Avengers oneshots (Mostly SamBucky)

Cause their knives annoy Sam

(Angsty SamBucky: Sam being jealous over Bucky and Loki being bffs)

"Hey, Sam. What's up? What are you doing here?"

Bucky asked Sam rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Sam ignored the question and got in. He took the state of Bucky's apartment. It looked a little too clean. Bucky wasn't dirty to begin with, but it looked like someone had deepcleaned the place.

Bucky leaned against the wall next to the door.

"What are you looking for?"

Sam turned to look at his partner. This is the first time he was seeing him shirtless. He thought Bucky's metal arm popped into the socket, he didn't know the socket was metal too.

In hindsight, he should've known, he'd seen Bucky pop it back in place after Ayo had popped it off.

"I wanted to check on you."

"Bucky, what's taking you so long?!"

A very familiar female voice called out. Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky.

"Who's that?"

Sam didn't have to wonder too long as a very familiar looking woman stepped out. Sam couldn't recognise her. But he knew that this was someone familiar. He just didn't know who.

"Hello, son of will."

Sam's eyes widened. "Thor?"

Bucky burst out laughing as the woman stood there looking unimpressed.

"Close enough, I guess." Bucky still kept laughing as the woman threw a knife in his direction.

Before Sam could warn Bucky, the knife travelled the short distance. But it was no problem to the former assassin who caught it with ease, not once looking up. He just kept snickering.

"I'm Loki."

Sam stood there confused.

"Wha- But..Loki is a..?"

"Yes, and? I know what I'm. A man, a woman and a bit of both."

Sam looked at Bucky for an explanation.

"Loki's genderfluid. It means.."

"I know what it means. I was just a little shocked."

Loki ignored Sam as he glared at Bucky. "I was promised your disgusting food, mortal."

Bucky rolled his eyes, "If it's disgusting, why do you keep eating it obsessively, you pizza whore."

"Hey! It might be disgusting, but it's still delicious."

"That doesn't even make sense. Sam, tell them it doesn't make sense."

Sam didn't know what to say. He had spent the last week worried about his partner. He couldn't reach his cell phone. And now apparently he was hanging out with Loki of all beings. And how was Bucky, a man from the 1900s, so okay with Loki's fluid gender. Not that it bothered Sam, but the fact of someone from the 1900s not being a bigoted asshole was still a shock.

"Sam!"

Bucky's voice broke Sam out of his reverie. He bit the inside of his cheek and took a deep breath.

"You're okay. So I'm going to leave. Next time pick up the phone."

"Stay for a while, Sam. This asshole ordered enough pizza for us. Midguardian slangs roll off the tongue quite nicely."

Loki's invitation seemed tempting to Sam. He wanted to stay. He didn't want to admit it, but he'd gotten so used to Bucky's presence that not having his annoying ass constantly pester Sam for something or another actually bothered Sam a lot. But the fact that it was Loki inviting him, just made his stomach churn.