Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Eight

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Sam winced as his body was tossed up against the top of the trunk, wondering if he'd have been able to pull this off if Sharon had picked a smaller car.

"You think she's with the powerbroker?" Sam whispered, though he was turned away from his partner's response.

"If you ask stupid questions, you'll get stupid answers."

Sam shifted slightly, not having much room with both him and Bucky snooping around, "What are we gonna do when they stop?"

"Kill them."

Sam turned just his head, only to find that Bucky was facing away from him as well, "Are you serious?"

"Obviously not, Sam. I don't kill anymore," Bucky rolled his eyes, despite Sam not being able to see, "Now shut up."

Sam waited for a bit, "You good?"

"Fine."

Sam hugged himself, shutting his eyes and imagining that he was back at his apartment, and Bucky wasn't mad. They hadn't been in the trunk for an hour yet, but to be quite honest, Sam was miserable. He was in a relatively tight spot, not tight enough for panic, but tight enough for discomfort. He wasn't always afraid of small spaces, but his time in the field created lots of fears for him.

As for Bucky, he only feared that they'd get caught. Should Sharon find them, he wasn't sure he could contain his anger. All of the suffering Sam had put him through for this woman, all that he tried so hard to avoid, for her to betray them? Hell no. The only reason he hadn't confronted her himself, was because he wasn't sure how he would react to her face. He wasn't sure that he would be able to let her live— and that scared him.

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Sam tried to pull his shift up, nothing. The blaring alarms in his small jet were nothing compared to the alarms in his mind, "I'm going down; I've been hit!"

Three minutes until impact.

It was a small mission, so he was aware that there was only two other people listening. His heart nearly bear out of his chest, like it was in a race with his jet to hit the ground.

"Wilson, get out of there. Riley will finish the mission. You copy?"

Sam didn't answer. Shame crept its way up his throat as he desperately tried to get his damaged figure to fly.

"I said get out of there, Wilson, do you copy?"

"I told you I didn't want to go on this stupid mission!" Sam fought the jet for control, only having split seconds of success. He thought of how embarrassing it'd be when he returned to base.

Two minutes until impact.

"Wilson, get out. Do you copy?"

Silence.

"Get out of there!"

Sam finally made a split decision he knew would haunt him later, "I copy."

Sam tried to unbuckle himself, panic seeping in as he rattled it, "It's stuck."

"Wilson, can you repeat-,"

"It's stuck!" Sam resorted to trying to maneuver his way around the seatbelt.

"Don't panic. Push the red button-,"