands to his lips and kisses Sam's knuckles.

"All that fuss," he says, leaning in so that only Sam can hear, "and we haven't even told them that we got engaged."

Sam laughs. "We already gave them a free story. Let's save a revelation for the next Grand Prix."

Bucky snorts, drawing Sam close and slinging an arm around his shoulders without letting go of Sam's hand. "It's so hot when you talk strategy to me," he says drily, as they duck into the Stark pen.

"That might have more sting to it if it wasn't literally how I wooed you," says Sam. "You're a nerd, Barnes. You love race strategy. Race strategy has literally made you horny before. There's definitely a version of this world where you marry race strategy."

"Well," says Bucky, "in this timeline, race strategy is going to have to wait, because a professional athlete just proposed to me, and I'm not going to have my looks forever. Gotta lock him down while I still can."

"You're so stupid, you know that?" asks Sam, as they head up to his driver room.

"I've heard it once or twice before," says Bucky. "But I've also heard that you love me anyway."

"Well, you are nice to look at," says Sam. He pulls the door to the driver room shut behind them, and Bucky flips on the lights.

Bucky unzips his Stark jacket. "I'm actually very smart, you know."

Sam raises his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh," says Bucky. "That's how I know that we're better off waiting in here for a while so the press thinks that we've already left, and then they'll leave us alone when we walk out of here."

There's a thoughtful hum from Sam. "And what are we supposed to do to pass the time in here?”

Bucky shrugs. "Make out to celebrate our engagement?"

"Oh, shit, you are smart," says Sam, with a laugh, and pulls Bucky closer so they can get started.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Because it seems to be that some asshats are running around spreading some anti-Sam and anti-SamBucky hate for no apparent reason other than being insecure little baby people online (bless their hearts), I thought I'd start a little game, if people will join me.

Talk about one of your favorite SamBucky canon moments and tag some people you think would like to participate 😌

Mine is when these two dorks roll in the field.

There's something wild about the fact that this is actually canon. I love that it comes after Sam saves Bucky from the wheels of a speeding truck and that Bucky holds onto Sam as they roll, trying to protect Sam from the brunt of toppling into that field together at that speed. Idk, I just love it ❤️

No pressure tagging 🤔 @logicheartsoul @jemgirl86 @siancore @cobrafantasies @questinwitchface @elektraking @funsized-loser

What are y'all's favorite canon moments? 🥰

[elwenyere]

Dread Capture (Sambucky, Retired WIP)

Author's Note: A couple months ago I posted an extended snip (from a Sambucky Old Guard AU) as part of a WIP retirement ask meme, and I thought I would reshare what I have in its own post to make it easier to find (for me and for any readers). At this point, this is likely going to be all there is to this AU, but I hope some folks will still enjoy a taste. <3

CN: canon-typical temporary character deaths

.....

The first time Sam Wilson died, he had the theme song from The Golden Girls stuck in his head.

Riley had been singing it into his combat boot while they suited up for the last mission: everyone had their own ways of channeling the pre-flight adrenaline, and Riley’s sounded like two cats going at it in an alley. Sam had rolled his eyes and chucked a towel at him at the time, but then sure enough, the fucking tune had been playing on a loop in his mind all the way from Kandahar. 

He couldn’t say for sure whether that had anything to do with what happened as they flew over a low stone wall just east of Belal. Much later, his mind would play tricks on him, adding to his nightmares a blur of movement and a flash like moonlight reflecting off metal. Had he seen it at the time and failed to register what it meant? Could there have been a moment - a split-second when a different choice might have saved their lives? Sam turned the question over and over, but no answer could ever be as final as what had happened: in the instant when it might have mattered, he hadn’t done shit. Their jet had flown straight into the path of the RPG.

That was the first time: a jagged line of fire tearing through his tissue as the combined voices of his dead wingman and Cynthia Fee thanked him for being a friend. 

But even when Sam woke up hours later, thrashing at the canvas sheet covering his face and causing the unit’s medic to leap backward with a choked-off curse, it would still be a full day - twenty-four hours of medical tests and conversations with increasingly concerned military superiors - before the other half of the truth sunk in. That he was alive again meant he was going to die again.

And again and again, according to the man who was sitting in front of him now. 

The dude looked exhausted - and this wasn’t Sam’s first tour, so he knew from exhausted. He’d been cussed at and screamed over by some of the most worn-out motherfuckers in the U.S. Army, but the guy sitting in front of him - all 200 pounds of muscle, thick beard, and furrowed brow - looked tired on a level that strained Sam’ ability to render in language. Bone-tired, his mind tried, and then he had to suppress a shudder as the sensation of fire and metal ripped through his insides again.

