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okay but i like to daydream about "what if sambucky becomes canon in 2-3 years" and it's actually pretty chaotic amazing
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"marvel introduces its first gay couple?" "tumblr dot com website shuts down because of the increasing amount of posts with each second and we're assuming it is all sam and bucky's fault" "a new chapter for marvel and disney!" etc.
my homophobic family:
"you are never watching marvel again!!-"
sebastian and anthony:
happy af because they are the founders of sambucky fandom
is now canon complaint
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Come Home To Me Part 5
Marvel - A Sam Wilson Imagine
Sam Wilson x Female Reader 1.4k Words
Here's Part 4 and my Masterlist for additional parts
You liked Washington DC. You liked Sam's house and being able to see the things he enjoyed.
It was also nice that you had the opportunity to be able to walk or ride the subway to wherever you needed. Even though there was a car for you to use, you couldn't drive. Sam had promised to teach you when he got back.
The only downfall was when he had to work. Sometimes he was gone for days. Two weeks had been the latest so far. It did give you a chance to find yourself beyond your sweet soulmate, but you always missed him terribly.
For this mission, it had been five days since you had last seen him.
You took boxing classes once a week to give you something to do. You considered getting a job, but you still were very uncomfortable and wary around other people.
It was also really difficult to sleep without him. The nightmares return full force. You didn't mean to be so attached to Sam, but how could you not, given everything that you went through?
You hum to the music as you eat some cereal for breakfast. Sam's place was full of old records, CDs, speakers. It was comforting to listen to the things he liked.
Sam: Miss you.
You grinned when you read the text. He had managed to call last night, and it had been so good to hear his voice.
You: Miss you more.
You could just push the messages right to his head, but you promised yourself you wouldn't when you learned they gave him serious migraines. Not to mention you had no idea what he was up to and you didn't want to be a distraction.
The TV program you had on in the background cut off to an emergency news broadcast, and even though it was muted, it still caught your attention. You turned up the volume.
It was definitely an adjustment to be without him, but you were learning lots of new things. How to cook and clean, different kinds of movies and TV shows. It was nice to feel like a normal person doing normal things.
Everything had been good recently, but that never lasts long.
"We interupt your scheduled program to inform you of the reports of a plane hijack containing US officials, including the Vice President. The plane has since crashed over Pennsylvania and is believed to be an act of terrorism. Captain America is believed to have been helping get the plane under control, but has not emerged from the crash site. Emergency personnel are on the scene."
You watched with horror as the cellphone video played, capturing your glimmering man falling from the sky before disappearing into the dust and flames.
You turned it off as a quick reaction, your heart pounding viscously in your chest. Your stomach threatened to turn, and your spoon hit the table with a clatter.
Oh god. Please let Sam be okay.
He had just texted you. He had to be okay. You cringed as the video replayed over and over in your head.
He had to be okay because you loved him.
Your phone ringing broke through your sluggish mind and you scrambled to get to it in time. It was an unknown number, but you answered.
"Hello?" you whispered.
"It's Bucky. Sam's been hurt."
A sob left your mouth but you muffled it with a shaking hand, "Is he okay?"
Bucky didn't say anything, only adding to your worry. You didn't even know Bucky was with him, or any of the details
"He's going to be fine, Y/N," he gave a tired sigh. "I'll come pick you up and take you to the hospital to see him. Is that okay?"
You nodded, before realizing he couldn't see. "Okay."
Sam was pretty banged up when you got there, but he was alive and you had never been so relieved in your life.
You sat impatiently by his bedside. The doctor told you his suit had taken the brunt of the impact, but he still hit his head pretty hard. Some of his ribs were fractured, along with his right wrist. He had been very lucky.
You dried your tears for the billionth time. Where would you be without him? Sam saved your life. He was your soulmate, your home.
You had dozed off in the stiff plastic seat when he woke.
He hissed as he shifted and stretched.
"Sam," you cried, reaching for his hand. "Don't move too much. Let me get the nurse."
"It's okay," he said hoarsely. "I'm fine. It's just a headache."
"You scared me," you whispered, feeling new tears. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Shh," he soothed, running his thumb over your knuckles and closing his eyes again. "I hate to see you cry."
The hospital monitored Sam's head injury for about a day before they cleared him to go home.
Bucky had stuck around and he drove you and made sure Sam was settled.
"Thank you for everything," you told him. "Are you sure you don't want something to eat before you go?"
He shook his head, "My girl is waiting for me at home. Let me know if there's anything he needs. You have my number now."
Sam was out cold. He was taking some medicine for the pain, and you felt beside yourself, not knowing what to do or how to help.
You had fallen asleep on the couch when you were startled awake by Sam standing over you.
"Jeez," you gasped, pushing yourself upright. "You scared the hell out of me. Why are you standing over me? Why did you get out of bed?"
Sam chuckled, "I'm sorry. You should have seen your face."
He nudged you over and sat down beside you, pulling the blanket onto his lap.
"Hey," you protested. "I was using that."
"Too bad. You have to scoot closer if you're cold. Why didn't you come to bed?"
"I don't want to hurt you, Sam," you protested. The cool air caused bumps to form on your arms.
"C'mon. You can't hurt me. Get over here before you freeze."
You hesitated. "I'll just get another blanket." You stood up, but he reached for you.
"Please, baby. I just need to hold you. I promise to tell you if you hurt me, okay?" He said it so soft and sweetly that you couldn't do anything but comply. Besides, all you wanted was for him to hold you.
You sat as close as possible without leaning too much on his ribs, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his left arm around you.
He reclined the couch, and you adjusted the blanket so it covered the both of you.
It was pretty quiet, and you could feel yourself starting to go to sleep when he spoke.
"All I could think of was you."
"What's that?" you mumbled.
"When I fell, all I wanted was to come home, to be with you."
You hummed, reaching for his hand. He kissed your head.
"When I accepted Captain America, I accepted my fate. I told myself that I would be okay with dying, but now I have so much to live for."
You smiled, turning slightly to see his shining eyes. He leaned down for a sweet kiss.
"I was terrified when I saw that video, and then Bucky called me. Like I told you before, I don't want to be anywhere you're not."
He sighed, "There's always a risk. It comes with the territory."
"I know," you whispered. "And I know it'll never get easier for me, but we can handle it."
Sam nodded, leaning back and closing his eyes.
"I'm surprised your sister hasn't personally come up here to beat your ass."
He laughed, wincing at the jostle it gave him. "That's only because you were around to tell her what's going on."
You smiled, "That laugh was payback for nearly giving me a heart attack."
Sam peeked down at you with another chuckle "You're a brat, but you're my brat."
You shuffled a bit so the blanket was pulled to your chin, a warm contentment settled over the two of you. He reached over to turn off the lamp.
"I do love you, Sam," you whispered very quietly into the darkness.
He groaned playfully, "You just had to wait until it was dark. How am I supposed to kiss you now?"
You giggled, a light happiness swirling in your stomach.
"I love you, too," he said back. "So much."
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Thank you guys for loving this series. I've been in such a mental slump and struggled with this, so I hope it ended okay. I appreciate each and everyone of you.
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Them being home with you would include: - gentlemen
18+ Reader = gender-neutral reader
Pairing (couple): character x reader (choose your favourite/s)
A/N: Does anyone even read A/N's or am I the only one? Guess I'll never really know. But, those of you who have read some of my preferences so far will notice that some peeps are missing. The sole reason for that is that I have trouble finding so many different ideas, that's why I have limited myself to these. If you want me to write for someone that is not included here, don't hesitate to make a request! (Everything you need to know can be found on my pinned post! Also, you don't have to follow me in order to make a request. It would be nice, but it's not necessary.)
Now, I hope you still enjoy it!
lots of cuddles
watching movies together (oldies and modern one's)
going on walks together
you making sure he gets a good night's sleep
him telling you stories about his life before the war
slow dancing to '30s, '40s music in the evenings
him drawing you when you don't notice
you showing him new books, movies and music
lots of hikes
baking and cooking together for the cook-outs
the pair of you babysitting his nephews
cosy evenings with cuddles & movies
him telling you about Asgard and other planets
you introducing him further to terrestrial things
you cooking him various meals he never had before
you giving him lots of classical books to read
cuddling & you listening to him telling you stories about his homeland
teaching him how to cook
him entertaining you by playfully mimicking your favourite actors
walks in the woods
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apricity pt. three
apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter
warnings: angst, vomit mention, violence
pairing: bucky barnes x female oc
word count: 4,200
A/N: this is a bit of a filler chapter yet still very important! I did have to use google translate for the Russian, so if it is incorrect, please let me know and I'm very sorry if it is! Thank you 💕
“Я готов отвечить.” ( Ready to comply.)
The December air was cold as it blew through Florence’s hair, her arms circling Bucky’s waist as they rode down the dark road on Bucky’s motorcycle. The soldier steered with one arm, free hand coming down to rub circles on the redhead’s calf as they pulled behind a cluster of trees, hiding them from onlookers as they waited. The pair of assassins were unthawed and reset only hours ago, immediately given their latest mission.
A car came into view, red tail lights illuminating the air around them. Bucky flipped the bike’s headlight on and pulled onto the road again. The soldier revved the bike, catching up to the side of the vehicle as Florence sunk her butterfly knife into the tire, causing the car to swerve off the road and crash into a building.
Bucky parked the bike ahead of the crash, Florence stepping off the bike, Bucky behind her, and approaching the car. She flipped open the trunk to reveal a large silver briefcase, opening it to see five bags of blue liquid; exactly what they were looking for.
This was the last mission the Winter Soldier and the Winter Widow would ever go on.
Florence bolted up in the cheap hotel bed, Bucky’s screams reverbing in her brain. HYDRA always made her watch when Bucky was reprogrammed, a way to keep Florence in line and remind her who she was; just a puppet.
The last mission was always a common nightmare in the rotation of dreams Florence had, continuously taunting her. She disappeared only two weeks after it, abandoning everything she had grown accustomed to and the only person she had ever loved.
Florence couldn't go back to sleep, instead deciding on making herself coffee, the microwave clock mocking her, 4:34 a.m. She sipped her coffee slowly at the small kitchenette table, patiently waiting to start her day as she watched the clock tick away until it became 6:30 a.m., a reasonable enough hour to be awake for Steve to not worry.
The team was in Lagos, following a lead on Brock Rumlow, who had been causing quite the headache in the past few months, this time his target was deadly weapons from the Institute For Infectious Diseases.
Florence and Natasha sat across from each other listening to Steve and Wanda Maximoff converse about their surroundings through their earpieces, doing their best to remain anonymous and still get the intel under the hot noon sun.
“You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?” Steve asked Wanda as she fiddled with the sugar packet in her hand.
“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute.”
“It’s also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns...which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.” Florence smirked at Natasha’s response as she took a sip of her coffee, savoring the caffeine.
Wanda chirped back through her radio, ‘You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?”
Florence glanced at Wanda across the cafe, “Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature.”
Sam’s voice floated through their earpieces from the rooftop above, “Anybody ever told you two you’re a little paranoid?”
The two redheads shared a knowing look with small smirks adorning their faces, “Not to either of our faces. Why? Did you hear something?” Florence’s tone was light, but both she and Natasha knew the darkness behind it; the Red Room made them that way.
Steve, ever the serious man, refocused the small group, “Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.”
Sam scoffed in the mic, “If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem. He kind of hates us.”
There was a pause in time before Steve spoke, “Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it.” Sam deployed Redwing, giving Sam and the team the information they needed, “That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed.”
Natasha glanced at Florence, the pair not too thrilled to be dealing with this particular situation, “It’s a battering ram.”
Wanda questioned Steve into her mic, the tension had just risen significantly.
“He’s not hitting the police.”
The team scattered, Steve, Wanda, and Sam going after Rumlow while Florence and Natasha were both on motorcycles racing down the street.
“Rumlow has a biological weapon.”
Natasha revved her bike, “I’m on it.” The redhead purposely crashed her bike, flinging it into an armed guard. Florence ditched her bike, joining Natasha in the fight.
A guard swung at Florence, missing his target as she ducked and swept his feet from underneath the attacker. Natasha took down two more guards while Florence took down three more, tossing the last guard on the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Florence and Natasha were attacked by Rumlow, neither of the two women able to effectively take him down. The two were shoved into a tank, Rumlow dropping a bomb in before latching the door closed. They surveyed their surroundings quickly; two guards with guns aiming at them. Florence kicked one unconscious while Natasha grabbed the other guard and used him as a human shield when the grenade exploded, grabbing Florence on the way down.
Black smoke filled the air, the smell of fire making it hard to breathe, sending the pair of assassins into a coughing fit on the ground. Looking up, they could see Steve being blown back into the building by an explosion, their ears ringing from the volume. Steve sent Sam after Rumlow, who was in an AFV heading north.
Natasha relocated the ditched bike and got on, pulling Florence behind her. The younger assassin revved the bike as they entered the street, Florence holding onto her.
Sam called out the offenders, clocking four of them splitting up.
Natasha stopped the bike and looked at Florence before splitting up, “I got the two on the left, you take the right.”
Florence sprinted down the busy street, dodging and weaving the crowd. Her targets came into view ahead of her, the girl sent a throwing star their way, effectively knocking him to the ground with no way to run. The girl grabbed the man, searching the bag furiously, trying to locate the weapon, “It’s not here!” Sam replied back, not having the weapon either.
Natasha called over the mic, “I have it.” Florence sighed in relief, moving to meet back up with the team.
She came upon Steve, who had Rumlow on the ground in front of him. She approached the scene cautiously, listening to the exchange.
“You know, he knew you and that redhead, Florence. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.” Rumlow whispered tauntingly at Steve.
Florence approached from behind, grabbing Rumlow’s hair and yanking him back, putting a knife to his throat, “What did you say?” The flip switched in Florence’s brain at the mention of Bucky, nothing else mattering anymore. She didn’t care that people were probably filming her with a knife to someone’s throat, and Steve made no move to stop her.
The disfigured man laughed as the knife dug deeper against his neck, staring up at Florence, “He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Always screaming about you.” He then looked at Steve, “Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me, ‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ And you’re coming with me.” Rumlow’s thumb pressed a detonation device, Florence and Steve noticing it at the same time.
Wanda was behind them, containing the explosion of fire with her powers, keeping Steve and Florence from becoming red mist. The newest member sent Rumlow up and into the building in front of them. The building went up in flames, the leftover gasses from Rumlow’s bombs reacting to the fire and exploding. The bystanders screamed and ran as Wanda looked on in horror at what she had just done, hand clamping over her face.
Florence gently guided the girl away from the scene, “Hey, come one. We have to go, this isn’t on you, okay?”
Behind them, Steve called for Sam to request Fire & Rescue before he took off to go save people from the building, leaving Florence to console the distraught brunette.
A month later, the team was back at the Avengers Compound, Florence sitting with Steve as they watched the news.
“Eleven Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos, when the attack occurred.”
The TV switched to show King T’Chacka of Wakanda’s speech:
“Our people’s blood is spilled on foreign soil, not only because of the actions of criminals, ut by the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent is no victory at all.”
Steve turned the TV off, the only other sound in the compound coming from Wanda’s TV in her room. Florence got up to go speak to the girl before Steve stopped her, “I’ll go.” Steve and Wanda were taking the Lagos incident the hardest, both blaming themselves. The mention of Bucky had made both Florence and Steve freeze until it was too late, leaving Wanda to deal with the bomb that now plagues her consciousness. Florence watched as Steve walked off until he wasn’t visible anymore for her to turn on her heel to head to the kitchen.
The redhead was in dire need of coffee, the cup she had that morning had worn off. The nightmares amplified after Rumlow’s supposed confession about Bucky, the girl had hardly slept more than two hours a night. When she did sleep it was restless, nightmares of Bucky haunting every corner of her mind. She managed to make it through half her mug before she was called downstairs for a meeting with Tony and the Secretary of State.
Secretary Ross sighed heavily as he stood at the head of the table of Avengers as he mimicked his golf swing, “Five years ago, I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word ‘vigilantes’.”
Next to Florence, Natasha spoke with a smirk adorning her face, “What word would you use, Mr. Secretary?”
Secretary Ross looked up from the table, “How about ‘dangerous’? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?”
Ross stepped aside from the table, allowing the full view to be on the screen in front of the table, showing various clips of incidents the Avengers were involved in. Everyone at the table grimaced at the screen, not proud of what it was showing. Ross flipped through events of New York, Washington D.C., Sokavia and Lagos before Steve had enough, noting Wanda’s demeanor change and telling Ross to turn it off.
“For the past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.” Ross paused, placing a large file on the table in front of Wanda who passed it on to Rhodey, “The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary.”
Steve spoke from the end of the table, “The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we’ve done that.”
