Sam
Sam always wakes up early. It’s something that’s still ingrained into him from his military days. So he gets up and goes for a run.
“Every time I get up I feel like the boyfriend in a struggling relationship, who has to sleep on the couch, going to confront his partner in the morning.” Bucky says walking into the kitchen. “That’s oddly specific.” Sam turns towards him holding a box of cereal. Bucky smiles at him brushing a hand though his bed head. “What do you want for breakfast?” Sam asks, “We go cereal and…cereal”
“You know I think I am feeling adventurous this morning.” Bucky pretends to ponder the question, “I’ll have cereal”. “What a unique choice,” Sam says, tossing the box over to Bucky. “We really need to go grocery shopping,” Sam mumbles to himself.
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“What’s a satsuma?” Bucky says. He’s been dragging his feet across the grocery store like a little kid for the past 15 minutes. “It's a type of orange,” Sam feels like he's parenting right now. “Why are there different types of oranges? I thought oranges were oranges.” “Wow you were in ice for that long huh.”
“Oh shut up”
“What other basic concepts of life do you not know about?”
“Just fuck off and buy your groceries”
“Ok son but if you keep talking to me like that I wont get you gushers,”
“Wait, we're getting gushers?”
“So you know what gushers are and not what a satsuma is?”
Bucky flips him the bird as he slides a pack of gushers into the cart. Sam kinda likes it when Bucky pouts, it gives him the feeling of power and plus it's cute. Cute… Sam never thought he’d think that about Bucky. I mean he's an attractive man but Sam never thought he was ever cute before. Sam had also never really thought of Bucky as attractive befo-“I still don't fully understand how to use my phone.” is what cuts through Sam's spiraling thoughts. “What?” Sam turns to Bucky. “You wanted to know what other things in life that I don't know about and, well, I don’t really know how to use an iphone.” Sam wants to laugh but Bucky seems genuine. “Oh..” he doesn't really know how to respond to this. So he pats Bucky on the shoulder and says. “I’ll help you,”. Sam knows that sounds cringey but the look Bucky gives him is so endearing that he forgets all about it.
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“So are you gonna help me with this phone thing or what?” Bucky yells from the living room that night. “Yeah, yeah,” Sam slides onto the couch next to him. “So to text you have to-” He's cut off by the news app buzzing.
“I can never seem to shut that app off-”
“Shut up-”
“What?”
“Look at the article..”
The article attached reads, “Captain America and the Winter Soldier, Bromance or something more?.” At the top of the Article is the photo of them from this morning in the grocery store with Sam patting Bucky's arm and though the rest of the article are photos of them fighting crime and Bucky holding onto him while they fly. It's one of the funniest and most embarrassing things Sam has ever seen.
Bucky slowly turns to Sam and Sam can feel his face turn red. When Bucky turns to him with a massive grin they both die of laughter. Thank god, Sam thinks as now he can blame the red face on laughing, not the article.
“It's impressive how quickly they put this article together,” Sam says, trying to catch his breath. “But we will never speak of this again.”
“Deal,” Bucky puts out a hand to shake.
“Deal”
They both shake on it. “I need a drink.” Bucky says get up. “Ok fine but don't drink too much, remember we still have work tomorrow,” Sam says, getting up and following him. “Ok mom.” Bucky chuckles as he rummages in the cupboards looking for the bourbon.
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It's around an hour later when the conversation dips and Sam is staring down at his drink contemplating what to say. “You know,” he says, “I wonder if people are writing fanfiction about us?” “What?” Bucky looks up from his own drink “You know, I like love stories, fanfiction.”
“Oh people are most definitely writing fanfiction about us.” Bucky says. “So you know what fanfiction is but not how to work an iphone?” Sam says mockingly. “You think we didn't have fanfiction back in the 30’s??” Bucky questions. “Well I thought you guys were decent or something, some fanfics are pretty raunchy.” Sam says, trying to back up his previous statement. Bucky sighs, “Fanfics have been around for a while, people have always liked to write and create bigger worlds around their favorite stories and characters.” “Wow how insightful,” Sam is trying so hard not to smile right now. “And I also happened to read some pretty raunchy shit in my time.” Bucky says getting up and walking around the counter.
“Huh really? I just thought you were some goody-two-shoes, you know, like a lil-army boy in his sharp suit.” Sam retorts. “The fuck is a lil-army boy??”Bucky turns to him. “I was trying to be funny.” Sam rolls his eyes.
“You have to tell a joke to be funny.”
“Fuck off, or go to war or what ever it is that you do,”
“I could never, it would just make your life so difficult dearest, what ever would you do without me at home.” Bucky says putting on a performance. “You would just have to stand by a window and wait for me to get back because this is the 30’s and I am sexist as shit. Cause what is a lady without her man??” This little show gets Sam to smile. “I would be truly devastated for you to leave my dear, I don't know how I would ever cope without the love of my life,” Sam says, playing along. This gets Bucky to break down into another fit of laughter.
Sam never realized intoxicating Bucky's laugh was. Well maybe it was the fact that he himself was intoxicated but Bucky's laugh just felt right. Like some sort of hole he never knew was in his heart had been filled. Shit. Sam should not be having these thoughts. It was probably just the alcohol getting to him he thought, putting his glass down.
“I am going to head to bed.” Sam says getting up. “Oh, are you alright, we-” “No, I just want to get an early start tomorrow.” Sam says cutting him off. The silence lingers for a moment too long. “Good night,” Sam says, rushing into his room. “Night!” Bucky calls after him.
What is wrong with me? Is the only thing Sam thinks for the rest of the night.