“I’m just not tracking with what you’re saying, man,” Sam said out loud, dropping the chain-of-command honorifics, because what the fuck. His best friend was in a body bag, and here he was, with a guard outside the door and not a scratch on his face, so he was pretty sure he couldn’t dig himself much deeper in shit than he already was. “You’re saying I actually died?”

“I know it’s a lot,” the man said. “And you’re in shock.”

Great fucking guess, Sam thought to himself. No shortage of goddamn expert medical opinions around here today. 

But even he wasn’t quite reckless enough to voice that observation where it could be used against him in a discharge hearing, so instead he asked,

“What did you say your name and rank were again?” And then, just belated enough to be pointed, “Sir?”

He expected a rebuke, or at least a scowl, but instead a small smile crept across the man’s face, sloughing off almost a decade of age as it grew.

“I didn’t,” he replied. “And I won’t: not here. My associates and I are going to take you somewhere safe, where we can explain the situation more fully. You’ll be safe with us.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Sam said calmly. “People are already pretty tense here, and I’m going to have enough to explain to my sister without going AWOL on top of it. You come back here with a signed order from my CO, and I’m at your service. Until then, I’m sitting right here.”

The smile on the man’s face turned a little sadder.

“My associates said you’d make me do this the hard way,” he said. And Sam barely had time to realize the man was moving for his gun before a sharp pain cracked through his skull and the whole tent went dark.

–

A hundred years passed before the next impression, or after it - a strip of rusted wire around his windpipe, a blade opening her curled muscle at the seams - and then thousands - the shield’s edge a red welt across his nape as he walked for leagues in the blistering sand - and then there was nothing but pain - white-hot and licking raw lashes through his nerves as his shoulder shredded and he burned up from the inside, again and again and again.

When thoughts returned, they returned wrong, like someone else was rifling through his mind.

“Did you really have to go for the head, Rogers?” a woman’s voice was saying - familiar as the woozy wash of a concussion. “He’s taking an awfully long nap.”

“I forget how slow it is when you’re new,” the man from the tent replied, sounding old and tired and only mildly apologetic for someone who’d shot Sam in the head.

And wait: something about that was definitely wrong.

Sam hurtled upward, breath punching through his lungs, and by the time he’d gotten his fists between himself and his captors, he recognized them all: the man and woman who’d fought each other to the death in a burnt-out building in Berlin, the ancient motherfucker who’d killed thousands before killing Sam. But something was wrong, still. Something was missing.

“Hey, pal,” the blonde man who’d been garroted was saying. “We’re here to help -”

“Where’s the other one?” Sam demanded. “Where’s the guy in the chair?”

All three of them tensed: a shift like the air convulsing inward toward the split shell of an IED. The man they’d called Rogers bent his head, just slightly, as if he’d been caught in the blast.

“The guy in the chair,” the woman repeated. “You saw him?”

“I felt him,” Sam corrected. “I felt him screaming. I felt him dying. Where is he?”

The woman looked at the man who’d killed her - whom she’d killed - and he shook his head, his lips forming a quiet fuck me. Then she looked over at Rogers, the briefest flash of pain crumpling her expression before she smoothed her features back into their deadly, porcelain calm.

“He was taken,” she said. “We don’t know where. We looked -”

“I lost him.” Rogers’ voice was heavier than ever, and Sam could hear the break in it now: the split bone in his center, ossified around a hole. “They were looking for me. They found him first.”

“Who is he?” Sam asked, because he could still see through the captured man’s eyes, still feel the captured man staring through his. I know him, he thought, and it echoed back from the dream: the man in the chair screaming as the missile split Sam’s chest into shards, I know him, I know him.

Rogers gave him another sad smile.

“His name’s Bucky,” he said. “And he’s immortal, like you.”

[katatonicimpression]

🥺 - I'm Coming with You for the SamBucky ask.

Sambucky Prompt Game

Thank you for the ask! So, this is angst, and I mean angst angst.

I’m coming with you

“No, you’re not!”

Bucky spun back around to face Sam as he spit the words out.

“You’re turning around, running back to the ship and leaving with the others. Get the hell out of the blast zone in case I can’t defuse this thing.”

Sam stood his ground, long immune to Bucky’s attitude.

“I already told them to leave without me.”

To tell the truth, Sam was expecting an eye-roll and some complaining. He was a little shocked, then, to see Bucky’s face contort and redden. Maybe Sam had underestimated how scared he was. 