Ross looked down at Steve, “Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes, you can bet there’d be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That’s how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground.”
Rhodey gestured to the accords “So, there are contingencies.”
Ross shrugged, “Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over.”
Ross began to leave until Natasha stopped him, “And if we come to a decision you don’t like?”
“Then you retire.” Ross left after that, leaving the team to discuss.
The team was arguing amongst themselves as Florence stared at the ceiling with her feet on the table, listening to various points being made while Rhodey and Sam debated behind Steve while Tony rolled his eyes.
“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have.”
Sam crossed his arms over his chest, “So let’s say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?”
“117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you’re just like, ‘No, that’s cool. We got it.’”
Sam cut Rhodey off, “How long are you going to play both sides?”
Vision interrupted from his spot on the couch next to Wanda, “I have an equation.”
Sam moved to stand behind Florence, his voice dripping in sarcasm, “Oh, this will clear it up.”
Vision continued, “In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.”
“Are you saying it’s our fault?” Steve spoke with the Accords in hand.
“I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invited challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict,” Vision paused, “breeds catastrophe. Oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”
Rhodey looked to Sam, “Boom.”
Natasha spoke from her spot at the table, “Tony, you are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.” Tony rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
“It’s because he’s already made up his mind.”
Tony grumbled at Steve’s statement, “Boy, you know me so well.” Tony rose from the couch, cradling his head as he walked over to the kitchen, “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on, Cap. It’s just pain. It’s discomfort.” Tony grabbed a coffee mug, looking into the sink, “Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?”
Natasha looked at Florence with a knowing look about her coffee-sleep- problem while Tony continued complaining behind them, “Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”
Tony placed his phone in the fruit basket, a small hologram emitting from it of a young man, “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk, See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia.” Tony paused, allowing the words to sink in painfully, “He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys.”
Steve began speaking, “Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up.”
“Who said we’re giving up?”
“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”
Rhodey speaks up, pointing at Steve, “I’m sorry, Steve. This is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not S.H.I.E.L.D., it’s not HYDRA.”
Florence practically flinched at Rhodey’s mention of HYDRA as Steve cut him off, “No, but it’s run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”
Tony walked towards the group, “That’s good. That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.”
Steve interrupted, “Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.” The team all shared looks, silently gauging their stances.
Tony looked down at Steve, “If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s the fact. That won’t be pretty.”
Wanda, who had been silent the entire meeting, spoke from her seat next to Vision, “You’re saying they’ll come for me.”
Vision spoke beside her, “We would protect you.”
“Maybe Tony’s right,” All eyes darted to Natasha, “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-”
Sam cut her off, “Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?”
“I’m just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.” Florence was slightly shocked at Natasha’s statement. She had assumed that she wouldn’t be signing, not wanting to walk back into a potential puppet situation.
Tony leaned against his chair, looking at Natasha baffled, “Focus up. I’m sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?”
Natasha shook her head, “I want to take it back now.”
“No, no, no, you can’t retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay. Case closed. I win.”
Florence noticed Steve’s phone buzzing, watching his face fall as he read the notification, “I have to go.” The team watched as Steve bolted out of the room.
Days later, Florence was seated between Steve and Sam as they attended Peggy Carter’s funeral in London. The girl was never close to Peggy in the ’40s, she only spoke to her briefly, but Florence knew Steve would need support. The trio watched from the pew as Sharon Carter, Peggy’s niece and an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent, spoke about her aunt. Sharon had grown to be a friend and an ally to the team, helping them out during the Battle of Triskelion.
The funeral ended quickly, Florence standing outside with Sam while Steve remained in the chapel. A familiar redhead passed by, Florence grabbing Natasha’s arm gently, “Nat? What are you doing here?”
“I came to see Steve, then I’m off to Vienna to sign the Accords.”
Florence furrowed her brows, “You’re signing it? Who else signed?”
Natasha shrugged, “Yeah, it’s what seems right. Tony, Rhodey and Vision have signed. Clint says he’s retired and Wanda is TBD. You?”
“I can’t.” Florence wanted to but was immensely torn. She didn’t see a way to function properly under the Accords, and her best bet was to not sign, much to Natasha’s dismay. Florence remained paranoid after the Red Room and HYDRA, even more so than the redhead in front of her. She wanted it to be easy, to sign the Accords without any second thoughts, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Natasha smiled softly at her friend, “I figured. But there’s room on the jet if you change your mind.”
“Thanks, Nat, but I’ll pass. Go see Steve.” The two girls hugged briefly, Natasha pulling away and entering the chapel.
Hours later, both Sam and Florence’s phone vibrated, alerting a notification, the pair taking out their devices and reading ‘UNITED NATIONS COMPLEX BOMBED’
The two looked up from their phones in fear, immediately on the hunt to find Steve.
They found him in the lobby of Sharon’s hotel, having walked her back after Natasha left hours ago. Sam stopped in front of him, “Steve, there’s something you need to see.”
The trio stood in front of the TV of their shared hotel room as the news anchor spoke, “A bomb hidden in news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna.”
Sharon paced behind them while she was on the phone.
“More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda’s King T’Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect, who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.”
The screen played a clip of the alleged suspect, Bucky, and Florence felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach dropped and she could feel Sam’s gaze on her. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him.
Sharon interrupted Steve and Florence’s internal spiral, “I have to go to work.”
Florence remained in front of the TV, trying to talk herself out of believing that Bucky would do this. He would have been acting alone. He wouldn’t have done this, this wasn’t the man she knew. She knew he was out of HYDRA’s clutches and was on his own, it couldn’t be him.
Steve grabbed her wrist gently, turning her away from the TV, “We have to go to Vienna, come on.”
Florence and Steve made it to Vienna along with Sam, both leaning against a tree with hats and sunglasses in an attempt to remain unknown. Steve pulled out his phone, dialing Natasha’s number. Florence ignored their conversation as she stared emotionless at the ground. The air was still heavy with smoke from the bombing as Steve spotted Natasha a few yards away, her ignorant to the fact that Steve and Florence were here.
After Steve hung up, Florence’s phone began to ring, Natasha’s contact lighting up the screen. She shared a look with Steve before answering, “Hey.”
Natasha wasted no time getting to the point, “Look, I know how much Barnes means to you, trust me I get it, but don’t do anything stupid. You need to stay home and regroup.”
Florence sighed into the phone, “Nat, you know I can’t do that.” Florence ended the call before Natasha could respond, quickly pocketing the phone in her black jacket and walking away.
Florence and Steve entered a restaurant, quickly spotting Sam at the bar.
Sam placed his food down, “She tell you to stay out of it?” Steve and Florence’s silence was answer enough for Sam, “Might have a point.”
Steve pursed his lips, “He’d do it for me.”
“1945, maybe.” Florence glared at Sam through her glasses as he continued speaking, “I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you two usually end up shooting at me.”
Sam didn’t know him. Steve didn’t know the ‘new’ him. Out of the two, she had known Bucky the longest, loving him through the good and the bad. Even when he was the darkest parts of the Winter Soldier, Florence still held love for him in her heart because she knew what HYDRA made him into. And when Florence’s reflection was unfamiliar to herself, whether she was covered in someone else’s blood or she had been reprogrammed, Bucky kept her from falling apart in the Red Room. It couldn’t be him.
Sharon made her way up the bar, standing next to Steve as she updated the group, “Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of its noise.” Sharon slid a file over to Steve, “Except for this. My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now, so that’s all the head start you’re gonna get.”
Florence thanked Sharon as she left to leave, “You’re all gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight.” Again, the feeling of bile worked its way up Florence’s throat, forcing herself to choke it down. Her hands shook at her sides as she took in Sharon’s words. She wouldn’t let that happen, even if it ended up killing her. She was going to save him.
Steve read over the file quickly, Sam and Florence looking at him expectantly, ”He’s in Romania.”
The location shouldn’t have shocked Florence as much as it did. A lot happened in Romania between herself and Bucky, she shouldn’t be surprised he went there. He probably didn’t even realize why he went to Bucharest, the action must have felt familiar. She should have began their search there two years ago, Florence was angry with herself for missing such an important place to them both. And God, did Romania have painful roots in the soldiers’ and widows’ lives.
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are you mine // sam wilson x reader hc
warnings: smut, i'm thirsty for sam. so so thirsty for him
'sam,' you whine, grabbing his arm and making him turn to face you
'yes, darling?' he has a smirk on his face, knowing what you want
'do you have to go now?' you play coy, tugging at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it from his trousers
'can you behave?' he leans down to kiss you, sucking on your bottom lip, and pushing you back down onto the bed
'i'm so behaved,' you say, opening your legs so he can see you naked cunt glisten
'now that's a fucking sight to see,' he groans, and you can see him harden in his trousers. 'you really want to make me late for work, don't you?'
biting your bottom lip, you pretend to not know what he is talking about.
sam sighs and opens the drawer beside you, pulling out your favourite vibrator.
you let out a small mewl at the sheer thought of sam playing with your cunt
'please, babe,' you begin to beg, pulling off your, well, sam's tshirt
sam looks over your naked body, soaking in the sight of you so exposed and ready for him
he climbs over your body, rubbing his clothed cock against your wetness before kissing you
you whimper into his mouth at the feeling of him against you
sam's lips go down your neck and collarbone, peppering kisses until he stops at your breast, taking one in his mouth and sucking
your back arches as he pinches the other one and his teeth grazes your nipple
'sam, fuck,' you claw at his shirt and sam's hand leaves your breast so he can rid himself of his shirt
your hands instantly roam the skin of his chest and torso before greedily pulling at his trousers
'i need you,' you beg and sam chuckles, his head dipping between your thighs
he licks a stripe across your sex, coating his tongue in your wetness before kicking his bottoms off and flipping you onto your stomach
'you're so fucking perfect,' he groans, slapping your arse before guiding his cock into you
'please, please, please,' you mewl and beg and sam bottoms out inside of you, his thick cock stretching you out
he pumps in and out of you, rutting into you desperately
you claw at the bedsheets, your body trembling as sam snakes a hand to your clit
'sam,' you cry out, getting closer and closer
he knows by the way your body begs for more how close you are so his fingers quicken, rubbing circles into your clit
'come for me,' he demands, grunting at the feeling of your walls against him
it doesn't take much for you to come undone, eyes scrunched together and crying out
as your walls clench, sam cums, too, letting out a low grunt as he buries his head in your shoulder
you feel his breath against your skin and his heart race against your body and you feel lucky
'do you have to go to work today?' you try and push your luck. it's not that you don't like seeing him with the shield, you simply think that he looks better in your bed
'behave, greedy girl, i'm already late because of you.'
'does that mean you can be even later?'
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It is i again...so i always imagine Sam is not afraid of PDA. So like can i request a little hang out to the city, the reader wearing a cute littke sundress and Sam some playful touching here and there. Then theres likr couple of boys eyeing and cat calling tge reader and sam like show his possessive side like kiss her or like squeez her butt or something. Changes it however you like boo❤ and thank youuu
summary: sam knows you’re beautiful but doesn’t always want everyone else commenting on it when you are definitely with him
pairing: bucky barnes / f!reader
tags: fluff, angst, sam being protective
warnings: swearing, jealousy, PDA, catcalling, unwanted flirting
word count: 764 (short bby)
a/n: here we are! this was fun to write. sam is always a joy to visit in my fics. anthony won some awards yesterday so here's this to celebrate lol
It was a pale green colour against your skin. The dress hit just above your knees, tiny white flowers decorating the sage hue.
The way the wind made the skirt dance around your legs is really what you loved the most about the piece of fabric wrapped around your body. It didn’t hurt that it was one of the only things you owned that didn’t make you sweat like a pig in the summer.
Sam had laughed when you said, shaking his head at the exasperated tone you let out when you checked the weather app on your phone and promptly exclaimed, “it’s hot as balls!” Luckily for you, Sam was more than willing to get out of the sauna you called a house and out into the city where the stores had air conditioning and cold beverages.
He always got touchy when you wore dresses. Well, Sam was always the one to hold your hand in public or go out of his way to initiate some type of physical affection. It was very clear from the start that his love language was touch.
Yours was words of affirmation.
But you didn’t mind the attention. It was nice to have someone be so proud of you that they wanted to hold onto you.
The downtown was busy; people seemingly have the same idea you did, but it didn’t bother you. It was cool inside the small stores, and the iced drink Sam had bought you was enough to take down your internal temperature.
When the first set of eyes landed on you, you brushed it off. It’s bullshit to say, but you were used to just ignoring that type of behaviour. It doesn’t mean you liked it but still.
You were thankful it didn’t escalate any further than wandering eyes, but eventually, Sam caught onto the way you shifted slightly out of eyeline for the pack of creeps who had stopped being subtle.
“Excuse me, miss?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up behind you, causing you to whip around to see a pale blond man standing just behind you.
“Can I help you?” You asked politely, a cautious smile creeping up on your face as Sam stood quietly until the situation called for him to intervene.
The blond nodded, eyes barely even noticing Sam beside you before he glanced you up and down. “I just wanted to tell you how stunning you are. I mean, haven’t met another like you in the city yet.”
Well, that made you want to disappear into the ground.
You were just about to open your mouth to respond when Sam stepped between the two of you. “Okay, time to move on, man, my girlfriends got places to be.”
Of course, the blond raised his hands in defence once another male got involved and backed up two steps. “Didn’t know. My bad, dude.” It didn’t stop him from shooting you a quick smile before he turned on his heels and strolled away from the both of you.
Sams’s hand held onto yours a little tighter as you walked away, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile, looking at the storefronts as you passed by—the sudden feeling of Sams’s arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.
“What are you doing?” You giggled, the skirt of your dress rustling slightly from the wind that had been created him the rush of his movements.
“Just saying hi,” Sam grinned at you with a mischievous look on his face as he leaned into you that much more until his lips touched yours.
Kissing Sam was always like coming home.
When you both broke apart, you shook your head at his poorly hidden antics and couldn’t help the smile that broke onto your glossed lips. “You jealous, Wilson? That’s so cute.” You teased, Sam immediately groaning at the words and putting up a protest.
“I’m not jealous, just like reminding people that you are spoken for indefinitely.”
“Oh, that long, hey?”
“Not planning on letting go of you anytime soon, honey. But I am buying us an air conditioner, so those goons stop looking at you like that.”
He was ridiculous, overly protective and thought that the motto of kiss and make-up could solve every issue you ever ran across.
To be fair, he hadn’t been entirely wrong yet.
“Okay, Casanova, can we get back to our day out now? There’s a bookstore I want to check out up the street.”
Sam nodded, of course, taking your hand back in his tightly and not letting go the entire day or the way home.
