|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

⚠️Drugged.⚠️

⚠️ WARNING: ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT.  Nothing progresses to anything horrible, like you know what I mean, more just like groping and in approximately touching places they shouldn't be touching.⚠️

you have been warned.

The evening started off as any other after a long and tiresome battle. Him and Bucky patch each other up, have a little makeout session that always end too quickly for Sam's liking, then go to the bar down the road and throw back a couple of drinks.

Sam was still on his first one when he started to feel off. It started as a weird sensation. He shrugged it off.

Probably just me being a lightweight.

And as the evening transitioned into night, the weird sensation had progressed to a never ending ringing in his ears, disorienting him and his world around, so as he moved to stand up, he held onto the stool for support, shrugging of the concern showing on his partner's face.

"Hey, I'll be, I'll be back. Jus' heading to the toilet."

Bucky's eyes followed him until he left his sight and thank god for that because not a minute later, his knees buckled beneath and he barely has time to hold a shaking hand to the wall.

"You alright there?" An unfamiliar voice asks and Sam smiles. His eyes glazed over.

"Yes, I'm fine." He dismisses, not liking the way his hair stood on edge in the man's presence. "You sure? Where you heading?"

"I'm fine, I can make it there myself."

Before he can walk off, seady hands are holding him in place.

"Dude, can you, uh, can you let go now?" He asks, not liking the vibes he is getting. The hands lower and Sam instinctively flinches at the touch and shoves him off.

With success, he does but only for him to be dragged into a secluded area and slammed against a wall, the man latching to him like a leech and sucking his neck like a mosquito.

He tries to push him off.

God, why can't he push him off?! He's an Avenger, he's the new Captain America, he should be able to fight of a horny cunt.

God, Steve would be so disappointed right now, thinking that he gave the shield to a man who isn't worthy enough.

That thought alone gives him strength and he manages to bring his knee up.

"I said get off me, man."

He felt faint.

God, where was Bucky? Just as he tried to call out, a hand slapped over his mouth and his head jerked into the wall.

A muffled cry escapes when the man starts to speak, his breath reeking with alcohol.

It makes him want to vomit..

His head was ringing now and he was weakening by the second. What was it in that drink?

He doesn't know but he's starting to the feeling his drink was spiked.

He has the symptoms and all.

Dizzy and faint.

Sick.

Weak.

No doubt his pupils were dilated and almost covered the brown if his irises.
He feels disgusting.

He feels violated as the man gently nudged his legs open, holding him by the throat. He struggles in vain, thrashing against the man when he starts to mouth at his neck.

"Stop, please-"

He yelps when the man slaps him.

"Shut up, I don't care if you're a superhero or not,"

The situation finally dawned on him.

He was being raped, wasn't he? God, is this how Bucky felt during his time with Hydra, having all those people touch him?

By now, the man is thrusting against him, murmering filthy sayings into his neck as he gets off on Sam being in such a helpless state.  He prays for Bucky to find him before it can get any further.

He closes his eyes and cries, the drugs in his system making him emotional or is it the situation he's in?

He waits for the inevitable but it doesn't come and instead, the man is getting pried off of him.

Sam collapses in sheer relief, his knees buckling as he collides with the floor.

He doesn't notice now that everyone has gathered around him, some asking if he was okay while others just stood of in the distance and watched on.

He pushes the people away and instead curls in on himself as his body trembles, the lump in his throat making it hard to swallow. God, he could still feel the man's hands against his. He could still his breath that teamed of alcohol fanning over him.

His mind shuts down in a defender mechanism, shutting off all emotion and thoughts as he stares owlishy at the scene playing out in front of him.

Bucky, he thinks it's Bucky, pummeling into the man, fighting against the people prying him off.

He stares at Bucky's figure, his face swimming into view.

He was speaking but Sam could tell make out what he was saying.

I can't understand.
He flinches when a strong, metal arm lifts him. Carrying him in his arms, the intoxicating sense of Bucky Barnes calming his racing heart and his head lolls forward, resting his head in the crook of Bucky's neck.

He manages to fall asleep but jerks awake when he's being jostled. Immediately, he cries out. "Sam, shh." Bucky whispers, his voice soft. It was warm and it calmed him down greatly. "Where am I?"

"ER. Don't worry, I won't leave your side. I promise." He says and Sam can only nod, feeling this sense of numbness despite his racing heart.

"Steve's gon' be 'appointed if he finds out..."

"No he won't, Sam. If anything, he would be furious."

Bucky doesn't remind Sam he's dead, it would probably break him so it's better to act like he's still alive.

As promised, he stayed with Sam, throughout the whole thing. Holding his hand out for when Sam needs it, letting him now that he's still here and that he won't be harmed anymore.

As for the man, he was actually on the run from the police for sexual assault charges.

Bucky feels guilty in himself. He shouldn't have left Sam alone when he knew that he wasn't quite right. Because if he had been with Sam, then this shit wouldn't have happened, and they'd be home snuggling up to each other.  Not in the fucking ER while the doctor searches Sam for any wounds and checks his dilated pupils. 

They have to wait 24 hours until they can get his blood sample reading back and for now, Bucky stays beside Sam for the rest of the night, coaxing him out of panic attacks and nightmares, whispering sweet nothings, not doing anything physical as to not set him off.

Bucky will forever be pissed at that jerk, thanks to him, Sam now has PTSD, panic attacks when someone mentions anything close to kissing.

It aches Bucky to see his crush like this, seeing him not like himself.

That's okay though, because Sam will get better and Bucky will be with him through everything.