|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

‹Sleepy›

(Starting of with a High-school AU! The next one is probably gonna be a royal au because I just love them.
P.S: TIRLES WITH ‹› HAVE BEEN UPDATED)

"Almost finished..." Samuel murmurs, finishing off his aerodynamics homework. God, even his body aches and screams in protest yet forced himself to stay awake.

His mind was blank.

What was he doing again?

Slightly side-tracked, he glances over at the digital alarm clock.

12:00AM

Yikes. Has it really been that long? Fuck, he hates studying and this is why. He loses out on sleep because fucking grades well they can go fuck off-

It's the sound of Hungry Eyes. Fills the once silence room.

Bucky 🦾

He rushes to pick up the phone.

"Sammy! Guess what!" A groan crawls up his throat, the other line falls silent. "No. That wasn't for you, I'm just tired..." He sighs and Bucky stays silent for a second longer before continuing.

"The weirdest shit just happened!" Sam chuckles, resting his head on his arms, flicking his pencil back and forth. Bucky always finds something so fascinating. It's adorable.

"What was the weird shit?"

An irritated huff follows causing Sam to smile.

"A pigeon stole my plums!" He whines and Sam couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up his throat. "No! Not your plums!" Sam gasps, a smile tugging at his lips.

"And that wasn't the weird shit, the weird thing was it reminded me of you!" Sam cocks a brow in confusion. How on earth does a pigeon remind him of himself?

"Why is that?" It was silent for a moment before a soft chuckle and Sam could only imagine the smile Bucky has and the bite of his lip when he's thinking.

"It was cute." Sam's brain short circuits and he freezes. Hold up, what? Did he just say he was cute?

No, it couldn't be because he said that about the pigeon not about him but then Bucky did say the pigeon reminded him of Sam. His sleep deprived brain can't take this.

"You still there, Sam?" He can hear Bucky ask.

"Shit, uh, yeah, just tired..." He grumbles, shuffling over to his bed, sinking in further after turning off the bedside lamp.

He snuggles under the fluffy warm sheets and sighs in content. "What are you doing?"

"Aerodynamics homework. The shit's hard." He complains, his eyes fluttering closed. When he relaxes into the comfy bed, he turns his phone off of speaker. His younger sister was just next door and she's a remarkably light sleeper, like a whisper could wake her up.

"I'll let you sleep, good night, Sam." He says, adopting a softer tone.

"Night, Buck." He replies, dosing off before he can hit the end call button. He won't know that Bucky would stay on longer and whisper three words before hanging up.

It was dark, his breath was ragged as he familiarised himself with the place. He knew this place too agonisingly well. His breath caught in his throat as his wide eyes land on his mother's figure laying a few feet away. "Mum..." He whispers between broken sobs as he numbly makes his way over, tears welling in his eyes. "Mum, wake up..." He pleads, breaking out into uncontrollable sobs.

Sam sits up with a yell, his breathing unsteady as he struggles to breathe. He slaps a hand over his mouth to hush the sobs the dared to escape. His tired eyes glance over at the clock 12:45AM

Samuel slumps back in exhaustion, too tired to hold back the cries.

"Sammy?" Sarah murmurs, her big, innocent brown eyes staring into his. "Are you okay?"

Sam sniffles, not bothering to answer and instead to wallow in dispair as a voice was telling him stuff he didn't need right now.

it's your fault you are living in an adoption home.

You deserve it, you monster. The voice taunts and Sam clutches his head.

Sarah doesn't say anything as she gets inside the bed with him, wrapping her small, frail arm around him as he inhales shakily.

"Was it about Mummy?" Sam looks at her. "How do you know?" She smiles softly, "I didn't but I do now." And with that, she inhales her brother's comforting sense. She would do it with dad's shirts but they've all now lost their smell but that's okay because she has Sammy.

Again, Sam dozes off, feeling at piece at the presence of his sister.

He pressed a loving kiss the her forehead, lingering there before rests his chin on her head as she curls in on herself.

"You should try and sleep, Sammy.,"

"I don't want to. What if I have a nightmare?"

"I'll wake you before it gets worse. Now sleep, Samuel."

He doesn't object, although her frame is tiny, she has no height to contain the rage and she is scary.