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don’t be shy,
post sum of those drafts
pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader
a/n: you asked and you shall receive. here are very random scraps that i pieced together and somehow it worked lol enjoy x
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the avengers on long bus rides
long bus rides are the only times where the world is balanced and at peace (forced smile from steve)
it’s also the only times when everyone will chime in on those sea shanties that steve loves so much, so that’s a plus
the team knows that their captain is a sea shanty WHORE so they always go all out for him and do harmonies and quite impressive choreos
once they’ve run out of sea shanties, they switch to musicals and it’s kind of like football jocks meet theatre kids
everyone has their troy bolten moment at some point, but it’s loki who really shines
he gets really passionate and ends up singing all parts and no one can blame him because mans got the voice of an angel and he knows it
nat is super supportive and cheers him on while recording everything. no one questions why she has a folder on her phone that is called “blackmail material”
tony likes to show his support by throwing money at loki
the others reenact that scene from harry potter where harry tries to catch hogwarts letters falling from the ceiling although there are loads of them perfectly lying on the floor
they fight tooth and nail to catch the money with a ferocity that puts the gods in shame
peter shoots his webs to pin the dollar bills to the wall like he suddenly got a lifelong supply of them and clint acts like his arrows are made of harmless rubber
rhodey joins in, puts on his suit, and almost blasts happy ✨to death✨while trying to catch a one-dollar bill
happy swerve the bus off a cliff and someone screams
(it was loki)
wanda has to save them and proceeds to bench them all for an hour
bucky, friend to no vehicles, is grumpy the entire time but y/n has made it her temporary calling to cheer him up
“i don’t like vehicles and this is why” *y/n whips out a duffel bag and slaps it* “yea, well, but what are your thoughts on sudokus”
bucky curls up in the back like the senior citizen that he is, sandwiched between y/n and bruce with a lifelong supply of sudokus scattered around him
they quietly help each other out and it’s very wholesome
tony and peter can fall asleep anywhere on the bus with their necks and limbs turned at all kinds of unnatural angles and sam winces before tearing his eyes from them
he makes a mental note to buy them neck pillows
nat suggests playing ‘i spy’ because it seems less lethal than the yellow car game but clint, sam, and thor get way too enthusiastic about it
they have their faces pressed against the window, eyes wide and unblinking, unaware that they’re frightening half of the people sitting in the passing cars
at some point, they lose all sense and just randomly name everything
“i spy with my little eye something that is red” “that car” “no” “that car” “no” “clint’s sweater” “it’s not—” “bucky’s pen, the flowERS, MY SHOES, THE SKY”
rhodey and nat are surprisingly good at that game and their calm demeanour drives the others insane
“fine. i spy with my stupid little eye something that is amber—” “bottom left button on the inside of loki’s overcoat, try again”
wanda and vision are in charge of lunch and handing out lunch boxes to everyone is a delight to them and a very. scary experience for the rest of the team
“here you go, buck. a turkey sandwich with cut off crust and extra tomatoes” “oh you didn’t have to cut off—” “😠but you like it. don’t you😠” “...yes”
peter and y/n are sharing a seat and y/n shows him her online purchases on her phone. peter is really sweet the entire time and comments on everything with genuine interest until rhodey pipes up from behind them
“you ordered new shoes? y/n, you don’t even go outside enough to justify wearing shoes”
they shush him and proceed to share headphones to listen to peter’s current favourite songs
at some point, tony announces, “alright ladies and gentlegerms, cap is making us stop the bus so we can get out and go for a two-mile jog through the woods *unenthusiastic jazz hands* if anyone wants to fling us off a cliff again, now is the time, i repeat—”
they still end up running and it’s insufferable. it’s hot and musty and just ~unpleasant~
somehow the avengers have evolved into a chaotic Debate Team and now they’re discussing who gets to be carried by thor and bucky
at an intersection, the two of them stop to catch their breath and they’re both just staring at each other, sweaty and covered in avengers hanging off their limbs
thor, prying loki off his back: “i’m sorry but we’re gonna have to do something different here”
y/n is hopping off bucky’s back when there’s suddenly a loud, ugly sound reverberating through the forest, followed by many footsteps that seem to come closer by the second
branches keep tearing at their skin as they bolt through the woods but they’re not stopping because it’s clear what is happening right now
they’re being chased by wild boars
at this point they’re just embracing death and if they survive it’s a bonus
a boar comes running towards bucky and wanda but bucky “i have been falling for 90 years and i’m sick of it” barnes stares it straight in the eye, daring it to knock them over and the boar just squirms and make a u-turn
another wild boar seems to have decided that clint is not part of the herd because it sends clint FLYING in a quite impressive and beautiful arc
steve tries to ditch clint and train the boar
clint wasn’t hurt by the fall, but he stares at steve as if he might as well have broken a rib
they’re back on the bus and happy cocks a brow when he sees that everyone is exhausted and covered in dirt. he chooses to say nothing when nat climbs in with loki half-leaning on her for support and glaring broodily at the floor
everyone just wants to sleep and forget that the avengers were almost defeated by boars but bruce and sam keep bickering in the front row
“it’s too bright in here” “it’s the sun” “the lights get too noisy” “…what” “make it stop” “what do you want me to do?? turn off the sun???”
peter and y/n are huddled in a seat again, sharing headphones to drone out the noise and the moment he hits play, y/n looks at him blankly
peter, shrugging: “what? my 7 songs still go hard”
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what are your seven songs that still go hard? pls tell me bc i desperately need new music <3 stay hydrated pals
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Bucky trying to flirt: Sam, you’re like an angel with no wings.
Sam: So... like a person?
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Hello hello Mack, I hope you're having a nice day/night!
Sorry for the late reply. I’ve gotten a few of these and was running out of pieces to give. Had to wait until I’d written a bit more to answer some more of them.
I’ll give out another bit of Sam’s upcoming chapter in ‘Call It A Night.’
‘Sure, Sam. I’ll stay for another drink. But only if you’re making me a real one this time.”
It’s hard to keep your tone even. Unbothered. As if the idea of being alone with him, fingers centimetres apart on the flat surface of the table, is extremely nerve-wracking. Even though you always feel jittery and elated at his presence, tonight you feel more so than usual.
Things feel different, somehow. As if the air is full with possibilities, options of where the evening could go tugging at your skin.’
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House Bunny - Zemo/Sam/Bucky x Bimbo! Reader Headcanons.
Summary: To the guys, it’s a mission. To Y/N, it’s a roadtrip and you just want to have fun.
Warnings: Kissing and female hypersexualization. Reader is an airhead. No beta read.
Notes: Reader is based on 90′s/00′s pop culture bimbo’s.
Steve trusted you, so Sam and Bucky brought you along.
You being a nuisance to them and Zemo loving it.
The guys constantly having to worry about you wandering off. “I’m not going to wander off with like total rando’s” *Proceeds to wander off with total rando*
Not having any idea about combat and military lingo and being surrounded by military vets. “We need to stay on the targets 6 but hangfire and stay moving like pond water until I give the OK to flank them, otherwise we’ll have a real Fugazi on our hands”- “Are we speaking Sokovian because Zemo’s here now?” *Y/N patiently waits for answer*
Taking pictures for Instagram at inconvenient times and places. “Omg! Who knew Madripoor was this cute. Quick, take a picture of me in front of these super edgy dudes!” “Those are hardened criminals, Y/N” “Ugh, that’s so authentic” *pouty face. Snaps pic*
Flirting with strangers shamelessly. “You’re like so hot. Did you know you’re like so hot?”
Tweeting everything, and I mean everything. “How did you find us, Walker?” Sam says. “I checked Y/N’s Twitter” *Y/N shrugs*
Dressing inappropriately for every occasion. Short skirts, tight dresses, whole cleavage-revealing tops, you name it. “Aren’t those heels a little too high for a fight, Y/N”-“If I can feel my feet after three hours, then I don’t want them”- “The shoes or your feet?!” Bucky exclaims, genuinely concerned.
Shopping until you drop with Zemo’s money. “I literally need this bracelet, or I’ll die, like literally” The bracelet is $14000.
Touching up your makeup at random times. *Walker going off about being Captain America* *Y/N applying a fresh coat of lip gloss and smacking her lips loudly*
Pretending to be Zemo’s date in Madripoor and getting too into it. Kissing up on him all night. Sam and Bucky weren’t amused, but that doesn’t stop you. “Are you always this excitable, miláčik?” *Y/N flips hair playfully*
Blabbering to Bucky about things he doesn’t care about while he broods. “-he was acting like such a bitch, you know, but of course, I couldn’t tell him that, he’s the director of SHIELD after all. Well, anyway, so...”
Sam teaching you basic things you should have known. “Okay, so you kick off the ground and just keep peddling”- “but what if I like fall? Bicycles are too hard. I could just call a cab” *Sam sighs*
Destroying tense moments. *Sam, Bucky and Zemo stare at each other in silence after an intense argument* *Y/N bursts in* “You guys wouldn’t believe how cute the guy I just met was. His ass was like everything.”
Getting botox in Riga because you’re scared that all the running will make your face sag. You can’t show facial expressions for a few days, and the guys find it hilarious. “I think she’s crying,” Sam laughs. “No, she’s trying to smile,” Bucky counters. “She’s obviously trying to express pain,” Zemo jokes. “You guys! This isn’t funny,” You complain.
Getting close to Zemo and Bucky and Sam thinking he’s manipulating you. “He’s going to use you”-“That’s way harsh, guys. I swear he’s not that bad”
Zemo planning to manipulate you but not going through with it after he gets to know you. *Zemo laughs to himself as he watches you try to make sense of the first page of The Pride and The Prejudice* “This makes like zero sense. Can you read it to me?”
People regularly dismissing you.
Actually being a tech super genius. Like Stephen Hawking but with computers.
Being an advocate for human rights. Karli tries to recruit you because of your views, but you stay loyal to Sam.
You’re absolutely adorable.
Being the mediator for everyone.
The guys worrying about you but coming to know that you are just as capable as they are.
Thanks for reading. Please leave feedback, like and reblog if you want. As a self-diagnosed bimbo this came from my heart so please tell your friends about it✨
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63. from the 101 ways to say ily prompt list with the loml sam wilson pls! 🥰
If there was one thing that you and Sam had in common, it was your very, extremely, competitive natures. Competitive natures that came out on full display during couples game night. “4 words! Two characters,” you shouted out, perhaps a little bit too enthusiastically, as you and Sam played the final round for the winning point in charades against Nat and Bucky. Sam nodded, flapping his arms like a bird then making a kissing motion. “Birds! Two birds...couple...um… Donald and Daisy Duck!” You squeal at Sam’s vigorous nodding, laughing as he picks you up and twirls you around victoriously. “Boom, take that! Face it, me and y/n, we make the best team!” Sam proclaims, raising the roof. Bucky and Nat both chuckle, rolling their eyes, but secretly agreeing that the two of you really did make one hell of a pair.
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Hey! Great work! Can I get some Steve trying to ask the reader out but getting too nervous every time until someone (maybe Sam or Buck or both haha) takes pity on him and does something to help the poor guy out?
Sometimes A Little Help is Needed
A/N: I’m so happy! This is my first Steve request!! I love this so much. Thank you for the request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy!! :)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem! Avenger! Reader
Warnings: none, just fluff
“Just go ask Y/N out already, please. You’ve gotta stop staring all the time,” says Bucky, coming up behind Steve.
“He’s right,” says Sam. “You know it’s bad when the master of staring tells you to stop staring at someone.”
“Hey, that’s not true!” says Bucky.
“Oh, that’s not true? Just yesterday you were…”
Sam is interrupted by Steve. “Stop it, both of you.” He turns to face them. “Now quick, what do I say?”
Sam places his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Just give ‘em that Steve Rogers charm. Ya know, walk up and say ‘hey, Y/N, I was thinking we should go dancing tonight. What do ya think?’”
Bucky shakes his head. “That’s a terrible idea. Steve can’t dance for shit.” He looks at Steve. “Just ask them out to dinner. You could go to that diner in Brooklyn.”
“That’s a great idea,” says Steve. He pats Bucky’s shoulder. “Thanks, Buck.”
Steve starts walking towards you and stops halfway. You were sitting on a chair out on the balcony, reading a book. You looked beautiful. He couldn’t do this.
“I can’t,” Steve says as he turns around. “I just can’t.”
He walks out of the living room, leaving Bucky and Sam standing there confused.
“We’ve gotta do something,” says Bucky.
“I hate saying this, but I think you’re right. I know just the thing too.” Sam replies.
Bucky and Sam smirk at each other before walking away to set up their plan.
You walk into the kitchen, the delicious smell drawing you in. You stop when you see Bucky and Sam cooking, both wearing aprons.
“Hey, guys” you say. “What’re you cooking in here? It smells delicious.”
Sam quickly looks up at you before continuing to stir pasta in a pot. “Oh, hey, Y/N, fancy seeing you here. Bucky and I are just whipping up some chicken alfredo.”
Bucky lifts his head up from the oven to look at you. “Hey, Y/n!”
“Hey,” you laugh. “Since when do you two cook together?” you ask.
Sam walks up to Bucky and wraps his arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We love each other.”
You look between the both of them. “Right,” you say. “So, is this dinner for you?”
Steve walks in right after you finish talking. “What’s going on here?” He turns to you and smiles. “Hey, Y/N.”
You smile back. “Hey, Steve. Looks like these boys are going to enjoy a fancy dinner together.”
Bucky moves to lay a cloth over the dining table, as well as two wine glasses and a bottle of wine, while Sam fills up two plates of food and sets them down.
Sam’s phone starts to go off. “Oh, shit, who could that be?” he says.
He runs out of the kitchen to answer the call.
“Well, I guess you two have fun,” you say, about to turn around to head back to your room.
Before you can leave, Sam runs back into the room. “Buck, we have to go.”
“What?” asks Bucky.
“Tony just called. We’re being sent on a mission. Got 15 minutes to pack and then we’ve gotta be on the quinjet.”
“Oh,” you say confused. “Well, good luck.”
Bucky and Sam start running out of the room.
“What about all this food?” you yell after them.
“You and Steve can have it!” Sam yells back. “Don’t let it go to waste!”
Steve looks down at the floor and blushes. They set this whole thing up.
“Unbelievable,” Steve whispers to himself.
You turn around to look at Steve. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” he says quickly. “Uh, I was just thinking that we should eat this food together. Sam’s right, we shouldn’t let it go to waste.”
“Sounds good to me.” You sit down at the dining table, Steve sitting at the spot across from you.
Steve looks at you nervously.
“Is everything okay?” you ask.
“Yeah, uh, well, no… I mean yes, everything is fine. There’s just something I need to tell you.”
“Okay…” you say. “You’re making me a little anxious here, Stevie.”
He puts his hands out. “No, no, don’t be anxious. I just, uh, well, you see, Sam and Bucky set this whole thing up.” He scratches the back of his neck and looks down at the table.
“Set what up?” you ask.
“This,” Steve gestures towards the food and wine. “I have been trying to ask you out for a few months now and each time, I chicken out. Sam and Bucky aren’t going on a mission. They made this food and then lied about having to leave, so we’d stay and eat it together. I didn’t know they were going to do this, I swear. I just pieced it together right after they left.”
You nod your head slowly. “I see.”
Steve gets up to come closer to you. “Look, Y/N. I’m so sorry if you’re uncomfortable. We can completely forget this ever happened and…”
You cut him off by kissing him.
When you lean back, you stare at Steve as he stands there with his eyes closed, a small smile on his face.
“Why don’t we go on a real date? Not one that Bucky and Sam awkwardly prepared.” you say.
Steve opens his eyes and looks at you. “Yeah, uh, how about that diner I told you about?”
You smile. “Sounds perfect. Want to go there now? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, beautiful, let’s go.”
Steve grabs your hand and leads you to the elevator.
Bucky and Sam watch you both leave from the room over.
“I can’t believe he didn’t ask Y/N to go dancing,” says Sam.
Bucky looks at him incredulously. “How many times do I have to say it. Steve can’t dance.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam rolls his eyes. “Whatever you say, tin man.”
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The Last Chthonian
Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader
A/N: Y’all this took me forever to write and it was heartbreaking as well. 😭 Be prepared to cry I guess. Let me know if you would like to be tagged. 🖤🖤🖤
Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside.
Warnings: language, angst, blood, nightmares, supernatural, brief mentions of past trauma
You had awoken with a start that night, sweat beaded at your forehead and your chest heaving with jagged breaths that felt like icy daggers piercing your lungs. You choked back a sob, throwing your cold and clammy palm over your lips that were wet with the salt of your tears and sweat as you tried to suppress the cry that dared to escape your throat. You had yet another nightmare, but this wasn’t the same ones you had of Ares. No, this was different. You had instead dreamt about the time you received the scars on your back. But it wasn’t so much this dream that had you terrified to your core, no, it was the one that followed that filled you with the utmost dread and horror.
You could still see the images of your dream playing vividly in your mind. The way everything was dry and devoid of water and life, covered in ash everywhere you looked and surrounded in this eerie darkness. Thick, dark clouds blanketed the sky, banishing the sun out of existence where not even a single ray of sunlight could pass. The clouds moved at an unnatural pace, which you thought should have accompanied winds of an incredible speed, but no, the air was deadly still and silent. The only sounds were the cracks of lightning that would strike the earth, yet there wasn’t any signs of rain as far as the eye can see. You remembered seeing how the earth beneath your feet was split open in cracks, from which fire would occasionally spring forth through the openings at the surface.
And as you neared one of the cracks to investigate, you found yourself peering down at a pit so deep, that if you had dropped a coin in it, it would have taken nine days just to reach the bottom. And there at the bottom was an ocean of flames and lava, and what you found at the very bottom filled you with this cold chill that you never wanted to ever experience. There at the bottom lay thousands of souls of the wicked, wailing in torment as they were chained to the ground, their bodies naked and skeletal looking as they reached their arms out above them, desperately grasping and clawing for anything they could use to climb their way out.
You’ve seen this place many times before. You were in Káto Kósmos (underworld) where you used to work with your uncle Hades, your role was to guide souls from the mortal world to Káto Kósmos and Elysium, hence one of your nicknames ‘torch-bearer’. When you had first came to this place with your uncle, you had never been more terrified of the scenery. And though you spent many days here, you could never get accustomed to the anguish that surrounded it.
But this abyss in particular was none other than Tartarus, where your grandfather Kronos was locked up. And as you looked to the corner, there you saw him, Kronos, chained up to the walls of the abyss, his skin reminiscent of the lava and dark cracked walls around him. You stood frozen to your spot as he turned to face you, his eyes blazing like the fires of the pit as he bared his sharp teeth in a sinister grin, lava dripping from the corners of his mouth. You saw him glance down to where your arms were, and as you followed his gaze your eyes widened in horror and your blood ran colder than the iciest parts of this hell. There in your arms lay your daughter, devoid of any color and paler than the vampires you had known, her body stiff and cold.
