The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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I think I am afraid of being happy, because every time I am, something bad always happens

He hated it. He hated holding the shield, and shakingly look up into those powerstarved politicians that would never accept him for who he was. Who he would like to stand up for.

But, he had no other choice. Those exact politicians seemed to sneer in his face, laugh manically at him for 'making the right decision'. His hands shook in suppressed anger as he stood in front of them, the shield an awful reminder of what was going to happen next. He would give it away, and dissapoint his long lost friend.

All he could see were those oh so sparkling eyes of his as he talked about all the things Sam could do with the shield as he had passed it onto him. Steve would never be able to understand.

"Thank you, Captain America."

Giving the shield away, a chance for him to make this world a better place, hurt more than he would like to admit.

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He knew it was only a matter of time till a certain someone, would turn up and tell him he messed up. He knew it, felt it in his very core, never being this sure about something more than this.

The fact that they gave the shield to some blond asshole would only lead to said somewhat to turn up faster.

And if Sam was honest, he was kinda nervous about seeing the long haired brunette again. He could lie to the nation, he could lie to Torres, the guy believed anything he said, but he would never be able to lie in front of the White Wolf. The guy just picked up on lies faster than anyone else. Was probably one of the things he had learned first in his early HYDRA days. Which, wow, is such a depressing thought, Sam couldn't help but frown. But, point was, the guy was a walking lie detector.

Bucky and Sarah could be amazing friends, he thought. Not that he ever would let them MEET each other, but they would be. Like, best friends. Besties. He couldn't even help but snicker at the thought, his sister and his long lost friend's best friend braiding each other's hair.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but think Bucky did control his thoughts quite frequently.

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He was contacted by Torres to go and check out the so called terrorist hideout somewhere in Germany, and well, right there at the bottom of the stairs was the blue eyed man Sam had had trouble finding almost a decade ago. Wow, how time flies. And, wow, fucking double take. Bucky looked... good. Better than good.

He was surprised. Bucky had lost his long brown curls, and replaced them for a buzzcut, reminding him of the pictures in his history book. He also had lost some weight. A few months ago, he had looked scruff, hard, full of edges. Now, he looked... almost cuddly. Bucky looked like the guy at work you would like to get a drink with.

Hell, if only it wasn't for his stoic stare that at all times a day looked murderous.

"Shouldn't've given up the shield."

Sam couldn't help but scoff. That was the first thing Bucky said to him?

"Good to see you, too, Buck."

"This is wrong." He whispered, and Sam felt rage claw at his insides.

"Hey, hey, look, I'm working, all right? So all this outrage is gon' have to wait."

"You didn't know this was gonna happen?" Bucky snarled, pointing in the direction of Walkers face on a poster.

"No, of course I didn't know this was gonna happen. You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new Cap?"

"Steve didn't want this." Bucky said, and for the first time, he sounded so sad, so... vulnerable, Sam wanted to throw a blanket on top of him and cuddle him, and protect him of the rest of the world. But, of course, he couldn't find the right words, so he muttered.

"Oh, my god. So, what do ya want me to do? Call America and tell 'em I changed my mind? Huh? Yeah, thought so." He added, after seeing Bucky's expression.

"It's a great reunion, be well."

"You had no right to give up the shield, Sam."

And something just... snapped.

There, once again, stood a white man, telling him what the fuck to do, what he should do, talking about his rights, as if Bucky knew better of his rights than him, and God, Sam was so fucking sick of this.

"Hey." Low and dangerous. A mere whisper changed between them, but Sam's tone was so fucking dark, so fucking terrifying, Bucky's blue eyes widened, if only slightly, in fear.

Sam hated that emotion on Bucky's face.

"This is what you are not going to do. You're not gonna come here in your overextended life and tell me about my rights. It's over, Bucky. Besides, I have better things to deal with, now."

Doubt settled across Bucky's handsome features.

"What could be better than this?"

He surely summarized everything for Bucky there was to know about the guys Torres was concerned about, and added that they might be part of the big three. The confusion on Bucky's face was clear as day.

"What big three?"

"The big three. Aliens, androids and wizards."

"There are no wizards." Bucky argued fiercely.

"Doctor Strange." Sam declared, because, Bucky had a fucking conversation with him? What the hell?

"Is a Sorcerer."

Okay. Man had a point.

But well, Sam wasn't gonna lose.

"A sorcerer is a wizard without a had."

Laughing at his joke, but even more at Bucky's face, he crackled.

But, soon, the mood turned darker again.

"They use brute force, just like you, the annoying guy with the starring problem."

Because, fuck, if Bucky doesn't stop with those blue diamonds, Sam might drown in them.

"I'm coming with you."

Of course, he was.

A/N: Sorry for not posting earlier, I was caught up in a school project, but now, end of the year arrived. So, I Will try updating daily again! :))))