|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

Late Night Calls

Bucky wasn't expecting to be called at 3 AM in the morning. He stumbles for his phone, frowning in concern when he sees Sam's name on the caller ID. Quickly unplugging his phone he clicks the answer, immediately met with a watery laugh. "Oh, you answered..." Sam sounded broken. "Sam?" He asks, his voice rough from sleep. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just uh, I just wanted to hear your voice... I just don't- it's stupid, nevermind... Did J disturb your sleep?"

"Yes, but that doesn't matter. What do you want to talk about?" "Anything-" a small whine echoes through the phone and that has Bucky moving quickly, slipping on a pair of trackies and stumbling it the house, his keys held tightly in his hand as he skips on his motorbike.

"Sam, are you okay?"

"I'm fine- I think? I did something really stupid... I uh, I uh.."

"Are you hurt?"

"Yes?" He sounded unsure. Bucky speeds up, not caring about the honking horns.

"Just stay in the line, Sam. I'm in my way."

A few moments later, Bucky opening the door, freezing in his spot as he sees Sam sitting, surrounded by shattered glass, his eyes slightly unfocused. He looked horrible. Fresh year stricken glistened in the lighting, his eyes red. It makes Bucky wonder what the hell happened to make this man, who's so strong, break down... Did someone hurt him? Did he go out and get insulted? Bucky's mind was racing, wracking his brain for possible to answers. He's never good with emotional situations,  he can't stand it because he doesn't know what to do. Especially if the person is looking for comfort, he can't give it because he himself isn't good with affection, nobody ever wanted to go near him because of his past, sure, Sam patted him on the back and Steve side hugged him, but never was it a proper hug.

"Sam?" His eyes snap over to Bucky's and he breaks down, his chin trembling as he silently cries. He looked scared. He stands there awkwardly, wanting to comfort his friend but he wouldn't know where to start. Does he talk to him? Pat him on the back? Or hug him?

He's seen Sam comfort his nephews with a hug and soothing words so maybe he should do that? Inching closer, he ignores the crunching of glass beneath his feet, kneeling in front of the man.

"What happened?"

He was mumbling incoherent things, scaring Barnes even further. Slowly and hesitantly bringing Sam in for a hug, he tenses when Sam latches onto him. Resting his head on his shoulder as he cries freely, his body wracking sobs as he inhales Bucky's scent, finding it somewhat comforting.

"Hey, Sam. You're okay, alright?" Bucky soothes, holding him tighter. This is the first time he's seen Sam so broken.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He mumbles, resting his head in Bucky's shoulder. "What happened, Sam?" "I don't know... I don't fucking know because I'm so fucking stupid!" He answers and Bucky closes his eyes awkwardly. His brows scrunch together as he lets Sam cry into his shoulder, holding him tighter. "I'm sorry..." He murmurs, closing his eyes in exhaustion. Bucky sighs, rubbing his hand up and down Sam's back, feeling  Sam melt into his touch.

"It's okay, Sam. Whatever you thought you did, it isn't your fault." Bucky whispers, lifting the man up gently and leading him carefully through the glass before making his way to his bedroom.

He places Sam in his bed and gets a strong sense of Deja vu. He used to do it with Steve when he was sick, before he got the serum. He would make Steve his favourite soup and force him to take pills, despite the protests of the smaller boy.

"Will you stay?" He asks, his sad brown eyes staring into an ocean. "Do you want me to stay?" Sam shrugs, a small smile on his face. "I would like you to stay but if that makes you uncomfortable-"

"I'll stay. I'll clean up the mess, okay?"

Sam nods, snuggling further in the sheets, sniffling slightly. Bucky stares at him in concern before making his way out, picking up the shattered glass that littered the floor. As he shuffles into the kitchen, his eyes land on a photo frame. It was Sam and someone else, they both had large Iles on their face.

Was that an old friend? Could he be the reason he's upset? He shakes his head, dusting off his hands before making his way to Sam.

He was asleep, small sniffles filling the silent room. Bucky frowns, watching Sam sleep for a bit before slipping of his feet and laying in the bed, making sure to leave a good amount of space before closing his eyes, only for them to snap open when he feels a pair of arms wrap around him, bring him closer. Bucky gulps, shifting around to find Sam asleep, his arms wrapped protectively around Bucky's waist.

Why was Sam hugging him? Bucky can feel his cheeks heat up but closes his eyes, deciding to put up with the consequences tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow he'll ask what had gotten Sam so upset that he had a breakdown.

A small sob echoes through the phone