And that is when you woke up.
You were currently still sat on your bed, your face resting between your hands as you shivered from the bundle of nerves. You felt like throwing up from the ocean of emotions that made you feel like you were drowning. With a shaking breath and trembling hands, you peeled the covers off your body, moving over to get off the bed as you repeatedly told yourself how it was all just a dream, nothing more, just a dream. It’s just a dream. With knees that felt like they were about to give away, you wobbled over to the bathroom, clutching the walls as you went. After turning the lights on, you nearly jumped at the sight of your arms. That deathly color had returned to your arms once again, that charcoal gray mauve purple hue that started as jet black from your claw like fingers and hands before fading out to the previous color, now spread to your biceps with a movement similar to vines.
You squeezed your eyes shut against the violent throbbing in your head as the voices of the tormented from beneath the earth below, filled your ears like a wave had come crashing down on your head. You clasped your hands over your ears, the throbbing increasing in intensity as you slid down the bathroom door, muttering the repeated words of a spell over and over until everything started to ease. As the headache and voices died down like the passing of a breeze, you opened your eyes back up, reaching over to turn the bathroom lights off. You rubbed your temples, a string of curses and a groan leaving your lips before glancing down at your hands to see that the color was fading away, crawling back down your arms like vines and leaving your skin back to its natural tone. You sat there for a minute with your head leaned back against the door and your legs spread straight out on the cold tile floor. With a shuddered sigh, you grabbed onto the cold counter and pulled yourself up with a grunt, turning on the faucet and tying your hair up in a loose bun before washing your face with the cold water, drying yourself off with a towel straight after.
After stepping out of the bathroom, you navigated through the dark bedroom and went to open your bag that was on the table, pulling out your bottle of aged Olympian wine that your sibling Dionysus made specially for you. The wonderful thing about Dionysus’s wines were that they never ran out, the bottles always managed to remain full. Though that could have posed as a problem since most of the attendees at Dionysus parties were always passed out drunk on every part of his house imaginable. You once found someone passed out cold on one of the ledges near the tall ceiling, you wondered at how they even got there in the first place. But Dionysus was always known for throwing the wildest parties and that was what was to be expected when others attended them. You had only been to one of their parties because you weren’t a fan of them in the first place, but Dionysus had insisted, telling you how much of a blast it would be. You ended up spectating with horror in the corner of the room as everyone trashed the place and pulled the most absurd stunts and pranks. At the end of the night you made sure no one rode their pegasus home drunk.
But the reason you pulled out the wine in the first place was because you needed something strong after the visions you had, you weren’t looking to get drunk but you at least wanted to calm your mind after what you saw in your sleep. With your bottle in hand, you went to sit on the window nook, your feet perched up on the other side of the wall that was connected to the window. You looked like a mess with your unruly hair and the hem of your lace trimmed calf length nightgown ridden up to the top of your thighs while one of the thin straps had slipped down your shoulders, almost exposing the entirety of your breast. You sat there for a while, taking occasional sips of the wine and closing your eyes from the deep rich berry flavor that still lingered on your tongue as you stared out at the neon city of high town Madripoor. You prayed that what you saw was just a dream, nothing more, just a simple yet incredibly petrifying nightmare and not some twisted prophecy. But though Olympus may had been gone, the underworld still remained. That is why you had taken every precaution in your power, spell after spell, and enlisted every demon and monster under your command to make sure the doors to the realm below remained chained and locked so that none of the evils from it could escape. Some time had passed until you heard a light tap on your door, making you almost choke on the wine as you swallowed it down, closing up the bottle and rushing over to shove it back in your bag.
“Come in.” You said out loud enough for the person outside your door to hear but not to the point where everyone else could. You grabbed your robe and turned around, adjusting the strap of your nightgown before slipping on your robe just as you heard your door open and shut. Whoever it was, you didn’t want them to see you like this, and most importantly you didn’t want them to see the scars on your back. Tying the belt of your robe around your waist, you turned around to see.........
“Zemo?” You raised a brow at him, seeing him standing at your door in his matching pajamas and robe. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink and his hair looked out of place for the first time. “What are you doing here?”
“I apologize if I had disrupted your sleep.” He looked to the floor with a slight bow of his head. His voice was quiet and he didn’t meet your eyes, his gaze still focused on the floor. It almost looked as if he felt rude for coming to your room and disturbing you at this ungodly hour.
“Well I’ve been awake for a while now so you’re not the one to blame.” You sighed, gesturing over to the window nook. “Have a seat. Do you need some water? You look like shit.”
“Please, if you don’t mind.” He scoffed lightly at your observation of him as he finally looked up at you, thanking you as he went over to sit by the window.
You went over to the table that had your bag and opened up the bottle of water Sharon had already placed there, filling up the two glasses that were there. Zemo watched you as you fixed up the glasses, but unbeknownst to you, his eyes were more so trained on your back instead. He knew. He had caught a glimpse of them when he stepped into your room, right when you were slipping on your robe in a hurried fashion. You were too late. And from the way they were lined across your back, Zemo knew there was only one way you could have gotten them.
You stood there for a moment at the table, contemplating on an idea before you made up your mind and reached into your bag, pulling out a small glass vial and swirling the glowing blue contents around. Popping open the cork top, you poured just a drop into Zemo’s glass, watching it dissolve into the water. Grabbing both glasses, you walked back over to where Zemo sat and handed his glass to him.
“What’s in it? Poison?” Zemo quirked, he saw you drop a strange liquid into it and you weren’t even trying to be sly about it.
“Nah.” You scrunched your nose. “I’m too tired and lacking motivation to poison you. I added a tonic, to help you with whatever the hell you are feeling. It’ll make you feel and look less like shit. You gotta finish the whole glass though, not that it tastes bad. Ice?”
“Oh, um sure. Thank you.” Zemo looked up at you. Well that was kind of you.
You waved a hand over his glass and a clinking sound was heard as three cubes of ice formed in his drink. Zemo stared at the glass, he really had to start getting accustomed to your strange ways. You formed ice cubes in your own glass as well before sitting down on the other side of the nook.
“I want to apologize about the gestures I made towards you and putting you in that predicament. You didn’t deserve to be put on display like that, especially near Selby.” Zemo spoke up.
“It’s fine, really.” You shook your head. “I have your ring by the way.”
“Keep it. As a sort of compensation.”
“I can’t. That ring looks expensive. You could at least return it and get your money back.”
“Keep it, I insist. It looks good on you anyways.”
“Oh........okay then. So what’s really bothering you?” You questioned as you took a drink of the cold water to help waken you up.
“I saw my family again in my dreams. Or at least, what I last saw of them.” Zemo glanced down at his glass before taking a sip of the tonic you prepared for him. There wasn’t much of a taste, maybe a slight hint of a berry, but right after doing so, he already felt slightly better.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered.
“And what’s keeping you awake?”
“Things that were...things that are...and some things...that have not yet come to pass.” You leaned back against the window.
“Did you really just-“
“Yes I quoted Galadriel. I didn’t know how else to put what I’m going through.” You sighed before sitting up abruptly, staring at him like he had asked you the most bizarre question before dropping your expression to that of a solemn one. Did he just? “You want me to contact your dead family, don’t you.”
Zemo whipped his head towards you. Did you just read his mind? You said you wouldn’t do that unless absolutely necessary.
“Well your thought was incredibly loud might I add.” You answered. “I can’t do anything about it when you mortals like to scream in your heads.”
“I apologize.” Zemo shook his head. “It was a ridiculous thought. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“No.” You stopped him. “I.....I can do it. If you want to of course. I....can’t bring your family back, it’s too risky and won’t end well. But I can contact their spirits.”
Zemo looked at you as if you had lost your mind, unable to form words at the moment. Were you really going to contact his deceased family? He was a bit uneasy about it at first, but at the same time, he needed to see them again, even if it was for one last time.
“I......I would like to see them again, but mostly so I can properly say goodbye.”
You nodded your head in understanding, going over to set the glass down on the table before pulling out your dagger.
“What is that for?” Zemo eyed the dagger in your hand as the blade glinted in the moonlight.
“Well I’m going to have to open up a portal to the dead, and in order to do that, I need blood. But don’t worry. I’m using my own blood.” With a wave of your hand you made five lit candles appear in a circle on the floor, representing the five points of your pentagram, the burning flames stood still from the lack of a breeze. “You don’t have to watch this process if it disturbs you.” You turned to him, to which Zemo shook his head. He wasn’t going to back out now, in fact, he was curious. Never had he thought he would be seeking the help of the goddess of witchcraft herself to preform an act of necromancy. You kneeled down on the floor in the center of the candles, holding your arms out before you with your dagger clutched in one hand. Muttering a few words in Ancient Greek, you dragged the tip of your dagger through your palm, wincing from the pain and using your blood for the the runes you painted on the floor. After the last incantation, you sat there in silence as Zemo did the same.
“What are you-“
“Shhh.” You hushed him, putting a finger to your lips as you waited for the telltale signs. And there it was. There came a small chilly breeze, flickering the flames of the candles though there wasn’t the slightest opening in the room for a breeze to pass through. The temperature of the room dropped to where you could see your breath escape your lips in a cloud of fog. Zemo shivered, and as you looked ahead, three silhouettes began to take form in front of you, taking the shape of an older gentleman, a beautiful woman, and a little boy who looked like a much younger version of Zemo and the woman, until they looked fully human like they haven’t touched or seen the slightest shrivel of death. Their presence instantly brightened up the room in a warm, comforting glow.
Zemo held his breath at the sight before him, he thought that his heart might stop, or that he was just in another dream, that none of this was real. The three spirits bowed their heads to you in respect as you gave them a kind smile, the same smile a mother would give a child. You looked over at Zemo as they did the same, following your gaze until their faces lit up once they saw who sat before them. You stood up and went over to Zemo, taking the glass out of his hands and setting it down before he dropped it, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Go say hi.” You smiled down at him.
Zemo looked up at you, unable to form words from the emotions he was currently feeling. You swore you thought he looked like a scared young boy at that moment, his eyes filled with this slight fear and surprise. Zemo gulped, looking back at his family as he choked out their names, his voice hoarse and dry.
“Papa!” The little boy ran to him.
Zemo jumped out of his seat as he frantically rushed over to the boy, kneeling down to hold him in his arms.
You widened your eyes at Zemo’s sudden movement, secretly flicking your wrists to solidify their forms before they came in physical contact with each other. You couldn’t bear to see their expressions, especially Zemo’s, if he had come to find out he couldn’t even touch them, that his hands would pass right through his loved ones. You’ve seen it happen before, they were only spirits after all, no longer mortal.
“Carl. Oh Carl.” Zemo sobbed as he kissed his son’s forehead, clutching his son’s small frame to him with his hand cradling his head like it was the last thing he could do.
“I missed you Papa.” Carl smiled at up Zemo. “Princess Hekate helped us, did you know! She’s so nice! She gave us a beautiful place to live in........in......” The boy furrowed his brows as he tried to remember the name of the place they currently resided in before looking at you for help.
“Ēlýsion my child.” You smiled, tears brimming the corners of your eyes at the heart wrenching scene before you.
“Yeah! El.....El......Ēlýsion!” Carl grinned as he got the name right, making Zemo chuckle.
You almost gasped at the sound that left Zemo’s lips. You had never seen him genuinely smile, or even laugh. But this, seeing him like this made you feel a sense of peace within yourself, and yet, there was that guilt, because this was only temporary.
“It’s sooooo beautiful there dad! And there’s so many nice furry animals there that are my friends!”
“That’s wonderful Carl.” Zemo smiled down at his son as he stroked his hair. He wished he could freeze time, so he could live in this moment forever.
“Helmut, my love.” The woman now softly spoke as she smiled down at him.
Zemo looked up at her with wide eyes before standing up and embracing her, holding her as close to him as possible. “Heike, schatzi.”
You turned away as they shared a kiss, looking down at the floor and playing with the silk fabric of your nightgown.
Zemo went to embrace his father next before holding them all as close to him as possible, afraid that if he let go, they might disappear at his fingertips.
You glanced at them once more smiling at seeing them so happy together before starting to make your way towards the door to leave them some privacy but Zemo had stopped you in your tracks, calling you by your name. “Wait, don’t go. We would all like it if you stayed with us.”
You turned back around, seeing them beckoning you back with kind smiles, and so you did. Even though Zemo knew you had already met his family, he still wanted to introduce you to them like he would if they were alive. He was able to do what he couldn’t do before, he was able to look at his family in a much more lively state, he was able to catch up on events with them, he was able to tell his son more stories, he was able to tell them how much he loved them. But the last thing left for him to do, was to tell them goodbye, for the final time.
You placed a hand on Zemo’s shoulder, “I’m sorry Zemo, but time is almost out.”
Zemo nodded his head as he understood what you told him, the same saddened expression returned to his face, but this time it was different, it was almost a peaceful kind of sadness, one that signified a sense of acceptance. Zemo embraced each of them for one last time, keeping a memento in his mind of their individual scents and the feeling of their frames in his hands as he told them all goodbye and how much he loved them for one last time. His father, wife, and son held hands with each other as they stood before him, each of them wearing a glowing smile on their faces.
Heike looked to her husband with an expression that held much more meaning behind it, one that you had seen the deceased give their loved ones. “It’s not your time yet.” She told him before turning to you with a smile that said thank you, though her eyes told you there was something more she wanted to share with you. So as you glanced into her thoughts, you saw her mention one thing. ‘Be there for him, he needs you.’ And then they faded away, returning to the Elysian Fields and leaving your room in the darkness it was before, the moonlight being the only source of light since the candles had burned out.
“Goodbye.” You heard him say farewell once more, and for the very last time.
You looked over at Zemo to see if he was okay and saw him still standing there, staring at the same spot they stood at not too long ago.
“Thank you.” He muttered as he now turned to you.
“No need to thank me. You both needed to see each other.”
He stepped closer to you now, his eyes scanning the floor as he searched for a way to thank you. You had done so much for him, maybe it was a simple task for you, but it meant everything to him, how could he ever repay you. You glanced down as you saw his hand reach towards you, he was much closer now, merely inches apart as you could almost feel the heat radiating of his body. If you moved just an inch towards him, your chest would have brushed against him, the only thing separating you two would be a layer of fabric. You shivered as you felt Zemo’s fingers brush against the side of your neck as he moved away your loose strands of hair that had fell out of your bun. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps as they went over your bare collarbone and shoulder, before going over the fabric of your robe and down your clothed arm before brushing up against the bare skin of your hand, the same hand where you had just sliced yourself.
You watched as his fingers wrapped delicately around your wrist as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before gazing down at you. Your face was hot as you finally gathered the courage to look up at him, you felt as if you would melt into a muddle at his feet from the way he held you before him. He made you feel entirely vulnerable and you did the same to him. Zemo thought you looked absolutely radiant in the moonlight, perhaps being the goddess of the moon had something to do with it, but you looked entirely ethereal. Zemo’s eyes never left yours as he turned your hand over before breaking his gaze to glance down at your palm, tracing a finger over the area where you had sliced yourself, the fresh wound that was there was now replaced with a scar. Zemo placed a soft delicate kiss on your scar that had formed, afraid that it might have still caused you pain even though it had healed over.
“Thank you.” He whispered before looking into your eyes once more.
Your hand was still held in his as he used his other hand to caress your cheek, cupping your jaw softly while his thumb brushed along the skin that was there. You reached your free hand up to where his was on your jaw, placing your hand on his wrist and seeing the softest smile on his lips as you did so, you stood there, held in each other’s gaze before he started to lean in. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you knew what was to come next. You parted your lips, desperately wanting to cave in to the feeling of his lips on yours but you turned your head, your eyes closed and your jaw tight.
Zemo saw the way you turned and the expression that was held on your face, feeling your grip on his wrist become firm. Zemo let out a soft breath he was holding in, not knowing why you had turned away from him in the last moment. Did he upset you? He didn’t mean to upset you.
“I’m sorry Zemo, I just.......I can’t.” You refused to look into his eyes or else you’d burst into tears in front of him.
“I understand Schatzi.” He whispered to you before placing a soft kiss on your cheek instead, his lips lingering there for a minute as he let go of your hand after placing another kiss to your knuckles. “Get some sleep schatzi. You deserve it.”
You heard your door close softly behind him as he left your room, the tingling sensation on your cheek still lingered like a phantom, from the feeling of the kiss he left behind.
