SamBucky one shots

Can't get rid of me that easy

A/N: words: 1054. Ah I loved writing this, tis so sweet ahhhh. Anyways, enjoy!

 Bucky paced the waiting room anxiously, waiting for a word on Sam. It was stupid really, the mission. Easy thing, in and out. Until they didn't mark one of the snipers, and that one got Sam. Right in the stomach and leg. Bucky was too slow. He couldn't get to him in time, and now he was in the hospital, in surgery. Bucky had called Sarah, urging her not to come, or at least not bring the boys, but he got a text that read be there in 15 -Mom, from AJ, so both were a lost cause. Being 2 am, there weren't many people he disturbed with his pacing, just the hospital staff.

When Bucky saw the boys walk through the doors, eyes red and puffy, Bucky almost burst into tears. He ran to pick them up, holding them close. "Is Uncle Sam alright, Uncle Bucky?" Bucky still hadn't gotten that answer, so at the moment he had to scramble for a reply. "Uh, yeah, think so" he heard a sigh of relief come from the two, so he assumed he picked the right answer. He set them both down and walked towards Sarah, who had stationed herself beside an uncomfortable hospital chair. "Hey" he greeted her, his voice shaky and full of emotion. "Hi" she choked out, pulling him into a hug. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. "He gonna be ok?" she asked softly, head on his shoulder. Bucky sighed, knowing he can be honest. "I hope, but I don't know" he answered quietly, so the boys couldn't hear him. Sarah nodded, pulling away. He looked at her sympathetically, ignoring the small tears that finally fell. "Thanks, Bucky," she said, genuine. Bucky only nodded, before he made his way to the wall, as he knew they all needed to be alone right now. Even the boys sat in silence.

Bucky almost started pacing again, as he had been there for about 2 hours, and he got nothing. Finally, though, a nurse emerged from seemingly nowhere, a clipboard in hand. "Are you all here for Sam Wilson?" she asked, her voice filled with sorrow. Bucky looked up and could only nod, as did Sarah. "He's fine, the surgery was a success, but he has not woken up. If anyone wanted to stay with him, you're more than welcome. I ask only one person, though, thanks" she explains, and Bucky sighs in relief. Sam's alive. Sam's ok. He still has him. Bucky and Sarah lock eyes, having a silent argument over who gets to stay with him. Bucky is, silently mind you, urging her to go see him as it's her brother, why isn't she? Meanwhile, Sarah is trying to make him stay with him because that's the love of his life, and he's just gonna stand out here, waiting? Eventually, Sarah broke the silence. "Go" she told him simply, and he, in spite of himself, went to Sam's room.

He sees the chair in the corner, as well as the countless tubes placed in his fiancé. Bucky let out a shaky breath, the effect hospitals have on him isn't the nicest. He brings the chair closer to Sam, and takes his phone from his pocket. Smiling softly, he opened Spotify, playing the playlist Sam had forced him into downloading. Marvin Gaye Greatest Hits, but Sam had to make some adjustments, silently cursing the creator of the playlist. Bucky found it very adorable. Bucky hasn't admitted it to Sam, but he really likes it. Bucky placed his phone down on the arm of the chair. He smiled at Sam's form, even though the situation at hand wasn't phenomenal, Sam looked very peaceful. Bucky gently tapped his fingers against his leg to the beat of the music, smiling at all the time Sam has dragged him to dance to these songs.

Thank god Sam's here to do it again, Bucky thinks.

About an hour and a bit later, Bucky heard soft humming coming from Sam's bed, and perked his head up. "Sam?" Bucky mumbled softly, a grin taking over his face. "Hey, Buck" Sam replied tiredly, smiling softly. Bucky grinned wider, any tension or worry leaving his body. "So, you like it?" Sam inquired smugly, his smile turning into the signature toothy grin Sam always has on when they talk about music, or when they start banter. Bucky rolled his eyes, his grin staying on his face. "It's alright," Bucky told him, and Sam rolled his eyes. Bucky took Sam's hand, brushing his thumb over Sam's.

"I was really worried, doll," Bucky admitted in a whisper, tears threatening to fall. Sam smiled softly at Bucky. "Don't worry, James, you can't get rid of me that easy," Sam soothed softly, looking at Bucky. Bucky nodded, sniffing softly. "Seriously, Buck, I'm not going anywhere," Sam told him, and Bucky smiled widely. "Good, me neither," Bucky said, the music still playing.

"Also, Sarah and the boys are in the waiting room" Bucky informed Sam, biting his bottom lip. Sam blinked at the taller man. "What?" Sam asked, but it sounded more like a statement. "It all happened so fast" Bucky explained, and Sam rolled his eyes, laughing softly. Bucky loved the sound, finding it a bit better than the music playing beside him, but Sam would argue it. "Well, can they come in?" Sam asked anxiously, wanting to see his family. Bucky chuckled and texted Sarah.

Moments later, Sarah and the boys entered the room, a satisfied smirk on their faces. "Why do I feel like you did something you shouldn't have to get in here?" Bucky asked playfully, earning a glare from Sarah. "The boys have some good acting talent," Sarah explained simply, a wide grin on her face. "Sarah" Sam exclaimed, eyes wide. "You made your children fake cry to see me" the boys nodded, while Bucky sat in the chair laughing, taking in this whole scene.

After they finished that conversation, Sarah immediately bombarded Sam with questions, all of which Sam answered with the vaguest information, to mess with her. "Sam Wilson, I swear to god," Sarah muttered, leaning against the wall. Sam smirked in satisfaction, while Bucky rolled his eyes.

The words rang out in Bucky's mind. You can't get rid of me that easy. No, no, he could not.