multifandom oneshots for all of my ships

•nightmares• (sambucky/winterfalcon - sam wilson and bucky barnes)

it's like i can see out of my eyes, i can see what's happening around me, but i can't control my movements or my body. i'm stuck in my own mind as if i was back at hydra being mind controlled. my body is fighting with steve, natasha and... sam. "no!" i try to scream, "those are your friends, not your enemies." i scream, tears streaming down my face, but noone can hear me. my body picks up a gun, shooting at natasha and hitting her in the shoulder. "please stop hurting them!" i try again, "natasha, please." i know they can't hear me, but i scream until my throat is raw, begging for forgiveness, trying desperately to be heard. "bucky?" steve says and my body finally speaks. "who the hell is bucky?" my body says coldly, glaring at steve. "you're bucky," i cry from inside my mind, "you're bucky and you always have been." sam swoops down, knocking my body over.

i gasp, sitting up on the couch. i look around frantically, trying to figure out where i am. my eyes settle on a photo of sarah and sam's nephews, a.j. and cass, and i sigh in relief. 'i'm at sam's house. i'm safe,' i think before realizing that my face is wet. i touch my face and there are tears streaming down my face. i wipe them with the back of my hand and check the time. '2:38am,' the clock reads and i sigh, still tired but not sure if i'll be able to go back to sleep after my nightmare. i get up and quietly head to the kitchen for a glass of water. after staring at the moon out the kitchen window for a few minutes, i head back to the couch and lay back down, figuring it can't hurt to try and go back to sleep. i feel myself starting to drift off, catching a glimpse of the clock again, '3:17am.'

"...seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car," zemo recites the words in russian. "no, stop," my body says, tilting my head back to avoid his gaze. i feel my body clench my fist and growl. i'm stuck in my mind once again, but this time i am silent. my body breaks free of the restraints holding my metal arm down and begins punching the glass of the holding cell. in my mind, i remain silent, but tears stream down my face as zemo repeats the words. finally, door of the containment cell breaks and i feel myself slipping. this is when i scream, but my screams are only echoed in my mind. i slip into darkness as the programming overtakes my mind. "i'm not strong enough," i scream, "i'm weak, i'm weak, i'm weak!"

i feel something shaking me and i startle awake. sam is sitting on the edge of the couch, looking at me with concerned eyes. i stare at him wide-eyed, my breathing heavy and fast. "bucky, what's wrong? please try to calm down," he says calmly, taking his hands off of me. 'he's afraid of you,' a voice snarls in the back of my mind. "no," i yell aloud, shaking my head. i realize how much i'm sweating, my hair is drenched. "no, no, no," i repeat, rocking myself back and forth. "buck, please," sam pleads hesitantly, "look at me." his voice is soft and kind and i lift my head out of my hands to look at him. "are you afraid of me?" i ask him, my voice trembling. he isn't hesitant this time, answering with a strong and decisive, "no, bucky." i breath a sigh of relief and feel myself calming down.

after a few minutes of silence, i look at the clock and sigh. '4:52am,' it reads. "'m sorry for waking you up so early, sam," i shake my head, feeling my hair stick to my forehead. "it's okay, buck," he claps a hand on my back, a small smile on his lips. we sit there a little longer before i clear my throat, "why- uh... why did you wake me up?" sam's hand is still on my back, rubbing unconscious circles into my skin. "you were screaming, buck," he shakes his head, "a.j. and cass heard it first, but they didn't want to bother you so they decided to bother me instead." sam laughs and i remain silent. 'i woke up his nephews with my screaming. they have school tomorrow,' i think, looking away from sam. "i'm sorry i woke them. and you," i say, my head turned towards the door. "it's okay, bucky. it isn't your fault," sam says, moving his hand from my back to my leg. i tense up and try to ignore the butterflies swirling in my stomach. i look at sam, "i-it is my fault. i know how bad my nightmares are and i still choose to stay here. it's just... it's so much worse when i'm alone." i bite my lip, looking down. he uses two fingers to lift my chin so i am looking in his eyes. "buck, i don't say it enough but you're my best friend. i don't want you to feel alone. you aren't alone. this is my home and i invited you, so it's your home too," sam says and i search his eyes for any hint of resentment. our faces are so close that i can feel his breath on my lips.

"sam, i-" i start, but hesitate. "what is it, buck?" his eyes are concerned. "sam," i start again, "i really want to kiss you." i say it before i can stop myself. sam looks shocked for a moment before a smirk plays on his lips, "then do it." i don't hesitate this time, leaning forward to close the gap between us. my stomach erupts as our lips move in sync. after a few long seconds, i pull away, "sam, thank you." "for what?" he asks, leaning his forehead against mine. "for being here for me," i say, grabbing his hand, "i don't know where i would be without you." sam smiles, giving me another quick kiss before pulling away. "you need a shower, buck," he laughs, holding his nose, "you are ridiculously sweaty right now." i glare at him, "our romantic moment will not bar you from being rude to me?" "not at all," he laughs again and i join him. "okay," i sigh, "i'll go take a shower." i stand up and begin walking to the bathroom. i feel sam's hand grab my own and i turn around. "buck, when you get out of the shower... do you want to try and go back to sleep?" i look at him confused, "why would i-" "oh, i uh... i meant in my bed," he smiles sheepishly, "i mean... if it'll help your nightmares." i bit my lip, feeling the heat rise in my face, "y-yeah, that probably would help."

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a/n: sorry i didn't write the words in russian! i don't speak russian kshsjs, but i hope the sambucky hurt/comfort makes up for it! hope you enjoy :)