SamBucky one shots

I'd catch you

A/N: words: 1873. IM BACK. I've had no motivation forever, but I cranked this one out so yeah, yay. I actually really enjoyed writing this. Anyways, enjoy!

The rain poured down outside, almost drowning out the music playing from Sam's phone. Sam hummed softly to the music as Bucky read his book in his chair. The boys and Sarah were out doing god knows what, so it was just Sam and Bucky home. It was nice, they sat in silence, Bucky reading and Sam scrolling through his phone. It was all very domestic, something neither had experienced in a while. It was nice, peaceful.

After about 10 minutes, the rain got a bit lighter, and Bucky looked up from his book. Sam was muttering the lyrics to the song Bucky didn't recognize, a small smile on his lips. It made Bucky smile too, and Sam felt Bucky's eyes in him. "Buck?" Sam called out, his eyes not leaving his phone. Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly and went back to his book. Sam smirked and turned the music up a bit louder.

Soon, Sam got a bit bored. He looked between the window and Bucky. Then, his phone. Sam has feelings for Bucky, plain and simple. He didn't know why it happened, it just happened. Whenever Bucky smiles, Sam gets this fuzzy feeling in his head and chest, and he smiles himself. Or when he laughs, Sam laughs as well, just because. He has had feelings for him since probably he had been searching for him, way back when, and the problem was he didn't know how to deal with them. So, the thought of dancing with Bucky came into his mind sooner than he wanted. Oh well, Sam thinks, because he's bored, and he wants to dance with this metal armed super soldier.

"Wanna dance?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Bucky looked up from his book giving a confused look, his eyes wandering around his surroundings, like he's searching for an answer. Bucky's brain has short-circuited. Sam Wilson wanted to dance with Bucky Barnes to Marvin Gaye's greatest hits. It was a lot, to say the least. A blush crept up Bucky's neck, and he mentally kicked himself for it. Sam didn't need to know Bucky was head over heels for him, not yet, and probably not ever. But he couldn't shake the thought of Sam's hand in his, his steady breath against Bucky's cheeks. It was all too tempting. Bucky just couldn't say no. Especially the look on Sam's face, almost like puppy dog eyes. 

After a few moments, Sam's eyes still not leaving Bucky, he sighed in defeat, trying not to smile. "Alright Wilson," Bucky agreed, "I'm warning you, I'm a bit rusty, and I definitely didn't dance to Marvin Gaye, so be careful" Sam turned his head away, a toothy grin spread across his face, as a laugh erupts from his lips. "I'll lead than" Sam added, and Bucky's face grew warmer.

Sam smirked, and he took Bucky's hand hesitantly, and Bucky's breath hitched. Sam's eyes looked into Bucky's with worry. "It's ok, I'm fine" Bucky assured him, and Sam smiled a bit wider, taking Bucky's hand confidently. They swayed a bit awkwardly to the music, as the living room wasn't too big, and the two men hadn't danced in many years. Bucky met Sam's eyes, looking down at him slightly. "I despise that you're taller than me" Sam quipped, causing Bucky to grin, a genuine grin. "I love it" Bucky quipped back, and this time Sam grinned, laughing softly. "Of course you do" Sam muttered, and the grin didn't leave neither of their lips.

After a while they got into a rhythm, Sam humming softly to How sweet it is, smiling softly. Bucky smiled as well, admiring every feature of Sam's face. His eyes now closed, eyelashes brushing softly against his cheeks, his face looking truly relaxed. His skin being littered with small scars, each different, each beautiful. His smile lines evident as he smiled. Bucky now fully aware of the beauty that is Sam Wilson. He looked like he was glowing, he practically was, and Bucky smiled a bit wider.

A few moments later, Sam opened his eyes, seeing Bucky's eyes focused on him, a caring look on his face, and Sam got butterflies in his stomach. Sam saw the look in his eyes, something he couldn't place completely, but god he wanted to. Bucky's smile looked so affectionate, almost loving, and Sam blushed a deep crimson, shocked at the effect this man had on him. "This living room is getting a bit too small," Bucky said softly as a slightly faster song came on. Sam smiled and nodded. "You're right" Sam agreed simply, and his eyes wandered to outside, the rain coming down a bit lighter. "I just did my hair" Sam knew it was a lie, Bucky's hair looking messy, but still not bad, and that was a concept Sam never understood. How someone's hair could look so messy yet so good is beyond Sam. "That's a lie" Sam responded, his eyes back on Bucky. Bucky rolled his eyes, a smile seemingly stuck on his lips. "Ok, but it's raining" Sam looked at him with a you dont say look, and Bucky sighed. "Fine" Sam grinned and made his way to grab his phone, leaving Bucky standing in the middle of the living room. "How is that not gonna get wet?" Bucky questioned, and Sam rolled his eyes this time. "We have our ways" Sam explained simply, and Bucky grumbled something about this being a bad idea, causing Sam to grin wider.