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

Book 2: Chapter 6: Can We Talk?

'Mmm... Well done Zemo for not just having fancy garbag-'
'Sam'

Sam turned from stuffing his face with food. Zemo leaned against the door frame.

'Uh... Hi?'
'Hello Sam'

Sam waited. Zemo stood still just staring at Sam. When he still didn't speak Sam turned back to the food.

'Sam'

Sam sighed and turned back around.

'You and James. When did it start?'
'Huh... What?'
'Your relationship'

Sam choked on his food. Zemo just stared at him. Sam began coughing.

'Drink water'

Sam rolled his eyes, fake smiled and when Zemo went to get him some he stuck his middle finger up at his back.

Annoying little sh-

'So... The relationship'  Zemo pushed as he handed Sam a glass of water.

Sam shook his head taking it.

'We're not in a relationship. We are friends'

Zemo frowned, looking confused.

'But... You're affectionate with each other?'
'Uh yeah? So'
'Like more than with friends'
'Men can be affectionate'

Zemo hummed.

'There's more to it'
'Stop'
'Is this an avenger thing or?'
'What? Shut up.'

Zemo shut up.

'Well Sam, James is a very handsome man and it would be a shame to miss out on such a good opportunity'

Sam's eyes widened.

'What?!'

Zemo shrugged.

'I'm just saying you should grab what's right in front of you-'
'Get out'
'What? This is my house-'
'Get out!'

Zemo nodded and backed out.

'Just remember Sam' He called. 'Grab the chance when it comes'

Ugh.

Sam didn't need relationship advice from Zemo.

But was it that obvious?

Suddenly Bucky walked in. Sam quickly made himself look busy. He leaned on the table 'casually' but only succeeded in looking stupid. He slipped banging his elbow.

'Ow!'

Bucky raised an eyebrow, looking confused.

'Are you-'
'I'm fine'

Sam turned back to the window he'd been looking out of, covering his embarrassed face. He felt Bucky come up behind him. He forced himself to relax.

Relax Sam. Bucky's just a friend.

'So... Can we talk now?'

Sam turned to Bucky.

'Um ok'

He felt oddly nervous. Bucky walked over to the table and sat down. Sam stayed standing. It made him feel in control.

Not of Bucky. Just in general.

Of himself.

Bucky took a deep breath and stared at the table. He looked lost. Sam waited.

Patiently.

Silence.

Sam knew he had to speak.

'Bucky... I'm really sorry about... Um a few weeks ago'