|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

3 Times People Said "I Love You" To Bucky And the One Time He Said It Back

(everyone's here for this one. Oh, and the Tony one, that's how he says I love you)

1#

The first time someone had said I love you to Bucky was quite surprising. At first, he thought it was some sort of joke because let's be real, who would love someone who killed so many innocent people?

Especially Tony for that matter. He did kill his parents.

He thought Tony hated him.

"Oh, uh, Stark..." He murmured, looking down at the cup of coffee in his hand. "I made you coffee. If you don't like it that's okay, I'm sure Steve would drink it," Tony looks up at with him with a smile. "Aw, thanks, Bucky. You're a life saver." He says before giving him a friendly peck on the cheek.

"How's that new arm going?"

It feels amazing. It doesn't feel as heavy and it has little weapons on it. "It, uh, feels great. Thanks."

Tony noticed the awkwardness and smirked softly. "I forgive you. Like Steve said, it was not your fault. You were under control. It took some time."

Bucky nods. Oh yes, he knows about the "time" Tony's talking about, he heard it all fucking night. Fucking Steve with his Super soldier serum.

Bucky can only nod.

2#

The second time, it was Steve. Bucky was having one of those days, scared that he was going to relapse. Steve was there to help him.

Bucky looks over at Steve with confusion. "Why do you go through so much for me?"

Steve's gaze softens, I love you and because you were always there for me so It's my way of repaying you back.

"Right."

"You won't turn into the Winter Soldier, I'll make sure of it."

Bucky doesn't do anything, just stares. Trying to figure out how he got such an amazing friend.

3#

Now, for this one. He wasn't expecting Sam to say the three words. So when he did, his mind shortcuirted because, there was no denying that Bucky liked Sam. He was an amazing person, and very considerate for others. He always makes sure everyone else is okay, although Bucky didn't like that he is a self-sacrificing little shit.

It was the middle of the night when little glimpses of Bucky's past came to haunt him. The one that worried the most though was that there was someone he didn't quite remember. He was one of his missions. He seemed to know Sam but who though? His name started with an 'R'. Riley?

Oh. Shit. He killed Sam's best friend... Bucky's heart started racing and his vision started to blur.

Sam's going to hate him now, isn't he? Going to flip out like Tony did. No, he wouldn't... Right? After all, he was pretty close to him.

His eyes linger around the dark room, not liking the silence. So, slinging his legs over the bed, he finds a bag, packs some clothes and leaves. Not knowing that Sam was awake in the loungeroom.

"Where are you going?"

Bucky freezes. Should he tell him now?

"A memory..." He murmurs, gathering up the courage to turn around. No doubt his eyes looked haunted but he couldn't get the fact that he killed his friend's best friend. Sam's face softens. "What was it about."

"About who I killed." He says shakily, watching Sam's movement like a hawk. "Who was it?"

Bucky doesn't answer, just looks straight at Sam with a trembling lip. "Bucky? You're gonna have to tell me so I can help you."