Sambucky - Figuring out feelings: Book 1, 2 And 3

Chapter 15: Feelings

Sam sat motionless. His thoughts swarming around his head. Bucky, the machine and Karli. He felt awful. They hadn't done anything about Jackie and he was still being plagued by his nightmares. And now… Bucky. Something had happened.

Something.

Sam knew it wasn't something… It was a big thing.

Sam had always thought of Bucky as a friend but he was now showing signs of… More.

And Sam didn't know what he wanted.

Sam checked the clock. 7. He had slept better than usual strangely enough but his dreams had still affected him. Sam wondered if Bucky would even remember what had happened the day before.

He hoped not.

But a part of him hoped he did.

Bucky

Oh god.

Oh no.

Bucky remembered.

He remembered everything.

Sam.

Oh god.

Bucky put his head in his hands. He had no idea how he had got home but he remembered what he had done.

He had almost kissed Sam.

He had admitted it to himself.

He had almost done it.

But Rhodey had walked in. Thankfully. A part of Bucky wished he hadn't though. Now his friendship with Sam was ruined. And nothing had developed out of it either. Bucky had ruined it.

Like he always ruined everything.

And now he had to see Sam today. Bucky slowly exhaled, shakily. He didn't know what to do.

Wait.

He could pretend he didn't remember.

It might work.

Bucky decided.

That was the plan.

At the facility

Sam was drinking coffee. It was good. What was not good was having to see Bucky in the next 10 minutes. Sam didn't know how he could pretend.

And what if Bucky had been messing with him again. Sam felt defeated. He couldn't win. He sighed, leaning against the break room fridge.

*Crash*

Sam spun to see an embarrassed Bucky and a broken cup. Bucky was frozen holding a cracked cup in his left hand. Sam stood motionless.

'Uh… Hi'

Sam half smiled nervously.

'Uh… Did you break that with your hands?'

Bucky swallowed and nodded slowly. Sam nodded with him.

'Do you need help clearing up?'

Bucky shook his head, hurriedly and rushed to get some paper to clean it up and knocked a plate.

*Smash*

He swore viciously, then looked guiltily at Sam.

'Sorry'

Sam shook his head, feeling nervous.

'Look I'll help'

Bucky nodded, biting his lip. He had really developed that as a habit.