|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

Dancing in the moonlight.

(story inspired by the song dancing in the moonlight. totally recommend listening to it while reading this.)

It was a chilly night, the stars were out, twinkling and shimmering like someone had thrown glitter across a black canvas. The moon shining brightly, the chilly breeze nipping at both men's cheeks... They didn't care though! Whenever the other is around, they feel like they can conquer the world.  The lights around them glowed.

It was so surreal, knowing that those two can have each other for just a moment.  Not having to worry about super-soldiers and privileged men with a rough childhood.

It was a fantastic change of pace. Nobody was around, it was as if everything just faded, just those two holding each other's and slowly swaying to only a tune they can hear.

"You know I love you right?" Bucky murmurs, swirling Sam around before dipping him. Sam blushes, an uncontrollable laugh escaping when the words finally register in his mind. "You do?" Sam asks, wrapping his arms around his partner's neck. Bucky leans down, pecking his lips.

"Does that answer your question?"

Whenever Sam looked at this man, he feels proud of him. Of Bucky. Because this man was broken, but as their friendship got stronger and their feelings started to grow, Sam started noticing behavioral changes in Bucky. Before, he was closed off, only nodding and shaking his head when he's asked question and now he answers verbally.

He also has grown a lot more confidence.

The nightmares also happen a lot less frequently when they first started dating. Bucky has come such a long way and Sam is proud. So fucking proud of the man he is despite the years of trauma tucked under his belt.

Sam giggles when he gets whisked away from his spot and finds himself hovering in the air, Bucky's hands holding him by the waist as he slowly spins. Man, he never wants to this end. It was such a lovely feeling.  A feeling only a man named James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes can do. Whenever he's near or is mentioned, Sam gets butterflies.

However, when Sam gets placed down on the ground, he closes his eyes for a moment, relishing in the feeling of love. He doesn't think he's ever had this affection before, it's breathtaking. He could get used to this. To him and Bucky, dancing in the moonlight

Sam opens his eyes to find Bucky on one knee, a nervous but hopeful expression on his face as he holds out a black box.

He opens it and Sam gasps at the ring. "Bucky..." He sighs, tears welling in his eyes as Bucky starts to speak.

"Samuel Wilson, will you marry me?"

Sam smiles, his the of his eyes wrinkling.

"Yes!"

Bucky opens his arms and Sam doesn't need another hint. He wraps his arms around Bucky, shaking with excitement.

"Yes. Of course!" He exclaims with a watery laugh.

Sam wakes up in his own pool of sweat, the right side of the bed cold. He sits up, sobs wracking his body as he curls into himself, rocking back and forth.

It was only a memory.

A heart throbbing memory that gives him a taste of a bittersweet sting. It lets him know that he's still alive.

There's a Bucky shaped hole in his heart and nobody can fill it. Every people he meets, he can't help but compare them to Bucky and he's never pleased. Because nobody can give him the butterflies he got everytime their lips connected. Nobody can replace the tingles of where Bucky's hand was.

He's lost another person. His father was murdered. His mother was killed while trying to protect Sam and his siblings. Riley was killed. And now Bucky was gone and Sam feels like he's a bad luck charm, that everyone he meets the die sooner or later.

Sam hasn't given up though, it isn't what Bucky would want.

Sam turns on his lamp and shuffles through his wardrobe for an old shirt of James. Sometimes, when he misses him a lot, he finds the scent calming. It soothes the ache in his heart just a bit so it's tolerable.

After finding the shirt, Sam snuggles back into bed and inhales the scent of him.

He misses him. But that's okay, because losing people is a part of life. It breaks you down and builds you back up stronger. You learn to let go, because nothing you can do can bring them back.

Nothing.