His mom did always say he had no natural sense of self preservation. Maybe that was true. It would explain a lot of things about him, his decision to date the Winter Soldier among them.

Bucky stepped towards him and pointed somewhere past his head.

“Get your wings out and start flying. Far as you can away from the bomb. Other side of this damn planet if you can. Go. Now.”

“There’s a very specific set of circumstances where I let you tell me what to do, and this isn't one of them.” Sam’s tone was light, flirting and joking but Bucky wasn’t having it.

He raised his voice and it came out haggard, strained.

“What is wrong with you? I’m giving you a chance to get out of here!”

“Yeah, and I’m giving us all a better chance of survival. I know this alien tech better than you do - which is not a lot I’ll admit - and you ca-”

“Sam. Go. Get going no-”

“No, I-” Sam started to walk past Bucky, heading towards the explosive before those squid things came back and started shooting at them again.

“Can you just for once do what I tell you?” Bucky was yelling now. He grabbed Sam before he could move any further.

He gripped him by the shoulders. Hard. Hard enough to stop him dead in his tracks. Sam knew that Bucky had the kind of strength that he couldn’t squirm out of if he tried, and just for a split second the implication of that ran through his mind.

“Buck.” 

Bucky let go, quick and suddenly like he only just realised.

“Why won’t you let me save you?” And the look on his face was devastating, confusion and terror blazing behind those blue eyes.

Sam didn’t know what to say. Why was it up to Bucky who lived and who put themselves at risk? Why does he get to be the one who refuses to lose the other? Why was this man’s only approach to talking about his feelings the one where he yells at Sam while their lives are in danger?

What he did know was that no matter how desperate Bucky was right now, Sam wasn’t going to let this become a fight. Not physically or in any other sense. 

“Neither of us are gonna need saving,” he said, instead. “I defuse the bomb, you cover my six. That way we have the best chance of success.”

“Sam.” Bucky was angry again, sensing his avoidance.

And whatever, let him sulk. Sam was not going to let this put any lives in danger. 

“There’s no version of this where I leave you to die, Bucky.” Sam was still quiet, but assertive. “And you can hate me for it, but save it til later. We’re doing this my way and we’re both surviving.”

Bucky stared at him, eyes still mad and wide, but he must know that they didn’t have time to keep arguing. That Sam had won. His expression softened a fraction as he looked at Sam.

“There’s no version of this where I hate you,” he said, which Sam didn’t expect.

“Good. Let’s go.”

[sweetcocopowder]

✩Lil' Milestone Masterlist✩

As said in the title, this is just a small lil' masterlist for all the fics I wrote for said event. Just to make things easier in finding them since there were so many haha

✯Prompt 1: Destiel - "I've missed your touch/Just like me promised"

Word Count: 2.9K

Synopsis: Dean has been out on a hunt for over a month and hasn't called Cas at all. He's still getting use to this whole fucking an angel thing.

✯Prompt 2: SilverV - "You blush so beautifully"

Word Count: 1.3K

Synopsis: Johnny has come to a realization that he likes how the merc blushes more than he thought.

✯Prompt 3: Haytham Kenway/Male Reader - "I've missed your touch"

Word Count: 2.2K

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

✯Prompt 4: Shaytham - "If I asked you to stay, would you?/You said wouldn't fall in love with me. I lied"

Word Count: 2.4K

Synopsis: Shay is reckless in battle and always ends up finding himself in trouble. And so Haytham has to be the one to save him.

✯Prompt 5: Sambucky - "Another nightmare?/Can I kiss you?"

Word Count: 1.8K

Synopsis: Bucky wakes from a nightmare and Sam is there to help him through it.

✯Prompt 6: Crossroads Demon Dean/Male Reader - "Take it off/Are you afraid of me?"

Word Count: 3.7K

Synopsis: You finally bring yourself to summon a crossroads demon to strike a deal. But you quickly find out that this crossroads demon does things a lil differently to seal a deal.

✯Prompt 7: Shaytham - "Please."

Word Count: 2.3K

Synopsis: Haytham enjoys seeing the Captain of the Morrigan come undone

[bisamwilson]

hey honey! 💖 sambucky and 25. things you said in front of other people!

thanks for the ask, sweetheart <3 does something over 1k words count as a snippet oops (from this list)

"I just wasn't really feelin' it, y'know?" Sam laments to the circle of older ladies around him, sighing while they all nod along knowingly.

It's the first Thursday of the month, which means the local older women's book club is meeting in a small room off the church building where Sam's daddy had preached for twenty years, and, just like every first Thursday of the month that Sam's been in Delacroix since he was fourteen years old, Sam came by to help them set up tables and chairs for all the potluck food they bring with them.

