SamBucky one shots

Captain America and the White Wolf

A/N: Word count- 5515. This is wack version of Cap 4 that  I wrote one day when I was bored. It's written as a movie script bc I'm special and wanted to try something. Enjoy!

Summary: About 3-4 years after tfatws. We zoom into an apartment in Louisiana. Sam is in the kitchen, making breakfast. Bucky enters

Bucky: what's that smell?

Sam rolls his eyes

Sam: Don't you have a heightened sense of smell

Bucky grumbles

Bucky: it's early

He rubs his eyes

Sam looks at his fiancé fondly

Bucky: And you say I have a staring problem

Bucky smirks

Sam looks down, flustered, going back to his eggs

Bucky scoffs

Bucky: So, what's the mission for today?

Bucky asks, hopping onto the counter

Sam plates the eggs and turns around, leaning on the counter opposite of Bucky

Sam: Nothing

Bucky sighs in relief

Sam picks up a plate and hands it to Bucky

Bucky: Sharing? That's new

Sam rolls his eyes, a playfully annoyed look appearing on his face

Sam: Could you give it a rest? It happened once

Bucky tried to act offended but smiling at Sam's reaction

Bucky: No! And you know what? I think I'll be eating it in my room

Sam: WE SHARE A ROOM

Bucky turns on his heel, plate in hand

Sam rolls his eyes, gazing at him fondly and shakes his head. A love struck smile on his face

Sam goes to sit on the couch with his eggs and turns on the T.V

After a couple of minutes, Bucky pops his head out of the room, catching Sam's attention. Sam laughs at his fiancé and Bucky can't help but smile. Bucky plops himself down beside Sam, shuffling closer. Sam rests his arm around Bucky casually. The news quickly changed to a bombing a bit outside, none other than Delacroix. Sam's eggs fell out of his mouth, and Bucky looks like he wants to vomit. They turn to each other before rushing to grab their gear, crashing into each other. They get into Sam's truck and set course to Sarah's place.

Bucky: Sam-

Sam: I know, Buck

Bucky swallows hard and rests in his seat, worried. The sun appears through the window, making both of their rings shine. Bucky smiles at the thought.

Bucky: who do you- who do you think it is?

Sam sighs and covers his face with his hand

Sam: I have no idea

Bucky nods and looks at the window, getting nauseous out of worry. Sam has the same feeling. The thought doesn't leave his mind that his sister and nephews were targets. Because of him. He did this. It's been three years and the attacks keep coming. His face said what he was thinking because he can feel Bucky's hand on his shoulder.