Avengers oneshots (Mostly SamBucky)

Incredible

(Kind of a continuation of the previous two chapters. But it's okay if you skipped the smut one, this one can still be read.)

(Warning: Homophobia and racism)

Sam woke up to find himself face to face with a sleeping Bucky. Bucky's neck still red and bruised from their last night's situation. He remembered every bit of it and smiled at the fact that Bucky's arm was laid on him. This was the first time that he had stayed over at Bucky's and hadn't woken up to Bucky's muffled screams. Maybe he did manage to tire the supersoldier out enough to fall into a deep dreamless state. Or maybe Bucky felt more comfortable in his arms. He didn't know. Sam didn't understand why nightmares would attack you sometimes and not the others. He himself had a pretty good sleep. He didn't want Bucky to know that he also had nightmares sometimes. At least not yet.

"Hi."

Bucky's soft raspy voice made Sam smile.

"Hey."

Bucky pulled Sam closer. "I can barely open my eyes and you already sound delicious."

Sam chuckled. "Get up. We need to shower and have breakfast."

"No."

This wasn't the usual 'your very existence annoys me' kind of no that Sam was used to hearing from his grumpy partner, but more of a childish one.

Sam relented as he placed a soft kiss on Bucky's nose. Bucky let out a soft hiss.

"What the hell?"

"Treat me like a cat, and I'll act like one."

"Weirdo."

"Mhmm. Same to you."

Sam managed to turn just enough to grab his phone and began scrolling through it.

The pictures he had taken last night were surprisingly of good quality.

"You know I heal pretty quickly. I'm not sore or anything, if you catch my drift."

"Do you always wake up horny or is this a special occasion?"

"Special occasion."

"And what's that?"

"You."

Sam just smiled at him and turned back to face him. Bucky pecked his lips. Then his expression turned serious.

"Is this a one time thing, Sam?"

"What? Why would I still be in your bed then?"

"Cause my arm is heavy and hard to lift."

"What you think I'm that weak?"

Bucky glared at Sam. Sam sighed.

"Bu-James. I wish I could tell you that I love you or even like you, but that won't be true. I...I honestly don't know."

Bucky nodded as he lifted his arm and sat up. He shot his partner a smile and tried to get up but Sam grabbed his hand.

"Buck."

"Hey, it's okay. It's gonna take time but I'll go back to being the annoying grumpy ass."

"But I don't want that. I want this. I just don't know how I feel. Can you give me sometime?"

"Take your time."

Bucky leaned in and pressed a kiss on Sam's lips.

"So you're gonna tell me why you acted weird about your name?"

"I don't know, take a wild guess."

"Steve?"

"Steve."