And just like every first Thursday of the last six months since Sam and Bucky had rented a little house down here for when the world isn't on fire--last month excluded, given New York City, at least, was actually on fire--the first fifteen minutes of the local older women's book club is spent lightly interrogating Sam about his love life.

"How many of these dating app first dates have you been on, Sam?" Ms. Sheryl asks from beside him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sam looks up at the ceiling and counts them in his head, each disappointing match after disappointing match. "Twelve in the last two months, Ms. Sheryl. Thirteen if you count the woman from NOLA I met at a jazz bar and had to leave after five minutes because an emergency mission came up. She unmatched me after that."

Ms. Sheryl nods, her lips pursed, and Sam thinks he might've accidentally just proved a point he didn't know she was making yet. "And how many of those got second dates?"

Sam's saved from having to answer that disheartening, kind-of-a-rhetorical question from the late arrival of Ms. Josephine, newcomer to both the book club and to Delacroix.

She'd moved here about a month and a half ago, about half a year after her husband had passed away, looking for a new start. Every interaction Sam's had with her thus far has been honestly lovely, and he already knows she's got a soft spot for Bucky given how much of her house he'd come over to help fix since she'd moved in. Sam's had his fair share of her "thank you" cooking, and knows full well she's as wonderful a cook as she is a lady.

"Evenin', ladies," she says, holding some kind of dish in her hand that smells downright heavenly. "And Sam," she adds with a wink, smiling when Sam takes the dish from her and sets it over on the table with the rest of the food. "What'd I miss?"

"Sam was just lamenting to us about his dating woes," Ms. Jackie replies, with a tone full of sympathy but a playful twinkle in her eye, taking Sam's hand and patting it soothingly when he comes to stand next to her, leaving his previous seat open for Ms. Josephine.

Sam laughs and squeezes Ms. Jackie's hand. "You've got a son about my age, right, Ms. Josephine? Is he single?"

All the other ladies in the room chuckle along at Sam's joke, but Ms. Josephine just looks confused. "Did something happen with you and Bucky?" she asks, concerned. "He didn't mention it when he came by to fix one of my hinges this morning."

Sam's eyebrows furrow this time around. "Not that I know of? Not unless something has happened in the last thirty minutes since I checked my phone, anyway, but he's not generally the type to call in any case."

Ms. Josephine's face morphs from confusion to contemplation, and she crosses her legs at her ankles and crosses her hands over her lap. "So are y'all in one of those relationships where you can date other people then? I saw some article about that a few weeks ago. Must have some real good communication between the two of you to make both that and all your superheroing work."

She sounds almost impressed, but Sam doesn't really have the mental capacity to acknowledge that right now, not when his brain got stuck on the word "relationships" applied to Bucky and himself.

He looks around the rest of the group to see if any of them are gonna correct her while he's still stuck in his state of shock, but finds all of them just looking vaguely amused.

He shakes his head minutely. "Ms. Josephine, Bucky and I aren't dating."

Her eyes go more than a little wide. "Wait, so you did call it off?"

Sam shakes his head again, a little more vigorously. "No, ma'am. We weren't ever dating in the first place. Did Bucky tell you we were?"

Ms. Josephine shakes her head right back. "Never explicitly, Sam, but it ain't exactly hard to tell when somebody's head over heels. He talks about you like you went and hung the moon for him. Just yesterday he came by and asked if I'd seen one of the recent news segments about you, gushing about how amazin' you look flyin' up there. 'He's so fast, and nimble, Ms. Josephine,' he said to me, all moony eyed. 'It's like nothing you've ever seen before. Sometimes I swear he looks like an angel when he's got his wings spread out.'

"And that's not even countin' the things he says about you when you've been home for a bit. He's always talkin' about whatever fishin' you've done recently, or charity work you've been doin' around here or in NOLA, or how excited you were to buy new cat toys the week before. Every time I ask him if he's got any special requests for thank you meals, he always asks for something with a spice level I'm still not sure he can handle, tellin' me all about how it's been one of your favorites since you were a kid. Bucky's spent at least four days a week at my house pretty much since I've moved in, Sam, and I'm pretty sure I know more about you than I do about him, given how much he talks about you."

Sam's world is starting to tilt on an axis, but he's saved from having to speak up by Ms. Jackie throwing in her two cents. "You know he hates the smell of the flowers he buys from me for y'all's table every week," she says, tone full of faux nonchalance. "Says they're a little too fragrant for his nose because of the serum, but he buys 'em anyway because you always smile when you see he's brought home fresh ones."

