The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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If you feel like
you are falling apart,
fall into my arms
I promise, I will catch
every little piece of you
and I promise, 
I will always
love your brokenness.

This was something Sam wasn't prepared at all. He had been reading in his assigned room, and was marvelling about the amount of money the Baron had to spare. Because, goddamn!

The room looked like an Egyptian princess lived in here thousand years ago, and Sam better not get started on the mattress. It was so fucking soft under Sam's back, he had trouble keeping his eyes open. The room was kept in blue, gold colours, and had an inviting glow to it. It looked posh, as if the Baron was showing off, and Sam couldn't help but feel like this was Zemos intention, after all

Sam was envious.

He could never life like this.
He never could afford things like this.

It was the cruel truth, but he started off with less, after all.

Stuck in his thoughts, he almost didn't hear the bone shaking scream from across the hall. Almost.

Without really thinking of it, he jumped to his feet, unelegantly stumbling over his own feet, as he ran across the hall, landing in front of Bucky's door.

He was unsure, not knowing whether to go inside or respect the man's privacy. But when he heard the most heartbroken sob that was sure to haunt and replay in his mind, he decided Bucky's dignity wasn't as important as making sure he was somewhat fine.

Stumbling into the room, he immediately took notice of the untouched bed, and his heart broke as he saw his- well, not his, but yes his- Bucky cowering in a corner, weeping into his folded arms.

The man was frantically shuddering, tearstreeks flowing down his puffed out cheeks as his metal arm painfully dug into his right shoulder.

His breathing was irregular, and Sam jumped into action. Kneeling in front of the distraught man, he told him to breathe, while obnoxiously breathing himself to get Bucky to copy. Soon, the longest POW started calling down, but the crying seemed endless. Sam praised him for every breath he correctly took, but his hands shook with the extreme need to hold the brunette, to comfort him in any way possible.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, his hands mere centimetres above Bucky's skin, but not quite touching.

After his realization in Madripoor, he might have to be more cautious with his touches since Bucky might not be okay with i-

His thoughts were interrupted by a hand harshly grabbing him and holding him closer, tears wetting his shirt and a hand painfully gripping the material of his shirt.

Bucky, bless his heart, was so shaken up by the events, he couldn't form any kind of sentences. But the things Sam could hear made his blood turn cold as well as set fire to his soul.

He will protect this man, no fucking questions asked.

HYDRA remains will burn under Sam's fingertips for hurting such an amazing man. The guy was fighting ever since the 40s, not once having a break, but every time the world needed him, he would be there on the front lines, ready to protect a planet that only taught him torment and pain and suffering.

Slowly, carefully, he wrapped an arm closely around Bucky's waist, as to not make him feel like he was trapped, and hauled him to his feet. But Bucky was keen on not letting go of Sam's entire body. He couldn't help but take notice of Buck's nails painfully digging into his forearm, but his metal hand was faintly holding onto his wrist. As if he still was afraid of hurting someone with that arm.

Sam frowned, but said nothing.

He was a man on a mission, determined to get them both to the bed, but the moment he indicated of letting go was when Bucky grew restless.

"Stay! Please, stay, Sam, stay! Please! Please, stay, stay, stay! I don't wanna be alone, stay!!!" He cried, and Sam felt his heart break in seven dimensions.

Leaving this man was never an option for him.

Slowly, he reached into the mini fridge next to the bed, the same one as was in his room(And only once will be say this, but Zemo be blessed), and got the small water bottle out of it. He opened it in front of Bucky's face, and angled the brunettes head back carefully, so he could sip on the water held out for him. Bucky couldn't hold the bottle himself, since his hands were occupied with holding Sam close. His blue eyes were frantically searching something in Sam's face, multiple emotions made those blue diamonds shine brighter than the night sky.

And that was the moment Sam realized he liked Bucky.

Because he didn't want to see those eyes gleam in sadness. He wanted them to brighten up because of a big smile, splitting his face in two.

He wanted those oh so rare smiles to be aimed at him. And he wanted to be the person Bucky seeked comfort from, just like in this very moment.

Carefully slipping next to the target of his affection, he pushed Bucky's head down onto his shoulder, and played with the soft curls of brown between his fingertips.

Their limbs were entangled, as Bucky softly sniffled. He was still a little bit out of it, since Sam had no trouble showering him with affection. Something the functional Bucky would detest to a maximum.

As selfish and heartless as it sounded, he really wished they could share more moments like this, where Bucky, even after all he went through, just trusted Sam blindly to keep him safe.

He wished this wasn't a one time thing.

After a few more minutes of Sam carding his hand through brown curls, he was startled as he heard very quiet, but quite adorable little snores from the man basically on top of him. The panic attack had really taken a lot out of Bucky.

He held the one armed man closer, and, he just couldn't help himself, pressed a short, sweet, and innocent kiss onto Bucky's forehead, wishing this kind of comfort would somehow keep most of his demons away, even if it was only for this one night.

A/N: Massive thank you to:  @Oversized_Clown1256 @Lulbabyfacee13 @OMGisitZayn @MajahLotus416 for always commenting! Means a lot <333!