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sam wilson x fem!reader
warnings: absolutely none. this is pure fluff, the perfect way to kick off my first sam wilson obsession
word count: 1.3k- basically a drabble
inspired by lover by taylor of course- y’all can peep the places i slid in a few lines hehehe
You were reading, but then again, you weren’t. There were moments where you could pull yourself together and look at the pages, but you knew that it was all in vain. Sam Wilson was right across from you, sitting at the table with you as he watched you the same way. You felt your cheeks warm up at his steady stare, and finally you put your book down. The soft music playing in the background filled the silence while you tried to string together a coherent sentence.
You could never remember to do anything around Sam but admire him. “Can I help you, Sam?” You asked, the playful tone of your voice not escaping his notice. You saw his lips quirk up into that small half smile that stole your heart months ago and propelled you forward into a life you never thought you’d live.
“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at my girl,” he drawled, and you rolled your eyes before picking your book up again, even though you both knew that you weren’t going to retain a word of what you pretended to read. ‘What, are you busy or something?”
“Trying to get in some light reading,” you murmured, your heart settling to a calming rate when his leg found yours under the table, locking with yours in the way that he almost always did. You couldn't keep the smile from coming to your lips. It only took him a minute and a half to trail his hand across the table and take your left one, gently prying it from the book and holding it tenderly.
When you opened your mouth to scold him with less than your full chest, he gave you a look that made your heart stutter. “Just wanna be close to you, sweetheart.” He was just so charming. He was smooth in a way that made anyone’s mind falter for a moment, and so genuine that you knew he meant every word he said. He had this charisma, a dazzling aura around him that you saw from miles away, and it was what drew you to him in the first place. He never failed to put you in a romantic kind of haze, one that only he could put you in and take you out of.
You had loved and lost a few times in life, had your heart borrowed and returned and dyed blue many more times than you would have preferred, but it was all worth it when it came to Sam. You knew that you would go through each heartbreak three more times just to love Sam once, if that was what it took. Your blue heart turned a passionate pink the second you met him, and you just knew that it was safe with him. You had never met anyone like Sam Wilson, and you had surely never met anyone who made you feel like he did.
Within a few minutes, you had only turned the page once, and the feeling of his eyes on you surely didn’t make you go any faster. When you finally got to a new chapter, you saw that it was going to be told from the point of view of a character that had a particularly boring arc up to that point, and you knew that there was no way you were going to be able to ignore Sam while reading it. “You need something, Wilson?”
He grabbed your second hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Just you,” he said, and then the annoying sound of the wooden chair scraping the floor was loud in your small apartment. He brought you to your feet, and then you were standing with him, both hands intertwined over the table. “Let’s dance.”
You blinked. “Sam, you know I don’t dance.” You had two left feet and not enough heart to have fun while embarrassing yourself. The last time you had danced was actually with Sam, when he put on old, outdated slow song and tried to prove that he could out dance Steve and Bucky, even though they had lived through the slow dancing age. You had dragged him down a bit, but he still managed to show off with you on his arm.
“You also didn’t ride roller coasters, eat fair food, swim in the ocean, or go to concerts,” he pointed out, and you rolled your eyes. “And look at you now, sweetpea.”
It was true. Sam could bat his eyelashes at you twice and you would do anything he wanted. Not because he was too pretty to deny, but because he wanted you to be with him. He made you get on that terrifying ride because he wanted to see your face on the climb, and because he wanted to hold your hand while you went down together. He wanted you to go to the beach with him and get in the water because he knew you’d like it if you tried it, and because he would get to see your eyes light up when you realized it yourself. He wanted to do everything with you because he wanted memories with him. And deep down, you knew that you would always go where he would. So, without a word, you rounded the side of the table and went into his awaiting arms.
He was a good dancer. He led you without even saying a word, a hand on the small on your back and the other pulling you close. You closed your eyes and leaned your head on his chest, humming in contentment as words left your mind until you were only filled with thoughts of him.
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” He asked, and you nearly cursed him and his observant skills.
“Just…” you said, and your heart swelled at the way he looked down at you, waiting patiently for you to form your words to your liking. “It’s in times like these where I can’t remember if I’ve known you for twenty seconds or twenty years,” you murmured, and he gave you a small smile.
“And why is that?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice, and you ignored the way that your cheeks heated up again.
“We just- we just feel close,” you explained weakly, but he didn't press. He knew you weren’t finished, like he knew everything about you. “Not even just physically, but, everything. All around.”
He was still swaying you gently, the innocent kind of dance that you would see between a sweet couple. His hands were warm on your skin, gentle and firm in reminding you that he was there with you, not halfway across the world and bleeding on some sort of aircraft. “Can we always be this close, sweetheart?”
Instead of your heart speeding up again, it just ticked on steadily like the time, a metronome that kept up with your swaying. “As long as you want us to be.”
In a display that would have made your stomach churn with how sickly sweet it was had you been watching another couple do it, he bent down and kissed you again. “That’s gonna be a long time, darlin’.”
You didn’t have a ring on your finger. Hell, you didn’t even have a full year under your belt with him. You didn’t have the same skills as him, you didn’t like to go on those long runs at the crack of dawn with him, and you sure as hell weren’t built for the kind of life that he lived so that others didn’t have to. But you knew that you loved him wholly and eternally and you could feel that he returned it, and that fact was as hard and true as a diamond. You didn’t need three summers and a proposal to decide or realize that.
“Forever, then.” You said, and your heart skipped at your own words, until he bent down and kissed you, lips against your for a few seconds until he pulled away, still so close that you could feel them moving against you when he spoke again.
“Forever works for me.”
i quite literally have had zero time to write, and when i did have time, writer’s block was terrible. I’m fr very sappy rn and this was the cure i guess? this is my first sam fic and the first thing i’ve made since i got into a funk, so be please be gentle skfjs
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Request: Yes or No
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, call Bucky." You gripped the steering wheel, driving back to the city. You definitely couldn't leave Bucky alone. He'd either have a breakdown or burn the city to the ground.
"Calling Bucky... Call failed. Should I call Sam Wilson?"
"Oh, fuck, Sam.. Uhm, try Bucky again and then Sam. If Sam doesn't answer, call Sarah." You replied, swallowing as the city came into view. You hoped Monica would be able to handle whatever Wanda did. She was powerful but easy to talk to.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, could you make the car go faster? My boyfriend might go on a killing spree and I don't have money to bail him out." You felt the car speed up, breathing out a thanks. The car slowed down upon entering the city, maneuvering through traffic before parking outside of the apartment building. You quickly got out of the car and entered, heading up to your shared apartment. You entered the apartment, hearing the tv echoing through the apartment.
"Babe? Baby?" You called out, checking the kitchen, bedroom, and livingroom. All the rooms were empty. You ran a hand through your hair, standing infront of the tv as John Walker, the new Captain America, spoke about being Captain America. You sighed, taking a seat on the couch. You rubbed your forehead, closing your eyes. You opened them when you heard the sound of paper crumbling, lifting your foot and seeing a sticky note. You picked it up, reading the writing on it.
'Meet me at this address -Bucky'
You frowned, standing up and typing in the address into your phone. You left the apartment, heading to your car. You got in, having F.R.I.D.A.Y drive to the location.
"Why would Bucky go there?"
"I believe Sam Wilson is working with the military there." You sighed softly at F.R.I.D.A.Ys' words. You hadn't seen Sam since Wanda had disappeared. You arrived at the airport, getting out and seeing Bucky.
"When I call you, answer it." You walked towards him. Bucky gave a small smile, extending his arms and wrapping them around you.
"Sorry, tiger. I need to have some words with Sam."
"The Captain America wannabe." Bucky muttered bitterly, frowning as his gaze hardened. You placed a hand on his cheek.
"I'm sorry, Bucky.. Don't blame Sam for this. He probably didn't even know." You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Bucky sighed, shoulders slumping slightly.
"I know.. But, he gave up the shield. Steve gave it to him and now some guy who never even met Steve is calling himself Captain America." Bucky shook his head, fist clenching. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in and planting a kiss on his neck.
"We can talk to him together but I can't stay around. If you need me, I can stay but-"
"No, no." Bucky offered a small smile. "Wanda needs you."
"Seems like everyone needs me." You smiled gently, taking his hand. Bucky returned the smile before turning and entering the building. You looked over the airplanes, humming softly. Your gaze landed on Sam, a smile appearing on your face.
"You shouldn't have given up the shield."
"Babe." You breathed out, looking at Bucky. He walked forward, approaching Sam. Sam shook his head.
"It's nice to see you too, Buck. How you been, (Y/N)?" Sam looked at him, ignoring the small irritated look Bucky kept giving him. You smiled, hugging him.
"Decent.. I've missed you and Sarah." You replied softly, stepping back. Sam nodded, walking forward. You looked at the young man following Sam.
"Joaquín Torres." He gave a small shy smile, extending his hand. You shook it, chuckling at the soft blush that spread across his cheeks. A slight look of panic crossed over his features. You turned to look at Bucky who gave him a death stare.
"He's in a mood, ignore him." You patted Joaquíns' arm.
"This outrage is gonna have to wait, Buck." Sam said, glancing at his friend. Bucky looked at him in disbelief.
"You didn't know this was gonna happen?"
"No, of course I didn't! You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out there and declare him as the new Captain America?" Sam questioned. You walked faster, falling into step with them.
"This isn't what Steve wanted." Bucky told him, frowning. Sam sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.
"What do you want me to do? Call America and tell them I changed my mind?" Sam looked at Bucky with raised brows. He patted Buckys' back.
"Great reunion, buddy. (Y/N), visit whenever you want, don't wait for me." Sam said, giving your shoulder a squeeze.
"You had no right to give up that shield."
"This is what you're not gonna do. You're not gonna come here in your over-extended life and tell me about my rights. It's over, Bucky. Besides, I have bigger things to deal with." Sam faced Bucky. Bucky scoffed, brows furrowing slightly.
"What could be bigger than this?" He asked softly. Sam sighed, taking out his phone and clicking on a photo. He showed it to you and Bucky.
"This guy. He's leading rebel organizations all over the eastern Europe and he's strong... Too strong." Sam stared at you and Bucky, frowning. Bucky tore his gaze away from the photo to glance at you.
"Like.. Inhuman strong?" You asked.
"And?" Bucky tilted his head as he watched Sam. Sam put his phone back in his pocket.
"He's been connected to this online group called The Flag-Smashers." Sam explained.
"Shitty name." You mumbled, earning a nod of agreement from Bucky. Sam cracked an amused smile.
"Redwing found him in a building so that's where I'm going." Sam shrugged lightly, going to step away.
"Well, I don't trust Redwing." Bucky called, following him. Sam stopped and looked at him again with slightly raised brows.
"You don't have to trust Redwing but I'm gonna go see if he's right cause I wanna find out if he's part of the big three." Sam replied. You furrowed your brows, tilting your head.
"Big three?" You repeated. Sam nodded, glancing between you and Bucky.
"What big three?"
"The big three. Androids, aliens, and wizards."
"That's not a thing." Bucky pointed out, staring at Sam in confusion. Sam scoffed.
"It most definitely is."
"No, it's not."
"Everytime we fight, we fight one of the three." You hummed in agreement, nodding.
"Who we fighting now? Gandalf?" Bucky asked, earning a surprised look from Sam.
"How do you know about Gandalf? How does he know about Gandalf?" Sam looked at you. You licked your lips, giving a slow shrug.
"I have no idea what you two are talking about." You replied. You couldn't help.but smile at their bickering. It was nice to have them back together. You knew Bucky hadn't responded to Sams' texts for multiple reasons but the main one was because he didn't know what to say to him.
"I read The Hobbit... In 1937 when it first came out." Bucky answered Sams question, a bit of smugness in his voice.
"So, you get my point."
"No, I don't. There are no wizards!"
"Doctor Strange? Wanda?" Sam raised his brows as he stared at Bucky.
"A sorcerer is a wizard without a hat." Sam grinned, looking proud of himself. You chuckled softly.
"That's not the point. These guys aren't magical. They use brute force just like you, the incredibly annoying guy with a staring problem."
"That staring problem was what caught this guys' attention." Bucky motioned towards you. You bit back a smile, nodding.
"Yeah, kind of true." You giggled. You looked at Bucky, licking your lips.
"I should go. Please, don't get into trouble! I don't want a phone call from your therapist telling me you got arrested, alright?" You raised your brows at Bucky. Bucky nodded, leaning and kissing your temple.
"I promise I won't get arrested.."
"That's a goddamn lie." Sam muttered, walking towards a plane with Bucky following. You watched them walk away, hearing them faintly continue to bicker. You let out a deep sigh, turning around.
"And now onto Wanda."
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Bucky might’ve started the night on the Wilson’s couch, but that’s not where he ended it. In which staying the night at the Wilson’s might’ve been the best decision Bucky’s ever made.
Warnings: Implied sexual content, swearing (if there’s more let me know)
A/n: this was supposed to be like 100 words but I have no self control
4.4k words under the cut
ao3 link + playlist (by @mermistahawk)
Bucky sighed, feeling the humid air on his face, the weather was just one of the many things that differentiated Brooklyn and Louisiana. Another one of the many, many, things that made them different was the calm. Brooklyn was busy, and fast, faster than Bucky could keep up with. It was slower down here, not slow fully, but slow enough that Bucky felt calm. He didn’t feel like he had to pay attention at all times to make sure he didn’t miss anything. For the first time in a long time, Bucky felt himself relaxing.
He watched as Sam admired the case, he put down his beer and ran his hands over it. “It’s a nice case.” He acknowledged, causing Bucky to chuckle.
“That’s the first thing you say?” He asked in disbelief, and Sam rolled his eyes. Bucky put his beer down, if he wanted to check into a hotel before flying home tomorrow he should leave soon. “Well, I better get going.”
“You have a flight back?” Sam asked, and Bucky nodded.
“Tomorrow,” Bucky clarified, “But I’m going to get a hotel for the night.” Sam looked at him in disbelief, before shaking his head in laughter. Bucky didn’t get what was so funny, all he said was he was getting a hotel for the night.
“So,” Sam laughed, “you’re just going to set me up like that, huh?” Now, Bucky was really confused. Set him up? For what, oh. Sam thought he was trying to guilt him into letting Bucky stay. Well, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“Well I wouldn’t want to make it weird for your family,” Bucky said, and Sam just scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Just stay here.” Sam said, and Bucky couldn't believe it’d been that easy, he went to protest just to make a show, but Sam cut him off, “The people here are the most welcoming people in the world, they don’t care if you wear extra small t-shirts, or if your mom’s your aunt, or-”
Bucky got the implications, no one here would care about his past, “I get it,” he laughed, “the people are nice.”
Sam nodded, “Ok, so I’ll tell Sarah to make room for one more. I’m taking the guest bedroom right now, but the couch is comfortable. I mean it’s no hotel, but it’s a nice couch.” Bucky laughed, he watched as the man in front of him rambled on and on about how ‘it really is a comfortable couch, Buck.’ “But, I mean if you aren’t comfortable with the couch I’ll take it and you can have the guest-”
Bucky cut him off, “Sam.” Sam’s eyes snapped to his, “You don’t have to give up the bed for me, I’ll be okay on the couch, really.” Sam hesitated a bit, before deciding that it was a good enough answer, and walking off to tell Sarah.
Yeah, Louisiana was a lot different than Brooklyn.
Dinner with the Wilsons was hectic….No that wasn’t the right word, it wasn’t hectic, but it wasn’t like the family dinners Bucky grew up with. AJ and Cass were great kids, but they asked so many questions. Of course, Bucky was happy to answer every single one, but he just wasn’t sure which details to keep in and which to keep out. He didn’t want to blatantly lie to the kids, but he also didn’t want to mention that the reason he has a metal arm is that he once fell hundreds of feet off of a train, and his arm was the only casualty. But other than Bucky having to do mental gymnastics to make sure he doesn’t accidentally let too many gory details loose, he rather enjoyed their questions. They asked him a lot about working with their Uncle, and Bucky was happy to share all of the embarrassing details.
Sam didn’t appreciate that very much, and Bucky was sure to have bruises with how much Sam was kicking him under the table. Sarah seemed to be enjoying the conversation as well, even taking the liberty of asking her own questions, which earned her and Bucky a glare from Sam, but Bucky gladly answered them anyway.
Finally, Sam seemed to have had enough and decided to take matters into his own hands, by taking a bite of his food, and loudly proclaiming to the table that Bucky had jumped out of a plane without a parachute and did, in fact, not land on his feet. AJ and Cass turned to Bucky in total awe, and Sarah stifled her laughter into her hand.
“You really jumped out of a plane?” AJ asked, staring at Bucky with wide eyes, mouth agape, “Without a parachute?” Bucky nodded shyly, and AJ and Cass looked at each other.
