|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

What matters I who you are on the inside.

Sam was diagnosed with the skin condition called Vitligo. Vitligo happens when your skin cells collect too much sunlight so they start to lose their pigmentation, causing white splotches to riddle his skin.

This was his most insecure thing. When he was younger he would always be called ugly, a disease, moldy, and they were just light terms. It did shit to Sam that he doesn't want to admit.

Sure, on the outside he seems confident in himself, holding his head in a manner like Tony Stark but that doesn't mean his thoughts aren't eating at him every chance they get. Drowning him in self-doubt and low self-esteem. He grew up thinking that he was ugly. That he was different from others. He often got excluded out of things because kids were too scared to play with him.

We don't want your disease!

Moldy! Nobody likes cows, they stink!

You'll NEVER be beautiful.

Sam remembered he tried everything to rid himself of the hideous skin and even went to the extent of preparing for skin laser surgery to get rid of them. That's when he reached a real low, though he kept a smile for his friend, especially James. He seems to have eyes of a hawk, always noticing when something is wrong with him.

Though his friend is also the one person who shaped him into the man he is. All that silly bullying. All the teasing. It helped him grew stronger.

It ruthlessly picked at him and slowly it broke him down but in the end he always jumps back from it. The perserverence he had developed also added to who he is today. He is forever grateful for Bucky.

I'm Bucky. You shouldn't listen to what they say. They're just jealous.

Sam looks up with teary eyes, wiping at his with his sleeve as he stares helplessly at the stranger.

"Don't. I already had enough bullying today. I don't need you now-"

"Oh! No, I wouldn't bully you. I think your skin is awesome. It makes you look dardy."

Sam cocks a brow, "dardy?"

Bucky smiles sheepishly, "Sorry, my friend, Y/n is getting to me!"

Sam smiles though it doesn't reach his eyes. "What's your name?"

Sam looks surprised. Why would someone talk to him? Isn't he a cow nobody likes? Isn't he a disease? Isn't he contagious-

"Sam. Uh, Sam Wilson." He murmurs, feeling his heart warm up at the though of someone being friends with him. He rarely gets anybody to talk to him. Hell, he's so lonely that a couple of teachers have taken sympathy for the young boy, always making sure he was okay. Working on his self-confidence.

"The thoughts getting to you, Sammy?"

Sam startles, forgetting that he was still staring at himself in the mirror. He looks down, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Why do you love me, Bucky? I'm ugly." He can hear his boyfriend sigh before he's making his way over, wrapping his strong arms around his waist, resting his head on Sam's shoulder.

"I don't care how many times I have to say it, baby but you are fine." He says, spinning the man around, forcing him to look at him, softly wiping away the tears that roll freely down his cheeks.

"It doesn't matter who you are on the outside. It's who you are on the inside. Your skin doesn't decide who you are. Your skin shows that you are unique. Your skin shows that you are different and that you stand out from crowds. "Sam, you are handsome. You're charming. Funny. Sarcastic. Witty. It's your personality that makes you, you." He says softly, prodding his chest gently.

"It happened so long ago that I should be overbit-"

"Sam. Your insecurities will always be there. Those kids who bullied you every breath you took, they slowly chipped away at you. Look at you now though. You're Captain America!" Bucky says before continuing with a cocky smile, "and you're my boyfriend for which I am so bloody grateful for." Sam chortles, a watery smile tugging at his lips as he smiles through the pain.

"You are Sam Wilson. The most amazing person I have ever had the honours to meet. Your skin shouldn't shy you away. If anything, it should make you stand out. Which is a good thing because then you're more interesting. Probably doesn't make sense but I hope you get where I'm going."

"You don't think I'm ugly?"

Bucky smiles before leaning down, softly capturing his boyfriend's lips with his, his metal hand grazing his cheek as the other rests behind his head. "No. You're beautiful. A masterpiece and anyone would be stupid to not have you."

Sam smiles, pulling away but resting his head on Bucky's chest, melting into his embrace. "Thank you, Bucky. I love you, you know that right?'

Bucky laughs. "Yes. I do and so do I, Wilson. Don't ever think you're below because of your skin. Show it off. Feel proud about yourself and if you need, I will help you through that. Every step of the way J will be there glueing together the broken pieces, no matter many there are. For you I would walk of the edge of the world."

Sam sighs in content, closing his eyes when a wave of exhaustion washes over him.

"Sleep, dollface. I'll be here in the morning."