|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

Late Night Surprise

Sam didn't expect to find Bucky crashing through his front door in the middle of night, his eyes wild. His hair was messy, disheveled as if one had harshly pulled at it  He had dried blood cached on him that added onto the wild look he has going about. . Sam instantly tensed when the man started to sob, tears welling in his eyes, barely having time to catch him when his knees buckle beneath the soldier's weight.

Everything felt like it was on fire. His skin felt like millions of tiny little needles have embedded into his skin, not painful as much, but very fucking irritable. That's a surprise. He thought nothing could beat how annoying his partner is.

Talking about his partner, Bucky could feel warm hands cradle his face, gently wiping away the tears that had fallen.

Bucky couldn't think and it hurt to try. He didn't understand what was happening. How did someone like those pussy ass three men manage to get him? He has to start putting his guard up.

"Help!" He chokes out, feeling his body seize control and leaning into Sam, wanting the nightmares to stop.

In his mind, much like a broken record, was him falling off that train after a mission with Rogers. it's always the same. The feeling of the air sipping around him. The fear and angst those blue eyes held. His time during their control. His mind was replaying a past he had tried so desperately to destroy.

"Make it stop, Sammy!" He whined, digging his head into the crook of his friend's neck. Sam started to wonder; how the hell did Bucky end up in this state? He has never seen the Soldier so tired before. He has never seen Bucky, his partner, in pain so much and it terrified him.

Because if Bucky was scared, then how the hell was he supposed to stay calm, when the man he loves is begging him to stop whatever pain he was in?

Sam felt a change in Bucky's attitude sending a shiver up the man's spine. In a blink of an eye, Sam is narrowly missing a blow before in a state of panic, scrambled to his feet and fended himself.

What if someone got rid of the programming in Bucky's head? What if they had said those stupid Russian words? He can't help but tear up at the thought, all the hard work in Wakanda and all the progress he himself had made, is now gone.

Another thing he wonders, swiping the legs beneath his opponent, is how the hell will he get Bucky under control? He doesn't want to hurt him because what if his Bucky was still in there?

What if the Bucky he loves is clawing desperately at its like a caged animal? Watching actions of his other side like a viewer watching television?
Sam doesn't know where he went wrong but soon found himself pinned to the floor, a shriek escaping when both strong hands wrap around his throat.

With his eyes full of fear, Sam struggles. He struggles and struggles and struggles, feeling the lungs in his body work overtime, fruitlessly trying to gather the oxygen it needs.

Sam could hear the erractic beat of his heart in his ears and his eyes watered at not only the lack of air he so desperately needed, but because of Bucky.

Was he really going to die at the hands of his best friend/crush?

He feel his body start to shut down but he doesn't give up. No, instead, he brings his leg and strikes him in between his legs, startling the soldier for a second.

It's all the time Sam needed to reprehend the Winter Soldier. 

"James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. You fucking stand down now before I hurt you!" He snarls protectively. His throat felt raw as he coughed.

Sam looks into the soldier's eyes, his heart sinking at the expression he currently wore.

He looked frightened. He looked like a hunted animal, using their eyes to convey the thoughts they're feeling. It makes Sam sick to his stomaclh as he catches his breath.

No doubt he was shaking now, with adrenaline pumping through his veins slowly escaping his system and with the fact that had he not intervened, he would have most likely died.

He doesn't want his death on be on Bucky's conscience if he ever comes out.

He knows he should stay hopeful. Think the good side of things but could you blame someone who had just went through something terrifying?

"Bucky, can you hear me?" The man's eyes roll into the back of his head as a memory rams into his head like a train.

Bucky was making his way down the street on his way to Sam's, a flower held firmly in his grasp as he looks around the bustling streets. All the different smells of food making his mouth water. All the smells intriguing as always.

He was enjoying his time strolling when suddenly, three people dragged him into the nearest alleyway. Bucky immediately struggled, managing to knock one down before one holds him down and another is stabbing a needle in his neck.

The minute they pressed down on the needle all coherent thoughts flew out of his head as he felt his immune system try to fight of its formidable opponent. He groans, slumping down and gripping at his hair.

"Our product works!"  The man cries in joy only for it fall of his face.

Bucky growls viciously. He doesn't advance though. Not yet at least and instead smiles pleasantly before he pulls the needle out of his neck and coldly using the syringe to stab an important vein, not blinking at the fresh warm blood that spurted on him like a broken water pipe.

"It backfired." He snarls, lifting the other by their neck and slamming him into the wall, not caring about the cry of pain.

And then it's all blank.

The next time Bucky wakes up, he's chained somewhere. He doesn't know where but he starts to worry for Sam.

Was he okay?

What happened?

"You with me, Barnes?" A familiar voice asks and Bucky stares at Sam in confusion. Wait-

What? What the hell happened?

"You went Winter Soldier mode on me and almost succeeded in killing me." He says cautiously, keeping a fare distance between him the man.

Fair. Bucky thought, he wouldn't go near himself even if he was chained to the wall.

Bucky looks down in regret, wallowing in self-hate. He hurt Sam?

"I'm sorry." He says softly, tears welling in his eyes at the thought of hurting his partner.

Sam's face softens as he shuffles closer. Only for a blade to be stabbed through his stomach and stumbles back.

He gasps, the feeling of the crimson liquid trickling down his hand enough to make him feel nauseous.

He cries out.

Bucky sits up, frozen in his spot, the memory of his nightmare enough to make him cry.

The opens up and Sam's walking in, a worried look on this face when he sees the broken man.

"Bucky?" He asks gently, hesitantly stepping forward. Bucky's eyes land on the new Captain America and breaks down.

"I'm sorry!" The man rushes forward and brings him in for a comforting hug, his strong arms wrapping around him.

"Bucky, hey..." He coos softly, his eyebrows knotting together. "Hey, Bucky, it's okay-"

"I stabbed you-"

Sam tenses before relaxing. "It was just a nightmare, Bucky. I'm right here, see?" James dares to look at Sam scanning for any wounds.

He smiles softly, calming Bucky's racing heart.

"I'm sorry. I love you." He says and Sam tightens his hold.

"I love you too."

Little did Bucky now that dream was going to come a reality.