|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

the one I only feel with you (but boy you're the truth)

When Bucky first laid eyes on Sam, his breath was taken away. His smile was everything, erupting butterflies in his stomach, his laugh warming up his chest in a way that felt amazing. He hasn't felt like this for ages.

Bucky knew he was whipped the minute Sam came over and introduced himself, Steve sending him a knowing smirk. 

He remembers sputtering, the blood rushing to his cheeks. He cleared his throat before answering.

"Bucky. Bucky Barnes, nice to, uh, meet you, Sam." He manages and Bucky takes pride in that.

"Uh, wow, how have you been?" He asks, starting light talk. Even his voice was amazing.

Sam smirks. "I've been good. Moved here with my partner, Riley for a job interview.

Oh.

Hope fades slowly. "Oh, are they here with you today?"

Sam shakes his head, a sad smile on his face.

"No, uh, we're not on speaking terms." Bucky frowns, before looking at the bar tender.

"Uh, can I have a beer and- what do you want?" He asked turning back to Sam. Sam looks surprised, before answering.

"Uh, you don't, have to uh, do that." He stammers and Bucky's lips tug up. "Sure I know, but do you want a beer? Or?"

"Uh, I'll just have a beer, thanks."

Bucky pats the man on his shoulder before looking back. "Can I have two beers, please? Thanks."

A couple of beers later, they're both laughing at a stupid joke. Steve had left with a man, Stank, was it? He doesn't know but they left.

"So, tell me more about yourself, Bucky Barnes. How'd you get that metal arm? It's awesome." Bucky laughs softly, looking at his arm.

"This piece of junk? I fell from a train." Bucky doesn't know why he's telling Sam this, he barely knows the man but it's something about the vibe he got going on, he makes you feel like you can tell him anything without being judged. He's special.

"Oh, does, does it hurt sometimes?" He asks in curiosity. Bucky shakes his head, taking another swig of beer.

"Sometimes, but it was specifically made from very important people."

If Sam notices he kept the answer vague, he doesn't speak on it. Why should he? It's not his business. "You have family?" Sam asks, resting his head in the palm of his hand, watching him softly. Bucky, for the fifteenth time this night, felt his breath hitch. He was beautiful.

Exquisite even. The way the low lights of the bar lights illuminate his skin, the way his eyes sparkle. He looked he was made from the gods. And not Thor or Loki. And It fills him up with fuzzy feeling in his tummy. It made him forget about his shitty past.

"Uh, no. I do have a sister though, haven't spoken much, and I have a cat. Her name is Alpine. Oh, and that blonde beside me before is my best friend, Steve."

"You don't look like a cat lover." Sam teases, a smirk threatening to spill over his face.

"With that bad boy look going on, your leather jacket and your arm. But it's always the scary looking ones that have the softest hearts." Bucky smiles despite the pain that comes from those words.

He doesn't know about his past, and quite frankly, he doesn't want him to know. Because Sam is probably the best thing that has happened to him recently even if they have known each other for a few hours.

He hopes Sam feels the same.

Another thing about this man is that he makes him feel like a child with a silly little crush. Making him feel giddy and the butterflies flutter around in his stomach. He makes him smile more than he has in one day.