Bucky's POV:
Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum
That's the sound of my heart beat feeling like it's going to pop out of my chest when I walk into Sam making breakfast the next day, humming a tune
A sweet scent in the air catches my nose
Mmmmm, smells like eggs, bacon, and pancakes
"That a complete breakfast?" I ask
Sam turns around and raises his eyebrows
"Surprised you know what that is. Impressive" He smirks
I lightly hit him with my right hand because I'm standing to his left
Falcon chuckles. He gets done making the food and I right away take it
"No one's cooked for me before" I admit
"Not even Steve?"
"Well, I was always the one taking care of him. He was small and skinny" I weakly smile, trying to keep my voice strong
It's almost impossible to talk or think about my best friend without crying
I'm thankful for Sam. Lately, I've been starting to trust him more and more, ignoring the vow I made not to get close to anyone. It's new. Yet, feels so familiar. I haven't felt this since Steve left. I was lost, broken, empty. I still am; though, it's getting better because of Sam
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Trust || Winterfalcon
FantasíaTrusting people is very difficult. Especially for Bucky Barnes, a mentally unstable insomniac, who since being freed from Hydra, finds it easier not to get close to people or let them get close to him. Doesn't help that Bucky is grieving Steve's dec...