“Wow!” They both exclaimed, “That’s so cool!” and Sam scoffed, slapping the table. Bucky shot him an apologetic look, mouthing ‘sorry’. It’s not Bucky’s fault they thought Bucky was cooler than Sam, well maybe it was a little bit Bucky’s fault considering he fueled the fire with the stories.
“That was a disaster,” Sam stated, while they were helping Sarah do dishes after she put the boys to bed.
Bucky shrugged, “I thought it went well.”
“Well, of course, you thought it went well,” accused Sam, “They were loving you.” Bucky paused for a moment, wondering if Sam was actually mad at him. “You jumped out of a plane, without a parachute.” Sam jokingly mimicked Cass and AJ, and Bucky let out a sigh of relief. “Betrayed by my own nephews, this is unbelievable.”
Sam shook his head, and Bucky saw Sarah roll her eyes out of the corner of his eye. “I should throw you out.” Sam said, and Bucky laughed, “I’m serious man, you come into my home, and a couple of hours later my family likes you better than me.”
“Well,” Bucky noted, “That says a lot more about you than me man.”
Sam gasped, “James ‘Bucky’ Barnes,” Bucky scoffed at the use of his full name, “you dare insult me like that? In my own home too.” Sam slapped a hand over his heart in fake hurt. Sarah made an off-handed comment that it was, in fact, her home not his, but Sam kept all of his attention on Bucky, who just laughed, and said,
“Oh I dare.” and that’s how Bucky Barnes accidentally started a water fight in the middle of the Wilson’s kitchen.
Sam started the fight, and that is the hill Bucky will die on. The floor, Sam, and Bucky, all ended up soaked in water, and the only thing the fight achieved was getting both Sam and Bucky kicked out of the kitchen by Sarah.
“That was so your fault,” accused Sam as soon as Sarah closed the door to the house, taking a seat on the porch chairs, crossing his arms defensively.
“How,” Bucky scoffed, “was it my fault. You started it!”
“I did not!” Sam yelled, causing Sarah to open the window behind him.
She looked at both of them in exasperation, “You can argue all you want, but please be quiet the boys are sleeping, and if you wake them up with your endless bickering I will make you sleep on the porch.”
Sam held his hands up in mock surrender, and Bucky gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry Sarah.”
Sam eventually made his way back inside to grab him and Bucky a few beers, he sighed, opening the bottle and relaxing against the porch seat. They sat there in silence for a few moments, before Bucky looked over to him, going to break the silence. He paused, exhaling as he caught sight of Sam. Sam had his head titled back, lips slightly parted as he gently sighed, holding his beer between his pointer and middle finger, and basking in the humid nighttime air.
Sam caught his eye, and Bucky turned away quickly, feeling his cheeks start to heat up; he hoped that it was dark enough on the porch to hide it. He heard Sam chuckle softly to himself, but they both fell into silence again.
Bucky took the time in the silence to admire his surroundings again, the nonhuman type. There were a lot more trees down here than in Brooklyn, which was to be expected, but it was still nice. He looked out of the lake, looking at the stars clearly for the first time in he didn’t know how long. In Brooklyn, you could see some stars, but they were nothing compared to the stars here.
“They’re beautiful aren’t they,” said a sudden voice behind Bucky, causing him to jump.
“Jesus!” Bucky yelped, barely managing not to accidentally fall over with how much he jumped. “Warn a guy next time.”
Sam laughed, throwing his head back, “World’s greatest assassin my ass.” Bucky scowled, pushing Sam away, who just latched onto his wrist, laughing harder. “I’m sorry,” Sam laughed, not convincing Bucky he was actually sorry in the slightest, “Just didn’t think I would scare you.”
“Well, you did,” Bucky grumbled, taking a seat on the steps of the porch, Sam following shortly afterward, still laughing his ass off. Sam knocked shoulders with him as he sat down, and Bucky wasn’t sure if it was an act of “aggression”, or just an accident. “But yeah, they’re great.”
Sam nodded, “You don’t get views like this in Brooklyn.”
“What’re you trying to say,” Bucky asked in mock defense.
“You,” said Sam, “know I’m right.” He raised his eyebrows smugly, and Bucky rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the sky and stars. They were really beautiful, bright and clear as day against the dark sky. Sam started to point out constellations to him, telling him about the times he used to sneak out as a kid just so he could see them properly. “I never stepped foot off the property though, I’d either go down by the docks, or just sneak onto the roof to see them, so I don’t really know if it counts as ‘sneaking out’.”
Bucky laughed at that, finding it hard to believe that the Sam Wilson he knew was once a nerdy teenager sneaking out just to look at stars in the sky because he couldn’t see them clearly enough from his bedroom window. They sat out there for so long Bucky lost track of time. Eventually, Sam yawned, checking the time. His eyes widened, and he let out a small laugh.
“What?” Bucky asked,
“It’s one am.” Sam laughed, turning the phone to Bucky, and it was Bucky’s turn to widen his eyes.
“Shit,” Bucky breathed out, and Sam nodded.
“Shit indeed,” He agreed, “I can’t believe you let me ramble on about the stars for hours.” He said, getting up and wiping his pants off.
Bucky looked up at him, “Well you seemed really into it, and plus it was kinda interesting.” Sam looked down at him with soft eyes, the end of his mouth turning up. He held his hand out for Bucky, who gladly took it. Standing up, Bucky patted his shoulder, “Well we should probably go to bed.”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed, “Uh, just let me set up the couch real quick.” Bucky watched as Sam rushed off, and he slowly followed him into the house. He watched as Sam went back and forth between the hall closest and the couch, testing different pillows and blankets. Bucky walked up to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Sam,” He said gently, “It’s perfect,” He took the blanket and pillows from Sam, who protested slightly, “Really, it’s great, you don’t have to worry.”
“Are you sure?” Sam asked, “Because-”
“Sam,” Bucky said, guiding him away from the couch, “You don’t have to freak out, it’s me, I sleep on the floor most nights.” Sam started to protest again, “Sam, I promise you it’s perfect.”
Sam sighed, accepting his defeat, “Ok, but, you tell me if you need anything. Ok?”
Bucky nodded, “Ok, I will.” Sam nodded, meeting Bucky’s eyes. Bucky slowly removed his hand from his arm, brushing his hand by mistake. Sam’s breath hitched, and his eyes darted to Bucky’s hand, before coming back up to rest on his lips. They both stood there staring at each other, silently begging the other to make the first move because they couldn’t do it themselves.
Sam cleared his throat, “Well, I should uh,” He pointed to his room, and Bucky nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll uh,” Bucky awkwardly rubbed his palms together, “see you in the morning.” He shot Sam a tight-lipped smile, and Sam nodded.
Bucky didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, or what time it was when he woke up, but he rubbed his eyes and took a look outside. It was still dark so he couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour or two. He sighed, getting up off the couch to go to the bathroom when he heard someone moving around in the kitchen. He knew reasonably it was just one of the Wilsons but that didn’t stop his mind. So he called out to them.
“Hello,” He said, voice gruff from sleep, he heard the person whisper an ‘oh shit’, and heard a few things drop before the light was turned on. He met Sam’s surprised face and laughed.
“Sorry,” Sam cringed, “did I wake you?”
Bucky shook his head, “No, I was already up. Are you okay?” He asked, and Sam looked confused, he looked down at the broken glass on the floor, and let out a small ‘ah’.
“Oh,” He chuckled to himself, “Oh uh no I’m good, yeah, I was just getting some water.” He motioned to the sink and the now broken glass. “But uh, obviously that plan has been foiled.” Bucky cringed, that one was partially on him. He stood up fully, walking over to Sam.
“Here let me help you clean up,” He said, “Since I'm partially to blame for scaring you.”
After they cleaned the glass up, Sam tried his best to hide it, ultimately giving up and hoping Sarah wouldn’t notice the broken glass in the trash; and Sam finally got his glass of water, they both took seats at the table.
“So,” Sam said into his glass, “How’d you sleep?” Sam cringed, “Ya know before I woke you up.”
“I was already up Sam,” Bucky said, “So you’re fine, and well, at least better than I have been.” Sam nodded in understanding. “How about you?”
Sam shrugged, “Nothing new. Kept up by my own thoughts I guess.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, “What kind of thoughts?”
“Nope,” Sam shook his head, “We’re not going there. Not a chance Barnes.”
Bucky scoffed, “Really?”
Sam nodded, and Bucky glared, “There is no way in hell you’re going to get me to tell you, Buck. Not a chance.”
“Ok man,” Bucky said, “I’m not going to force you.”
Sam ended up telling him what kept him up, well at least a good part of it. It was mostly his worries about taking on the mantle of Captain America, which reasonably was a good reason to lay awake at night. Bucky listened as Sam told him about his worries. He talked about Isaiah’s story, and what he went through, what he lost. He talked about how he was going to go through with it, he’s Captain America now, and there’s no changing that. Bucky just listens as Sam talks, nodding at certain points, but he lets Sam talk. He lets Sam get everything he wants to off his chest.
Eventually, Sam stopped talking, letting his confessions hover in the air. Bucky didn’t force him to continue, he sat there, waiting for Sam to say something, to cut the tension that lies in the air. But he didn’t, instead, he finished his glass of water, and got up.
“I should probably head back to bed,” Sam said, and Bucky gave him, what he hoped didn’t look like, a forced smile.
Bucky followed him, remembering why he got up in the first place, “Uh, where’s the bathroom? That’s why I got up, I just kinda,” He scratched the back of his neck, “Forgot.” It wasn’t a blatant lie, that is why he got up, and he did forget, but he didn’t really need to go anymore. Sam gave him a look of disbelief, before throwing his head back and laughing. Bucky flushed, embarrassed.
Sam shook his head, “Come on,” He led Bucky down the hallway leading up to the guest bedroom, Sam’s room. Sam stopped at the end of the hallway, “This is it.” Bucky nodded, whispering a ‘thanks’, he hesitated to open the door, and Sam seemed to make note of it because he cleared his throat. “Well, um, I’m going to, uh,” He pointed behind him to his bedroom, and Bucky nodded, opening the bathroom door and stepping in.
He heard Sam’s footsteps stop, and he sighed, leaning against the bathroom door. He debated going back out there and just throwing caution to the wind. “Fuck.” He whispered, sliding down the door to sit on the floor. He hadn’t even turned the light on in the bathroom, so he was just sitting on the floor in the dark, debating on whether or not he was going to jeopardize whatever he had with Sam. God he really was pathetic wasn’t he.
He rested his head in his hands. Laughing quietly to himself, he really was something. He was pining after Sam Wilson, who was four feet away. So he’s sitting on Sam’s bathroom floor, in the dark, having a crisis because of it.
Bucky got up off the floor, finally turning the light on. He splashed some water on his face, getting a good look at himself in the mirror. He had dark circles under both eyes, not as bad as they were a few days ago, but still there. His hair was still messy from sleeping on the couch. Rubbing his hand over his face, he sighed.
Hearing the floors outside the bathroom creak, his head shot up. It might’ve been Sarah, or Sam, the latter was more probable. If it was Sam that meant he hadn’t gone back to bed yet. Meaning he’d either gotten distracted on the two steps to his room, but, hey, it happens to the best of us, or he was waiting for something too.
Bucky whispered, “Fuck it.” and opened the bathroom door, he grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt and brought him in for a bruising kiss. He heard Sam yelp in surprise, and for a moment he panicked thinking he made a mistake, but then Sam melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck to bring him impossibly closer, and suddenly it’s the best thing he’s ever done.
Bucky could feel Sam’s heart through his chest, and he pulled away. Sam stared at him with hooded eyes, and Bucky’s breath hitched.
“I. Uh.” He started but, thankfully, Sam cut him off with another bruising kiss. Sam’s nose bumped Bucky’s, and their teeth hit, but they didn’t pay any attention. Sam grabbed at his shirt, pulling away for a second to catch his breath, he giggled softly as Bucky chased his lips. He tugged at Bucky’s shirt lightly, and Bucky took the hint, throwing his shirt onto the floor.
Sam grabbed the side of his face. “God, come here,” he said, voice quivering slightly, as he pulled Bucky back in. His lips slotted against Bucky’s, and Bucky groaned into it. Sam pulled away again, planting sloppy kisses down Bucky’s jaw. Bucky’s heart raced, and he slid his hand up to Sam’s shoulder to stabilize himself.
“Sam,” Bucky groaned as Sam moved further down his neck, “Sam,” Sam hummed against his neck causing him to whine, “Sam, we should,” He gasped as Sam bit down on his neck, “We should probably, move to your room.” Sam paused, coming up to meet Bucky’s eyes. His lips were swollen, and his breath was hot against Bucky’s lips.
“Yeah,” Sam nodded, Bucky licked his lips, and Sam’s eyes followed the movement. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Sam reached out behind him, opening the door, before grabbing the waistband of Bucky’s pants, and pulling him inside.
Bucky woke up to the sun streaming in through the curtains. It took him a second to remember where he was, but when he did he sighed and laid his head back on Sam’s chest.
Sam shifted under him, removing the arm that was around Bucky, “You up?” he asked, his voice gruff with sleep.
Bucky shook his head, “No, ‘m not.” He mumbled into Sam’s chest, Bucky could feel Sam’s chest vibrate as he laughed.
“Yeah,” Sam said softly, threading his fingers through Bucky’s hair, “alright sleepy head. We have to get up some time though.” He shifted under Bucky again, trying to find a way to get out from under him, but Bucky just held him tighter.
“‘M not moving Samuel,” Bucky declared, and Sam huffed.
Sam leaned down and placed a light kiss on the top of Bucky’s head as best he could, “Yeah alright, well if we’re not going to get up, are we at least going to talk about last night?” Bucky froze, talking about things was never really something he was good at. Bucky was an action guy. He took risks with his body, whether it was going to war, jumping out of a plane, or kissing his best friend. But as soon as it came down to the words, he was out of his league.
“It was good,” Bucky said hesitantly, and Sam snorted.
“Damn right it was good,” Sam said, and Bucky blushed into his chest. “But, uh, that’s not what I meant.”
“Yeah,” Bucky tilted his head up to look at Sam, “I figured.” Sam smiled back down at him, tilting Bucky’s head up, even more, to give him a soft kiss on the lips. Bucky smiled against Sam’s lips softly, “I don’t know, do you want it to mean something?”
“Yeah,” Sam said with such certainty it made Bucky’s heart swell, “Yeah I do, god, Buck, I want it to mean something. Please tell me it meant something.” He begged, and Bucky smiled, nodding reassuringly as he sat up to straddle him.
“Yeah,” He cradled Sam’s face gently, bringing it up so that his lips brushed Sam’s, “It did.” Sam’s smile widened, and he wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist, closing the gap between their lips.
They both laid that way, lazily kissing with the morning sun coming in through the window, holding each other like the other would disappear if they let go.
“So,” Sam asked, gently kissing the side of Bucky’s mouth, “How’d you know I’d be outside the bathroom?”
Bucky paused, pushing himself up onto his knees, “I don’t know, I heard someone outside the bathroom, so I just assumed it was you.”
“What if it was like Sarah or someone else,” Sam asked, and Bucky scratched the back of his neck.
“Well that would’ve been very awkward,” Bucky admitted, “‘Hey sorry I kissed you, I thought you were your brother who just walked me to the bathroom.’” Sam stifled a laugh, and Bucky poked him in the ribs, “Ok tough guy, why were you waiting outside the bathroom.”
Sam froze, “Hmm, well, uh I don’t know, I was going to ya know, do what you did, but I figured if you were actually going to the bathroom, that wouldn’t have ended well, so I was just going to wait.” He gave Bucky an awkward smile, and Bucky rested his forehead against Sam’s.
“We really are idiots huh?” He asked,
“Hey,” Sam pulled back, “Speak for yourself man.” Bucky laughed, and Sam brought his hand to rest on the nape of Bucky’s neck. “So.” He said, rubbing circles into the back of Bucky’s neck.
“So.” Bucky mimicked, and he leaned into Sam’s touch, tilting his head back slightly.
Sam licked his lips, “So, since this,” He pointed between him and Bucky, “Means something, right?” Bucky nodded, “Does that mean I get to call you my boyfriend, or do I have to stick with ‘annoying guy with the staring problem’.”
Bucky blew the hair out of his eyes, “I mean, I don’t know man, boyfriends? I mean take me out on a date first I mean-.” Sam rolled his eyes, and Bucky gave a smug smile.
Bucky smiled, leaning down, “I know right, I’m just the best.” He kissed Sam softly, before pulling back, “So about that date?”
Sam hummed, “Yeah I’ll take you on a date,” He kissed Bucky again, “I’ll take you on a million dates.” He kissed him between words for exaggeration, “I’m going to take you on so many dates you’ll get tired of them.”
Bucky smiled in between kisses, “Yeah? Promise?”
