|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

There's still traces.

(So, look who's being a big girl and writing probably my first kiss scene ever. Honestly, I don't know if it will be as good as others I've read because I haven't kissed anyone only little pecks when I say goodnight to mum and dad. Anyways, there a kissing scene in so bye.)

Jealousy is an ugly emotion. It clouds our judgement and makes us do stupid things, like make us feel disgust or hate towards the person who makes you feel jealous. It can ruin friendships and ignite arguments that are bound to happen. There's no point in feeling this emotion, because you can't control who people hang out with, and if that one person who hangs out with who you're extremely close with? Well, there's nothing you can do except allow them to hang out, even if it makes you feel pissed.

This was the case for Bucky. For a mission, they had to go undercover and men were flirting with Sam left right and centre, some just telling a totally made up story or some even daring to touch his Sam. Call him possessive but Bucky can be extremely insecure sometimes.but I suppose that's what you get for years of trauma tucked under your belt.

It shouldn't bother him though, he and Sam are just friends, no matter how many times some people insinuate they are.  Sometimes, Bucky even finds himself wishing if was true, but Sam wouldn't want to date him because who would date a broken man? One who has a dark past, one who has traces left of someone they try so hard to forget. To destroy, yet it doesn't die. It just stays hidden in the dark and pops out whenever he feels the need to protect himself or Sam.

"You're so funny!" A voice laughs, snapping Bucky out of his daze. His eyes scan the room, landing on two suspicious figures lurking in the sea of people grinding on each other. He lifts a finger to his ear.

"Sam, two coming your way. Stay focused."

Downing the last full of his drink (he may need it after this), he jumps off the stalls, his eyes losing their warmth. He can feel everything shut off, the emotions he needs to function properly, he's now running on pure muscle memory of his past.

He couldn't feel Sam's worried gaze on him, he didn't even pay attention to when the lights cut off.

Swiftly, he grabs his handgun and starts strolling through the crowd. Not flinching when a bystander plants a kiss on his cheek before placing a glow stick necklace around his neck.

"Bucky, you still there?" Sam's voice chimes but he doesn't answer, too busy jamming a gun in the intruders  head, knocking him out instantly. He places the body down gently, dragging it into a corner. It's times like these where he appreciates the super-soldier serum. His head snaps up when  he hears a gunshot is heard.

Screams erupt. More gunfire. The sound of glass smashing. This is the shit Bucky thrives on. He can feel his adrenaline racing through his veins as he gets into hand to hand combat. Grunting when he gets punched the stomach.

This doesn't falter him though. No. If anything, it did the exact opposite. It filed his anger and before he knows it, he's holding the man by his throat, unblinking when he snaps his neck.

"Bucky! Oh shit, help!" He yells and finally does Bucky come to his senses, distraught filling every nook and cranny of his body and in the worst moment his body decides to freeze, the chaos around him seeming to slow.

He broke rule number three. He killed and hurt people... He's going to go jail now isn't he? Jail doesn't scare him though. He could easily fend himself if need be. Wait. Why were they even here? What was he doing in the first place? Was it being jealous or drinking? Or was it both. Come to think of it now, it's rather dark.

He can hear Sam's soft cry in his earpiece and something in him snaps.

-que badass fighting scene with the song raised by Wolves playing in the background.-

He snarls before picking up a gun and shooting every person in his path, throwing the gun at another enemy when the weapon runs out of ammos.

He tackles one to the ground, slamming his fist in the man's face, enjoying the sickening crack of his head bouncing against the ground.

"Stay. The. Fuck. Down!" He snarls between punches, ignoring the cry for him to stop from Sam.

He feels himself getting hauled up and automatically, he grabs a dagger out from underneath his sleeve, spinning on the balls of his feet, slashing at the figure.

It doesn't work though and instead he's on the floor with someone on top of him.

"Bucky!"

"It's me, Sam! Sam Wilson! Birdshit. You have to remember, everything's under control."

Bucky stays unresponsive, fear crippling his body. He's going to get punished for failing his mission.

He faintly feels a pair of hands on his cheeks before a pair of lips are smashed against his and Bucky's eyes widen.

"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. You're were a friend of Steve Rogers." The voice continues and Bucky finds it oddly familiar. "You guys go way back, he had newspapers in his shoes."

Recognition washes over Bucky and finally he comes to his senses.

"Sam?"

He can feel the man above him sigh in relief, barely having enough time to think before his lips connect with Sam's. The only difference about this is Bucky kisses back, albeit hesitantly, but kisses back none the less.

It feels amazing. The way his lips sync with Sam's, the way he feels intoxicated by just one kiss. The kiss sends sparks through his body, the adrenaline and heat washing out and soon it's passionate.

"You still with me?" Sam asks breathlessly, flinching when the lights turn back on, his world flashing red and blue.

Bucky's eyes are still closed, savouring the taste and the way his lips burn from the contact.

Finally, his eyes peel open and he supresses a smirk at the sight of Sam.

Sam gets off, offering a hand to the man who accepts it gracefully, not caring about the close proximity. "Was I a good kisser?" He asks softly, his eyes searching Bucky's for an answer.

"No but we could practise," and with that, he lifts Sam's chin and kisses him again, never wanting to get tired of the feeling of his lips against Sam's.

Everything around him slowed. It blurred out as if it were only him and Sam and nobody else who could judge them.

He could get used to this. Him and Sam kissing, not giving a fuck about who's watching.

"Oh shit! I kissed his boyfriend!" A voice cries, sounding disgusted in herself.

"It was only a kiss on the cheek-"

"Still! The beautiful man has a boyfriend and I kissed him!"

Bucky smirks, pulling away and walking out the club with his hand entwined with Sam's.