For Better or for Worse (Stucky)

Longing

„Call me when you want me to pick you up." Steve gently kissed the side of Bucky's head, nodding at him reassuringly.
„I will." Bucky smiled at him, nodding. „Now go."
He jokingly poked his chest, giggling softly as he pulled his hoodie over his head, exiting the car and ringing Sam's doorbell, keeping his head down despite the darkness of night being enough to conceal him.

„Bucky~" Sam sing-songed his name jokingly, pulling him close into a hug, patting his back softly and waving at Steve as he closed the door, hearing him drive off once Bucky was safely inside.
„Feel right at home." Sam said, taking Bucky's coat from him and grinning as he saw his hair. „Steve finally cut it?"
„Yeah, fresh this morning." Bucky replied, looking at Sam and jokingly running a hand through his freshly cut hair. „Like it?"

Sam smirked at him, teasingly lifting his hand and running it through Bucky's hair -being allowed to touch him just the way Steve was-. „Stunning. I love it."
Bucky grinned at him, walking into his living room and slumping down on his couch -having only been at his place once before, a week after the mission when Steve suggested having them hang out once a week on a regular basis might be a good idea-.
Sam grinned softly and moved over, sitting down next to him and nonchalantly resting his arm on the back of the couch, around Bucky's shoulders. „I got stuff to make fresh pasta with spinach tonight. And I thought we could play some videos games or drink something after dinner."

„You know I can't get drunk, at least not easily." Bucky said, leaning his head back against Sam's arm. His relationship to Sam so different from the one he had with Steve, not as previously influenced by the past. Sam was the only person that Bucky currently had in his life who hadn't known him in the 40s and didn't only know about him as the Winter Soldier by reputation. Except for Rumlow, who wasn't part of his life right now. Bucky tried to shake the thought of him from his head again, wanting to enjoy tonight.
Sam grinned at him, chuckling softly. „Doesn't mean we can't have fun, right?" 
Bucky grinned back at him, meeting his eyes. „That's a good point, indeed."

„Let's start dinner, it'll take some time to prepare everything." Sam said, getting up and pulling Bucky up by his hand, walking towards the kitchen with him and turning on some music.
Passing Bucky the carton, Sam smiled at him as he himself got ready to weight the flour. „Can you separate the egg yolks?"
„Sure thing." Bucky replied, grabbing the eggs once he'd put his hair up loosely, smiling at Sam and starting to do so, being very careful and delicate.

„It's amazing." Sam said eventually, watching Bucky from the side just as he finished.
„What?" Bucky asked, smiling at him softly. „That eggs have yolks?"
„No." Sam laughed softly and walked up to him. „Your arm. It's amazing."

Bucky shook his head a bit, leaning against the counter. „It's not. It was made to kill, nothing else."
Sam sighed softly, extending his hand to Bucky and smiling as he softly placed his metal hand in it, palm facing upwards. „But that's not what you use it for, Bucky. You use it to cook. To touch and love and explore everything around you." Using his other hand, Sam carefully ran his fingertips over the inside of it. „It doesn't matter what it was made for. It matters what you make it be for."

Bucky smiled softly at him, taking in how softly Sam was handling his metal arm. Still barely using it around Steve, though they were mainly doing okay again. „Thank you, Sam." He said quietly, looking at him and taking in his affectionate expression. His smile growing wider as he looked towards the speaker. „I love this song."
Sam smiled at him, grinning a bit. „Better not let it go to waste then." He carefully pulled Bucky with him, into the living area where he started dancing with him, messing around and laughing softly as Bucky twirled him around.

As the song finished, Sam chuckled softly, still holding onto Bucky's hip with one hand, slowly dropping it. „Didn't know you could dance."
„There's loads of things you don't know about me, Wilson." Bucky teased him, nonchalantly pulling him back into the kitchen by his hand.
„That screams like a good old round of questions after dinner." Sam said, handing Bucky the spinach to clean it while he started kneading the dough -figuring it would only get Bucky's hand sticky-.
„I'm bait." Bucky grinned at him, enjoying the chance for once. Feeling content around Sam and feeling like not being constantly locked up in the apartment was also helping him and Steve.