Ms. Sheryl's lips quirk up. "You know he replaced damn near every faucet in my house as payment for me helping him with some of the most complicated bits of that sweater he knit you for Christmas. Said it had to be perfect because he knew how cold you always get any time you have to go north of here."

Ms. Maybelle comes in with the final blow, and it hits Sam like the steel chair in all the WWE shows AJ insists on watching every week. "And it ain't like you don't do the same things neither, Sam. Every time I see you it's, 'Hey, Ms. Maybelle, how you been? You wanna see this cute picture I got of Bucky and the cats earlier? They fell asleep on the porch swing he built for us.' You spent the first five minutes of the book club session two months ago debating whether or not Bucky should grow his hair out because he wanted new opinions that weren't yours, and at least half of that was you trying to explain how nice he looked before with the long hair even though it was greasy, but how you like the way the short hair feels when he has his head in your lap on movie night."

Sam doesn't really know how he can defend himself here, but he's got some argument on the tip of his tongue about how their couch was just a little too small for the both of them and their cats, so the head in the lap was the obvious solution. He doesn't think it'll do much damage control, but he thinks he should at least make the attempt.

Instead, he turns back to Ms. Josephine kind of on autopilot. "He called me an angel?" he asks, his heart a little fluttery, and Ms. Josephine just smiles.

"I'll, uh, see you all here same time next month?" he asks as a kind of permission to leave. "I think I might need to go see what my roommate is up to."

"Bring your boy with you next time, Sam," Ms. Sheryl replies, nodding him towards the door. "It's much more fun to tease you both together."

[abarbaricyalp]

hii for the ask game: bucky + 3, 5, 6 & 9? and for sam + 4, 6, 7 & 12? (I hope it’s okay I asked so many…)

Hi!!! From this ask meme

Bucky:

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Hmmmm, starting off with a heavy hitter. He's not developed enough in canon to have hobbies or habits I don't like. Obviously I think his reaction to Sam in the beginning of TFATWS was idiotic. He's the one who hadn't been talking to Sam, not the other way around. If he had big feelings about things Sam did with his time, he should've reached out sooner and not been a brat about it afterwards. Oh! I guess there is this implied willingness on his end to do whatever he's told to do? Like, he instantly joins the fight in Infinity War, he follows Raynor's rehab/rectify rules, he played the Winter Soldier in Madripoor, he'll be joining the Thunderbolts, etc. I mean, I know there's this other pressure from behind (or in front of) him to do these things, but we've never really seen him advocate for himself, especially in regards to joining another fight. I wish we saw more of him digging his heels in to protect himself? But I do also like self-sacrificial characters too

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

My Bucky Barnes playlist is 3 and a half hours long, lol. But right off the bat, Zombie by the Cranberries, No Light, No Light, by Florence and the Machine, and Hell Broke Luce by Tom Waits are usually my top three. (Woke Up a Rebel by Rueben and the Dark for a happier (?) one)

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Ha, absolutely nothing. He is much cooler and more tragic than me. We both love Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

I feel like trouble follows him home, so maybe not. Also, looking at his room in TFATWS, he would probably hate how much clutter I live with. But I would love to live with Alpine

Ooooh. This is probably recency bias but I'd love to see Sam (and Riley) in a first responders show like 911abc. I love when combat medics are added to a medical cast in civilian life and I'd love to see Sam in that kind of storyline.

SAM

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Wherever You Will Go, by the Calling, Mighty Wings by Cheap Trick, and Halo by Beyonce

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Again, he's so much cooler and kinder than me. I think we both have a tendency to bottle up our feelings rather than talk about them.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

The SamBucky fandom: lots, but particularly that the fandom is (generally) so protective of him and treating his character fairly in a story. He's always as cool as he is in canon and he gets the treatment the wider Marvel fandom never affords him. I think Sam is one of the most interesting characters in MCU and he's got such a rich potential for fic writing and we really explore all of that. I love fics where Bucky is so damn impressed by Sam (especially if he's doing a bad job of hiding it because they're still in their frenemies stage) and he doesn't know what to do with all of it. (Okay, I removed an entire rant about the marvel fandom as a whole here, but just know I appreciate the SamBucky fandom so much when it comes to Sam)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He can play piano. He wanted to be part of the choir at his daddy's church, but he couldn't hold a note to save his soul, so he learned to play piano instead. He still plays when he wants to think, and when he drums his fingers on a table or his leg, he's miming melodies