Sam holds Bucky in a gentle embrace, kissing his boyfriend’s shoulder, where flesh meets metal, where there are scars. Sam adores everything about him.
When he was much younger, Sam asked the heavens if he’d ever find true love. The answer now lies in front of him.
“Ask me again about the miracle question.” Bucky seems lost in his thoughts. Sam carefully considers.
“Supposing a miracle occurs when you wake up, what’s something you’d like to see that’d make your life better?”
“Nothing.” Bucky’s stormy eyes are glistening. Sam looks at him questioningly.
darling, i’d go through it again (if i could hold you for a minute)
Word count: 1.8k - Warnings: Mature, Major Character Death - AO3
Summary:
There’s an irritating feeling in his chest, making it harder to breathe. It was like this when he first stayed home and Sam started going on missions alone - well not exactly alone, but without Bucky. It took some time, but he got to a better point where he could actually breathe while Sam was away.
This is different, though. This isn’t the tightness of chest he’s come to be on familiar terms with, nor is it the forceful beating his heart has gotten used to dancing to.
He wants to voice it, to let it out, but when he goes to, the words lodge in his throat.