“Swear to it.” That was all Sam said before, pulling him by the neck, and kissing him hard. Eventually, Sam got Bucky out of bed, convincing him to help him fix the water pump of the boat before Sarah woke up. They never finished it though, as with the factor that they couldn’t agree on anything, and they kept getting distracted, Sarah woke up before they were done and kicked them out.
“She’s a very mean person,” Sam complained as they walked away, and Bucky laughed.
“It’s tough love,” Bucky corrected, patting his back, causing Sam to scoff.
“No,” He said, “If you did what I told you to do, we would have been done before any of this took place.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault because I wouldn’t listen to your stupid plan?” Bucky asked, and Sam nodded.
“Yup,” Sam said, giving Bucky a smug look, “There’s a method to my madness.”
“There is no such thing.”
Sam shook his head, “There’s a prowess that goes into my madness.” And Bucky rolled his eyes. Sam just tapped the side of his head, “You know I’m right man.” Bucky slung his arm over Sam’s shoulder, choosing to ignore him, and Sam leaned into the touch. As they were walking away from the docks Bucky realized something.
Everything that happened last night, had been just one choice away from not happening. If he hadn’t flown down after he found out about the shield, if he hadn’t decided to fight Karli with Sam, if he hadn’t broken Zemo out, if Madripoor hadn’t happened, if he didn’t stay the night at the Wilsons. All of these events, all these chances, that Bucky hadn’t given two thoughts, all of them lead up to this, and it made Bucky realize.
Sometimes you just have to take the small chances life gives you in order to take a life-changing one.
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Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes/ SamBucky x Reader
A/N: This was partly inspired by “Partition” by Beyonce. Got a little carried away.
Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Double Penetration, 18+ only. Minors DNI
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Sam had told you to take it easy, but of course you didn’t listen. Bucky had told him to stop worrying, that you would be fine. You knew, well, thought, you could handle all the alcohol you'd drank that night. And to be fair you didn't overdo it, but you were feeling good. And when you felt good like that, you tended to get a bit handsy; which was all well and good when you were at home or around friends, but this was different. When you were at a reception, dressed up, with senators, not so much. You needed to keep your hands to yourself, or at least try.
Of course the setting didn’t stop you, it just made you a bit more sneaky.
You walked around with Bucky and Sam, nodding, smiling, and talking with various senators and their aides and spouses, but after about the tenth one, you became bored. Luckily there was an open bar. Once Sam was in deep conversation with Senator Woodsworth (or was it Worthington? Who cares, you had stopped paying attention), you slowly backed away and made your way to get a drink.
You’d had one, then another, then a third. After your fifth one, you were feeling the alcohol. You walked around to find Sam, you found him still in conversation with the same senator, joined by two more. You sidled up to him, sipping on your drink. When he felt you next to him, he slipped an arm around you, giving your side a quick squeeze, before letting you go; never stopping his conversation. You weren’t in the mood to be ignored, however. You placed your hand on his back, sliding it down until you could slip it under his suit coat. You lightly ran your nails up and down his back, knowing how much he liked that. You felt him shiver, then he shot you a warning look. You didn’t meet his eyes as you kept sipping your drink innocently. When you let your hand slide down to grope at his ass, you heard him stumble over some of his words. You took your hand away as you smirked into your drink.
When he’d finished his conversation with the senators, he grabbed your hand and pulled you, none too gently, into a corner.
“Y/N, what’s gotten into you?”
You pouted. “I’m bored, Sammy.”
He knew that tone. His eyes landed on the glass in your hand and he sighed. “How much have you had to drink?”
You smiled mischievously. “Not a lot.”
“That’s her fifth one,” Bucky’s voice said from behind you. He'd been watching you from the other side of the room.
“Okay, well, that’s her last one,” Sam said to him, then turning to you he said, “No more, you know how you get. At least wait until we get home.”
“Well, let’s leave now and you won’t have to worry,” you said, shrugging and continuing to sip on your drink.
“Y/N,” he said with warning in his voice.
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Bucky said, taking your drink out of your hand.
“You heard him,” he said to you, taking your arm and leading you away. “No more, now be good.”
You pouted some more as you walked away with Bucky.
You didn’t fare better being around him. He had to keep swatting your sneaky hands away from him too.
All through the rest of the evening, they tried their best to control you. It didn’t work. During dinner, where you had a few more drinks, even though they both had told you not to, they had to keep removing your hands from their laps. You knew you had gotten to them though, once you felt how hard you had made both of them.
Sam couldn’t take it anymore.
As soon as the dinner was over, he made excuses for the three of you. He motioned to Bucky, gave you a look, and the three of you got up to leave. You tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to hide your glee as you said your goodbyes.
Once you all were in the back of the limo and were on the way home, you leaned over to Sam who was sitting there, leaning away from you and giving you a look.
You took his chin in your hand. “Aww, Sammy, are you mad at me?”
He didn’t say anything, but continued to look at you. You attempted to kiss him, but when your lips touched his, he didn’t do anything. You pouted again, then shrugged, took your hand away, then turned to Bucky.
“He’s not talking to me.”
“So I see.”
“Do you think he’s mad at me?”
“He may be.”
“Are you mad at me?” you asked as you gave him your best innocent look.
Bucky just chuckled.
You took that as a good sign and moved closer to him. You threw a look at Sam before turning back to Bucky. You took his chin in your hand, like you did with Sam, and leaned in to kiss him. Bucky responded by kissing you back. Taking your hand from his face, you let it slide down his chest, until you got to his lap. You rubbed the erection you felt growing there, making him groan.
You smiled against his lips and began to undo his pants. Taking his dick out and stroking it. You kissed Bucky one more time before lowering your head. You licked up the vein on the underside, before licking and sucking around the head. You then lowered your head, taking him into your mouth until you gagged. You started bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks around him. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, leaning his head back, enjoying what you were doing with your mouth.
When you felt the limo swerve a bit, almost making you lose your rhythm, Sam looked up, and saw the driver peering at you through the rearview mirror. He cleared his throat loudly, glaring at him, and motioned for the driver to raise the partition.
“You know,” Sam finally spoke to Bucky as he watched you. “You’re just rewarding her bad behavior.”
Bucky lifted his head and looked over you at his friend, replying, “Just let her have her fun, Samuel.”
“Naughty girl. We were trying to take her out to have a nice time,” Sam tsked, his eyes still on you. “Couldn’t even wait until we got home.”
“Well, looks like that’s just not her thing,” Bucky smirked, before placing his hand on Sam’s thigh, rubbing up it. “Relax.”
“Don’t you start too,” Sam groaned.
Like you had done a few minutes ago, Bucky took Sam’s chin in his hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb. He then leaned as close as he could with you between them and kissed Sam softly. Once he felt Sam relax, he reluctantly lifted your head, and nodded towards Sam.
You wiped your mouth and, hiking up your dress, you tried to climb on his lap to kiss him. Sam wouldn’t let you though.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, shaking his head and pushing you away.
You were about to ask him why, when you felt the limo come to a stop. When the driver announced that you were home, Sam pushed you off his lap and climbed out. You looked over at Bucky, who shrugged, fixed his clothes, and nudged you out, following behind you.
You walked up to the door. Sam opened it and ushered you inside. Once Bucky closed the door behind him, Sam came up behind you, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you towards him. You felt his lips ghost up the back of your neck to your ear. You felt his hand slowly unzip your dress. Before you could take it off, he stopped you.
“Go in our room, take everything off, and wait,” he whispered before lightly pushing you away towards the hallway.
You walked off with one look back, Bucky just nodded at you. Once you were in the room, you stripped out of all your clothes and sat on the edge of the bed to wait. While you were waiting, Sam went over to the bar next to the kitchen and fixed himself a drink. Bucky watched him.
“What are you planning?” he asked.
“Nothing too bad, just gonna teach her to behave in public.”
Bucky laughed. “I don't really think that’ll work.”
“Probably not,” Sam conceded, but he smiled and added, “But might as well have some fun.” He drained his glass, and pointed at Bucky, "You gotta stop letting her get away with everything."
Bucky nodded. "I know, but she's so cute. I can't say no to her."
Sam shook his head, "That's sad."
"Hey, it's the same reason I let you get away with so much," he said before pulling him close and kissing him again.
After a bit Sam pulled away slowly, then nodded his head towards the room. "C'mon."
You looked up when you heard the door open and both men entered. You started to smile but when you saw the stern look on Sam's face, your smile faltered.
"We took you out, to this nice dinner so that you weren't doing the same things every night," he started, walking to you.
You opened your mouth to argue, but he stopped you by holding up a hand.
"And I get you didn't have fun," he continued. "But still all you had to do was behave yourself. And you couldn't even do that."
You hung your head.
"Look at me."
You looked up at him.
"You have got to stop acting out in public," he said, taking a seat on your left.
He had stripped out of his coat and taken off his tie. He was now rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
"I blame us," he said, taking your face in his hand. "We let you get away with too much. Well, that stops now."
At that final word he let your face go, and pulled you, by your arm, over his lap.
"You know not to call me that," he said.
"I'm sorry, daddy."
"Good, now count."
And with that he landed a stinging slap on your bare ass, making you squeal out in shock.
When you didn't say anything, Sam whispered "Well, that's five more. If I have to tell you again, I'll make it ten."
He smacked you again and you whimpered out, "One."
He did it over and over. By the time you reached five, Bucky came and sat on your other side. He frowned slightly over at Sam.
"Don't give me that look," Sam told him, giving your ass another smack. "I told you, you're too easy on her. Besides this isn't a real punishment for her." He took his hand from your ass and swiped a finger up your pussy. "Look how wet it's gotten her."
It was true, you were soaking wet. You couldn't help it. When this side of Sam came out, it was such a turn on. You hadn't expected the spankings, but, oh, you weren't complaining. A sore ass was worth this.
When you had reached ten, Sam lifted you off his lap. You would have sat down on the bed but you couldn't. So you stood there in front of both men, tears still running down your face, your makeup smudged. Bucky got up and wiped your face as best as he could. Sam tsked from his spot on the bed.
"Too easy on her," he said again, before getting up and walking behind his friend.
He proceeded to strip Bucky out of his clothes. Taking off his jacket and tie, before undoing his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear. He then turned him around by his arm and kissed him roughly, grabbing onto him by his waist, before pushing him down on the bed.
"Clean up the mess she made," Sam told him.
Bucky reached for you, and tried to lay you back on the bed, but winced as your ass touched the bed.
"I don't think she can sit on the bed, I made sure of that."
"Fine," Bucky said, laying back and motioning for you to climb on his face.
You did. As you lowered your pussy over his face, he saw how wet you were. He couldn't help but comment, "So, you did like it."
"Told you," Sam said smugly.
You lost focus on what both men were saying when you felt Bucky's tongue delve into your slick folds. You closed your eyes and began rocking your hips as he worked his tongue inside you.
"Fuck, baby," you groaned when you felt his tongue flick at your clit, making you grab onto the headboard.
"Feels good, doesn't it, baby girl?" You heard Sam ask.
"Y-yes," you moaned as you felt Bucky wrap his lips around your clit as he slipped two fingers inside you, teasing them against your g-spot.
"Then show him how much you're enjoying it."
You lifted your body and turned around. You saw Sam standing at the foot of the bed, he had stripped off his clothes, before you lowered your head onto Bucky's cock again. You licked up the precum from the head, swirling your tongue around it before taking all of him into your mouth again. You felt him moan around your clit, sending more waves of pleasure through you.
You then felt Sam's hand grab your chin, lifting your face up a bit. You came face to face with his hard dick.
"Go on," he said softly from above you. "Us both."
You took his dick into your mouth as you stroked Bucky's, then took Bucky's in your mouth as you stroked Sam. You alternated between the two until you felt Bucky give a particularly hard suck on your clit. You sat straight up, moaning loudly.
"Fuck, fuck, Bucky, fuck."
You started to move your hips faster, as Bucky worked his fingers inside you. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge. You felt the bed dip a bit as Sam joined you.
"Cum for us," he said, taking your chin in his hand. "Let Bucky taste all of you. Go on, cum on his face."
You felt that coil inside your abdomen break and you came with a loud moan. You felt your legs shaking, and Bucky grabbed onto them, holding you steady. Grabbing you by the back of your head, Sam kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue inside your mouth, swallowing your moans, while Bucky continued to work his inside you.
Once you caught your breath, Sam pulled you from Bucky by your waist, settling you on his lap.
You nodded, moving your hips against his hard dick.
“You want me to fuck you, huh?” he asked, his hands going to your thighs.
“So bad, daddy,” you told him.
Sam couldn’t help it, he smiled. Bucky was right, you were cute, especially when you were so needy like this.
He sat back against the headboard. “Bucky too?”
“Yes,” you said, turning to look at him with a grin.
He smiled at you, sitting up to kiss you. You let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue slide in, letting you taste your juices. As he kissed you, you felt Sam’s hands roam over your body, toying with your breasts, before taking one in his mouth, licking and sucking on your nipple, then moving to the other. You started grinding against him, wanting him inside you. When Bucky felt you moving your hips, he knew what you wanted. He reached between you and Sam, grabbing a hold of his dick, and stroking it slowly. You felt Sam moan around your nipple.
Bucky winked at you, making you grin, before lowering his head. Like you had done to him earlier, Bucky swirled his tongue around the head of Sam’s dick. Sam threw his head back, and you took advantage of that to kiss and suck along his neck, down his chest, stomach, until you met Bucky’s head. You shuffled back so that you could lick the underside of his dick. You started working your mouth and tongue on the shaft while Bucky teased the head. As you both kept going, Sam’s groans grew louder.
After a while you felt him stop you both.
“We got time for that later,” he said, before asking you, “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
He motioned for you to climb back on his lap. You did so eagerly, sliding down on him. He held onto your hips as you settled yourself on him and began to move. Bucky watched you two for a moment, then positioned himself behind you. He kissed and licked along your neck, his hands reaching around to fondle your breasts, as you bounced up and down on Sam’s dick.
“Shit, so wet,” Sam murmured as your velvety walls contracted around him.
When you felt Bucky’s hand slide down to rub your clit, you reached behind him, grabbing his cock and stroking it in time with your movements.
“B-bucky,” you groaned, slowing your hips. “Fuck me.”
You leaned forward a bit and you felt the tip of his cock toy with your asshole. He slid inside you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. Once he was in, and you adjusted to both of them, they both began moving inside you. The feel of them both overwhelming you. They both murmured words of encouragement as you continued to take them.
“So, so good, baby,” Bucky said. “Taking us so good.”
“Keep going,” Sam muttered. “That’s it, that’s our good girl.”
You felt Sam’s hand come to play with your clit as you moved with them.
“Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop,” you groaned.
“Come on, baby. Cum,” Sam moaned.
Your body obeyed him and with a loud, almost feral moan, you came hard, your orgasm surging around him. They were close behind you, you felt Bucky’s hips began to stutter as he moved inside you faster. With a loud moan, he bit down on your neck as he emptied himself inside you, his cock twitching. He pulled out and, grabbing onto your hips, started moving you up and down on top of Sam, while he fucked up inside you. When you clenched your pussy around his dick, Sam let out a groan, and came inside you. You leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours, swallowing his moans as he continued to rut himself into you, until he was spent.
The three of you collapsed on the bed, hot and sweaty, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, attempting to catch your breath. You lay between them, their hands roaming over your body, lips on your skin.
You turned towards Sam, caressing his face.
"Are you still mad at me?"
“Not if you learned your lesson," Sam said, kissing you softly. "Are you gonna behave in public?"
“Mmm, maybe," you said with a mischievous smile.
He looked from you to Bucky, who just chuckled.
“I told you,” he said simply.
"It's because you spoil her," Sam argued, making Bucky shrug with indifference.
“Well," you said. "Maybe I need to learn some more? I don't think my lesson sank in the first time."
Sam sighed. "Well, I tried. Buck, it's your turn."
“That’s just what I’d figured you’d say,” Bucky said with a laugh, turning your body towards him and lifting your leg up, so that he could slide inside you.
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The Price of the Shield
Sam Wilson X Reader
Summary: Sam is Captain America. What does that mean for the two of you?
Warnings: ANGST! Small bit of fluff. Italics are flashbacks.
I don't know what came over me but this story had to come out. I'm sorry if this hurts anyone.
Dividers by the amazing @whimsicalrogers
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“Oh God Sam…” Y/N whispered with her hands over her mouth. He was on every station as he glided to the ground with Karli's lifeless body in his arms. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest as his feet hit the ground.
'She's just a kid Y/N.' Sam had said a week ago when he was home. 'What she's fighting for isn't abnormal. She just wants a place to call home, to be accepted, to feel like she, and her people, belong.' He shook his head as he spoke. 'The governments of the world have pushed them out.'
