Avengers Imagines

Ch. 6~Sam Fluff/Fall Series

I take a deep breath of fresh, newly chilled air the minute I step out of the cabin. Miraculously there's no threat big enough to call for the Avengers, so we're on a retreat. Bonding, Tony says. It's the third day and no one has murdered anyone yet, so I'd say things are going well. That might change soon though. As I walk down the long driveway a bit, I see Sam crouching behind one of the SUV's that brought us here. I walk over with furrowed brows, but the moment he sees me he snatches my hand and tugs me down and close to him.

"Sam, what the hell?" I ask with hot cheeks. His warm brown eyes are on our feet to make sure they're behind the back wheel before he grins at me.

"Shh. Look." He quiets me and peeks around the bumper. I follow suit to find a brunette super soldier raking leaves.

"Does he know this retreat is for relaxing?" I ask quietly and Sam beams mischievously at me.

"That's the sad part. This is relaxing for him." Sam shakes his head and holds me a little tighter as we carefully stand. "I'm waiting until he's finished with that big pile, then I'm going to tackle him into it." Sam tells me with glee, then seems to remember I'm here. "You're coming too."

I shake my head with a small smile. "No, no, no. It's one thing for you to do it, but I am not tagging along." My objection is firm, but Wilson senses my laughter.

"Nah, you're doing it. You'll probably prevent him from killing me anyways. I'll give you a kiss if we survive?" He suggests, that smile and bright eyes charming me to my core. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and blush as his eyes follow the movement.

"Okay. Better be a damn good kiss, Wilson." I sass and he pecks my cheek.

"I don't give any other kind, sweetheart." He teases back and I roll my eyes before we both peek around the SUV again. My heart squeezes a little as I watch Bucky rake the leaves, whistling to himself every once and a while.

"Are you sure we should do this?" I whisper to Sam and feel his chest shake with silent laughter. We're still pressed against one another, his chest to my back and my chest against the car.

"Yes. Asshole needs to take himself a little less seriously. You'll see." He tells me and I nod once, trusting him. As we wait, Sam casually wraps his arms around my waist so we're a more compact unit and easier to hide. My cheeks are hot and I smother a nervous laugh before it escapes.

"Sam, how long have you even been waiting here?" I murmur and feel him shrug.

"Thirty minutes, maybe." He responds and I crane my neck to look at his face.

"You've been waiting to tackle Bucky for fucking thirty minutes? That's sad." I shake my head and turn back to the man just about finishing up combining the two little piles he's made.

"If only you'd have found me sooner, sweetheart. Would've seemed like seconds with you in my arms, huh?" He pecks my hair and chuckles quietly to himself.

I shake my head again but my smile comes easy. "Watch it there, buddy. Flirting isn't helping." My voice is hushed to prevent Bucky from hearing, but if Sam keeps teasing me like this we're going to be found out.

"It's helping me just fine." He says smoothly.

"God, would you two just fucking fuck already? Motherfucking hell." We both flinch when Bucky yells over at us and reluctantly come out of our hiding places. He's not even facing us, the smug bastard. Sam and I meet eyes before nodding and running towards Bucky anyways. When he hears our stomping feet, he turns just in time for his mouth to form a little o before we tackle him into the big pile of leaves. Sam and I's laughter joins Bucky's stream of creative cursing as leaves billow around us just to fall back onto the grass. Bucky shoves the two of us off him as our laughter dies down to just giggles. We lay there a moment and he sighs, the smallest of half-smiles on his face. "Times like these make me feel like I'm actually a hundred."