|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

I don't know a title for this either.

(A/N: I think after this I'm gonna stop writing kissing scenes for a little while 🧽🧽🧽🧽)

Bucky was getting his ass handed. It was cold, thought he should be used to it, so why is it affecting his fighting? His chances of winning are slowly declining. "Just tell me where The Falcon is!" The criminal above him snarls. "Over my dead body!" He growls, spitting on her face before bringing his leg up and kneeing her before kicking her off. Placing a foot on her throat, slowly cutting off her air supply.

"Tell whoever sent you, to fuck off! Before I find myself to where you live and burn down your fucking house!" He threatens, his cold eyes boring holes into her head. With a cry, she brings up her fist and slams it into his knee caps, causing his legs to buckle beneath him.

Click.

"I don't want to kill you, James but I will if you continue to be in way."

Whipping out his knife, he stabs it into her thigh, tackling her to the ground before choking her, exhaustion slowing his movements.

He doesn't care if she dies.

"Bucky?" Sam calls, his wings retracting into his compartment on his back. "Buck, let her go-"

Bucky doesn't listen though, his eyes landing on a glint coming from the trees. Releasing his hands around from her neck, he barely has time to tackle Sam to the ground before a bullet goes off.

Bucky was panting above him and Sam knows it was the worst time to think it sounded hot. Quickly lifting him up, he runs behind a wall, pinning Sam there before grabbing his gun and looking through the scope.

He takes of the safety.

He holds his breath, peeping through the scope before getting his finger over the trigger.

He tries not to get distracted with how Sam feels against him, but he couldn't help it.

Still though, he fires, keeping a straight face when he hears a thud.

"You okay?" He asks, his eyes staring at Sam in concern. He knows Sam can protect himself, but he still feels like he needs to protect him, for both him and Steve's sake.

"Yes, Bucky. What about you? You did kill two people?"

Bucky shrugs, his eyes glancing away for a moment before landing Sam's once again.

"Add it to the long list of people I've killed." He says simply and Sam can't help but scoff.

They both stay there for a bit, staring into each other's eyes, Bucky's breathing slowly calming down. Sam however, couldn't stop the way his heart smashed against his ribcage. Just seeing Bucky like this, coming down from the high of killing, it does shit to him.

Nasty shit to him, but could you blame him though? The way the moonlight somehow makes him look more godly than before? It contrasts his jawline, making it look more sharper than usual.

"You say I have the staring problem?" Bucky teases, a smirk that Sam wants to kiss off tugging at his lips. Sam rolls his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, pal. You're not as good looking as you think!" He retorts, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Really?" He asks lowly, his eyes seeming to darken. "So you wouldn't mind if I whisper in your ear like this?"

Sam gulps when Bucky moves his mouth near his ear. "Nope!" He stammers, closing his eyes when he gets pinned against the wall.  A low chuckle tickles Sam's ear and he swears he has to stop himself from groaning. "Really? What about this?" He asks, pressing his lips against his neck.

Sam gasps, placing his hands on Bucky's chest as if it would give him a little space to breathe.

"Fuck-"

Bucky cuts him off by connecting his lips with his.

"I've always wanted to do this..." He says between kisses before pulling away but rests his forehead against Sam's, watching as his eyes are still closed blissfully.