'I can't imagine what it is like to have your home ripped out from you.' Y/N dried her hands as she spoke. 'The problem with bringing everyone back is what to do with those who built a life? Those who never had any opportunities before and took chances? Bringing people back ruined a lot of lives.'
Sam smirked as stood. 'Oh so it ruined your life too?'
Rolling her eyes Y/N threw her wet towel at Sam. 'You know what I mean.' She smiled as she wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, letting her lips meet his. She swallowed his moan as he held tighter to her. Resting her forehead on his arms they broke the kiss she breathed deep. 'Please don't joke about that. Losing you nearly broke me.'
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.' Sam held her close as he swayed back and forth hoping to ease her. 'I just… I understand why she's fighting but…' he stopped as he searched for the words.
'But you don't agree with her methods.' Y/N finished as she pulled away to look at his eyes. 'Which is understandable. The question is how are you going to handle it?'
'I have no idea yet.' Sam shrugged as he spoke, stepping away from her arms. 'I will have to wait for Karli to make herself known.'
Y/N looked at the round leather bag in the corner. 'Seems like you have made your decision.'
Sam followed her eyes nodding in response. 'I have to.'
'No you don't.' Y/N was tired of this conversation. She knew, deep down, when he came home with the shield Sam would take up the mantle. She had been given false hope when he gave the shield to the Smithsonian. Once Walker was named the new Captain America she knew. It was only a matter of time.
Doesn't mean she was any less scared.
'That shield represents a lot. I can't let the government make another decision about who gets it.' He stepped closer to her as he spoke. 'I can do good with this shield. I can stand for something good. I can help make a difference. Who would I be if I don't take this chance?' He held her hands in his, eyes pleading. 'I know you are scared. But we can get through this. I'll still come home to you. I will still be here, still be your Sam.'
She exhaled a breath, forcing herself to swallow the tears. Removing her hands from his she shook her head. 'Just, whatever happens, don't turn your back for a second. Don't believe any of the promises said to you.' She made sure to look him in the eyes as she said her last peace. 'Always remember what they did to Isaiah.'
Sitting on the porch, holding her fourth cup of coffee, Y/N stared at the lake. The sunset painted blues, pinks and purples on the water. She tried to ease her anxiety by listening to a calming app on her airpods. She did the breathing exercises, listened to the calming voice, did the counting. It worked for a moment before her brain thought of Sam again. Then the anxiety was back.
Was he alright? Did he need to be treated for something? What if he was forced to stay? Had Ross made him stay because Sam took the shield back?
She had not been able to get in contact with him since he was on television. Bucky wasn't answering either. Not that it was a surprise. But it would have alleviated her stress.
Jumping to her feet at the sound of a car door slamming she cursed under her breath as spilled coffee seeped into her jeans and burned her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed. Legs began to run before her brain could send the command. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes.
Sam caught her as she jumped, strong arms holding her tightly to him. Digging his nose in her hair he breathed deep as he closed his eyes. "I'm here." He whispered as he held her, his heart breaking as he heard a sob break from her chest. "I'm here. I'm ok. I'm here baby."
Gripping him as tight as her muscles would allow Y/N felt the anxiety melt away. He was safe for now. He was in her arms, holding her together as the tears flowed freely. She let go, letting all the fear she had been holding in fall out and seep into his shirt.
When she could she pulled back, holding Sam’s face in her hands. She studied his face as she sniffled, noting the bags deeper under his eyes, he looked worn out. Small bruises littered the side of his face and neck. She wondered, with fear in her throat, how worse he was in places she couldn't see.
Sam finally had a moment to look. To really look at her. His heart broke as he followed the tear tracks down her cheeks, eyes red and full of worry. Her breathing was less labored and she looked less hunched over as she breathed. Looked like she was carrying less weight. He kissed her cheeks, trying so hard to assure her.
"Put me down." She began to wiggle in his arms. "Put me down Sam."
Reluctantly he let her go, watching her movement as she stepped away from him, watching her eyes scan him. "I'm alright Y/N." He held out a hand for her to take when she was ready.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. She was rougher than she intended. Stopping in the living room she stood with her arms crossed. "Where else?"
Sighing and letting his hands fall at his side in defeat Sam spoke, in what he hoped was a soothing voice. "I'm fine. I'm here, with you, and I'm safe. I prom-"
"Please just let me see." Her voice was a whisper, unable to hide the pain she was failing to hold.
"Why do you want to do this?" Sam asked. "Why out yourself through this? You've been through enough."
"I need to know Sam!" She snapped. "I need to know what is happening. I need to know what shape you will be coming back in. If this is what you choose to do with your life then I need to be prepared."
With uneasiness in his eyes Sam lifted his shirt to show the biggest bruise he owned. It stretched from his ribcage to his hip bone, taking over his entire left side.
Covering her face with her hands, failing to hold the fear that came out, as tears sprang from her eyes. "Oh baby…" she whispered as she moved to touch the bruise.
Catching he randomly before it touched his skin, Sam allowed his shirt to fall back down and cover the bruise. "I'm sorry."
"Don't." She swallowed her tears. She looked at him with wet eyes. "I know you are sorry you got hurt. I know you are sorry I'm upset. I know you're sorry about Karli. But don't act like you are sorry about the rest of it."
He winced at Karli's name, his eyes shooting to the ground as he took a deep breath. "I don't know what to say."
"There is nothing to say." She wiped her face. "I just… I hate seeing you hurt. But…" she wrapped her arms around herself as she sat on the couch, fixing him with a weary expression. "It's clear you are going to do this. So I have to get used to it."
She motioned to him with her head. "How are you feeling?"
He knew she was changing the subject. He knew she was done with the conversation. For now he would drop it. "As well as can be expected." He rubbed his face as he spoke. "Karli was a kid." His voice was heavy as he spoke. "All she wanted was a home, a fair chance." He forced himself to be calm before he continued. "I tried Y/N. I really tried."
Rushing to his side Y/N wrapped her arms around him as his body trembled. "Let go baby." She whispered as she began to gently rock him. "I've got you."
"She would have listened. I was getting through to her. She would have listened. I know she would have. But she pulled a gun. Sharon shot her before I could do anything." He spoke so quickly as if the words would burn him. "She's gone. Without ever having seen what she was fighting for."
Holding him tighter Y/N looked out the window, anger bubbling under her skin. Sam had been fighting so hard to bring Karli in. He had tried so hard to get through to her. He would hold onto this, blame himself and carry it for as long as he felt necessary. She tightened her hold on him, whispering she was there and she wouldn't let go.
Sam woke the next morning, feeling her side of bed. He was filled with disappointment as her side of the bed was cold. She had been up for a while. Rubbing sleep out of his eyes he forced himself to sit up, grunting as pain shot from his side. He took a deep breath, forcing the pain down. He would have to ice before this afternoon.
Standing he did his morning stretches as his body started to wake up. He felt every crack, every ache and every strain. He decided he needed a run. He needed to wake his body up and get it moving. The way it was now was not acceptable.
He walked into the kitchen, greeted with the smell of coffee and jambalaya. Music danced in the air as he approached. Y/N was cutting sausage and humming to the beat. Sam wrapped his arms around her as his body rested against hers, peace filling his spirit. “Morning.”
She turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him with everything she had. Hoping she showed how much she loved him, how she missed him and how she was sorry for everything that happened last night. “Morning baby.” She whispered as she leaned her forehead against his as they began to sway together. Loving the peace he brought with him this morning Y/N allowed herself to move, wanting nothing more than to spend the day in his arms. “How are you feeling?”
Shrugging Sam continued to sway, his hold tightening at her. “I’m alright. I was going to go for a run.”
“But….” Y/N giggled.
“But!” Sam agreed as he slapped her butt. “There are better things I can think of doing today.” He captured her lips again, swallowing her yelp of surprise. Turning his head he deepened the kiss, savoring the way she tasted. The first time he kissed her Sam knew he would never get enough. All these years later he still craved her in any way she would allow.
“Don’t start.” Y/N giggled as she tried to move away. “I have too much to do.” She squealed as Sam gathered her in his arms, lifting her off her feet as he walked away from the stove. “Sam!” She yelped. “I have to finish!”
“It can wait.”
“Samuel Thomas Wilson put me down!” She laughed as she tried to sound serious. “Sarah will kill me if this isn’t done.”
Sam froze in the living room. He had forgotten today was the cookout. The entire town would be on the dock sharing food and stories. He had so much to deal with the last few days it had slipped his mind. He gently set her on her feet, taking one more opportunity to slap her butt, reveling in her squeal of surprise.
“Stop that!” She pointed at him as she walked back into the kitchen. She returned to the cutting board as Sam grabbed a bottle of water.
He watched her back, her body moving as needed for her cooking. God he loved her. Loved everything about her. Bringing this back up would put a damper on the good mood she was in. But, he knew, it would be better to discuss this now. “Do you want to talk about last night?”
She stiffened at the question, her body ceasing it’s movement. She had hoped to get through today without this being brought up. “The only thing we have to discuss is you letting go of that guilt.” She turned to face him. “You know you did all you could for Karli. You know you have no control over what other people decide to do.” She walked over, her arms finding their place around his neck. “I don’t want you to beat yourself up for this.”
“I can work on that.” Sam nodded as he spoke. “But you know that’s not what I meant.”
Sighing in frustration she let him go as she made her way back to the kitchen. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want to hear what you are feeling.” Sam countered. “It seems like you are holding a lot in.”
“No I’m not.”
“Please stop lying.” He kept his voice level. “Please talk to me. I’m here.”
She turned her head, the profile of her face showing anxiousness. “How long?”
“What?” Sam asked wrinkling his brow.
“How long are you here? How long before you get called away again?”
She turned as she spoke, words pouring out of her mouth before she could stop them. “How long before I have to wonder where you are? How you are?”
“I’m fine.” Sam motioned to himself. “I’m ok.”
“For now!” She snapped, frustration evident in her posture. “You will be called away again. The question only is when. Then I will be left to wonder and worry again.” She took a deep breath and decided to continue her confession. “I always knew you would do great things. I knew it when we met in college. You went right into the military- I worried and waited. You ran off with Steve- I waited and worried. You became an Avenger- I waited and worried. You were dusted and I mourned you. I MOURNED YOU!” She yelled as she cursed the tears that formed. “Then you came back with that shield. But you stayed. We started to build a good life Sam. Yeah you did some small missions when you were needed. But you were here. I didn’t worry as much. That knot in my chest was gone. I stopped being so tense all the time. I fell in love with you all over again. We were good baby.” She wiped her cheeks as she finished. “Then you decided to take up the shield. We barely spoke about it. I saw you training with it and I thought you would speak with me. We had one conversation Sam. One!” She held up her finger for emphasis. “I tried to say what my concerns were. But how could I? You had made up your mind without making sure it was good for us. And now?” She rubbed her chest. “That knot is back, the tension is back, the constant fear is worse.”
Sam rushed to her, holding her tight even as she fought to get out of his hold. He let her take it all out on him. He felt he deserved it. How had he gotten so wrapped up in everything? How had he forgotten to check in with his girl? “I’m sorry.” It was all he could say as he held her shaking form. “Oh baby I am so sorry.”
“Don’t say that.” She sobbed against his chest. “It doesn’t change anything.”
“I’ll stop.” He cradled her head in his hands as he looked at her, each tear breaking his heart. “I’ll give the shield up and stop.” He was willing to do anything he could to help. She was more important than anything to him. He had to fix this.
“You can’t.” He voice held the defeat she had been fighting. “Even if you wanted to. That shield puts a bigger target on your back than there was. You can’t give the shield up. You know you can’t risk it.” She continued as he shook his head in defiance. “Remember what you said the other day- you can’t let the government make a decision about who gets it.” She wiped her face and stepped out of his embrace. “I know you can do great things. You are Captain America.” She shrugged. “I guess I have to get used to this life if I want to stay.”
Sam froze, every muscle in his body stopped. He was sure he misheard her. “If you choose to stay?” He whispered as if the words burned his tongue.
She forced herself to stand up straight, wiping the remaining tears off her cheeks. “Yeah.” She met Sam’s gaze. “You should go on your run. I have food to finish.” She turned back to the kitchen, turning the music up as she began to chop again.
‘I’m going to be stuck here all day.’ Sam thought as he continued to smile for the pictures. Everyone knew who he was and, now that he was Captain America, they all had to have a picture with him. He smiled and spoke with everyone. But his eyes kept finding Y/N. She had a smile he knew was fake. She was putting on a show for everyone as she stood next to Sarah and handed out food. Shari, a local who was very touchy, jumped into his arms with a big smile on her face. “I cannot believe I am meeting THE Captain America!” She exclaimed.
Once he could Sam took a seat next to Y/N, his hand finding hers under the table and gave, what he hoped, was a comforting squeeze. “I love you.” He whispered as he placed a kiss on her temple. “Can we talk later? About everything?”
She gave him a genuine smile. “You should eat first. Lord knows Shari is waiting for more pictures.” She giggled.
The day was perfect. Y/N was able to let loose, forgetting for a few moments, of the conversation waiting for her. She walked with Sam as they carried dishes to their kitchen. “So how did it feel?”
“In some ways more exhausting than missions.” Sam laughed. “I swear my cheeks hurt from smiling for pictures.”
Placing the dishes in the sink Y/N turned to Sam. “I think these can wait till tomorrow.” She raised her hand to interrupt him before she continued. “The talk can wait too.” She walked past him. “I am too tired and I just want a good night’s sleep. It can all wait un-”
Sam’s phone rang causing his heart to drop. “What impeccable timing you have Ross.” He said as he picked up.
Unconsciously Y/N began to rub her chest, forcing her breathing to be slow.
“I can’t. Not to-” Sam’s jaw tightened. “Give me an hour.” He hung up, eyes closed as if he was in pain. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“Don’t be. Go where you are needed.” Y/N shrugged as she spoke.
“Will you be here when I get back?” Sam asked, fear in his voice.
Y/N took a moment to look at him. She could see the pain on his face, torn between leaving and staying. She made the decision for him. “You should go. Captain America is needed.”
“I love you.” Sam spoke. “Please don’t forget that.” He walked out the door with pained steps. Ross had sent him the coordinates. He stopped right outside, his heart breaking as he heard Y/N begin to cry.
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Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tony Stark/Sam Wilson
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies), Sarah Wilson (Marvel), AJ Wilson, Lila Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Edwin Jarvis, James "Rhodey" Rhodes (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Teacher Sam Wilson, Parent Tony Stark, POV Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson-centric, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, (Does it count as Enemies to Lovers if only one of them hated the other?), Misunderstandings, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, (yes i'm aware its May just PRETEND okay), Domestic Fluff, Pre-Slash, Developing Relationship, Getting to Know Each Other, First Kiss
Sam never imagined himself as an elementary school teacher.
(Or, after the Air Force, after Riley, Sam becomes a teacher. And then he meets Lila Rhodes. And Lila Rhodes' Dad. And Stuff Happens.)
((It's Love. The Stuff is love.))
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Black & White
You had finally made it to The Raft. You were so close to the love of your life now, nothing would stop you from getting him back. You just hope Zemo knows you hadn't forgotten him and that you're still fighting for you both to be together, regardless of what the world may think.
You pull out your phone, feeling it's vibration from your pocket. You sigh and quietly answer your phone.
"What do you want Sam?"
"I've called you 20 damn times over the last couple days. What the hell are you doing..." Sam asks.
"Exactly what I told you I'd be doing. Now if you don't mind, I'm a little pre-occupied at the moment." You say trying to emphasize your annoyance.
"Y/N, stop. You need to stop this. You're going to get hurt."
"I don't care if I do. I am getting Helmut out of here. We are going to get away from everyone and start new." You explain to him.
"What if he doesn't want you to get him out. He somehow always keeps getting his sorry ass back in there."
"He does. You don't understand."
"Bucky has been worried sick about you."
You don't respond, you don't really know what to say to that. Still confused on how to handle that situation, you simply just make a noise to acknowledge you've heard his statement.
"Y/n?" Sam asks.
"I heard you're not the only one that is trying to get him out."
"Good to know." You say.
You simply nod to yourself before ending the call and stuff your phone back into your pocket.
You scan the card you pick pocketed from a guard you had met up with the night before. It was harder than you thought it would've been to get flirty and handsey with someone other than Zemo...he changed you. You only wanted to give him your time and attention now. You just kept in mind that it was going to benefit him. That the two of you world be together if this worked. Much to your surprise, it worked. So here you are in The Raft. Blending it with all of the other workers and volunteers.
You pop your headphones in, click your Spotify playlist that you had made just for you and Zemo; the one that reminded you of your guys' relationship, and made your way down the hall like a badass with a smirk upon your lips.
Next chapter coming soon •
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