SamBucky one shots

I adore you

A/N: words: 1345. AHHHHHHH. Ok so hey, I'm alive, its been awhile, but I'm here. This is by far my favorite trope, so I had to write it. Enjoy!

 Sam grabbed the key card from the desk clerk and made his way to the elevator, barely keeping his eyes open. Bucky followed him slowly, almost asleep. They had been on the road for a week now, and still had nothing. Right now, the only thing Sam could focus on was getting to the room, then under soft covers.

"We have to brief Rhodes in the morning." Bucky explained groggily, waving his phone with the message in the air. Sam nodded sleepily and pressed the floor number. He leaned back against the railing wrapping around the entire elevator, sighing deeply. This mission wasn't supposed to last all week, but by the looks of things, it isn't gonna be done by tomorrow. Sam loves being Captain America, but it's very tiring. It doesn't help that his partner is the human version of grumpy cat. It's worse that said partner doesn't even know who grumpy cat is. Sam's tried to show Bucky's stuff he missed online, even Tumblr, but that didn't go over well. It was quite funny, and a bit adorable, Sam would never admit that, to watch Bucky's face scrunch in confusion at the laptop screen.

Sam swiped the card and opened the door. He stopped in his tracks. Bucky ran into Sam's back and furrowed his eyebrows, searching the room. It all looked fairly normal, a dresser, desk, side tables. Oh. Oh.

"There's only one bed." Sam cursed under his breath, and Bucky grimaced. He had planned on taking the floor anyway, but the option was always nice. "I'll take the floor." Bucky announced, throwing his stuff on the floor. He could barely think about Sam's steady breath against his neck and his arm wrapped around Bucky's waist without getting butterflies in his stomach. No, it wasn't happening.

"No, that's not happening." Sam countered, rolling his eyes. Bucky scoffed. "I've done it a million times, Sam, I'm fine." this time Sam scoffed. Why was Bucky making this so difficult? "It's not fine, Buck. I'll take the floor." Sam retaliated, and Bucky rolled his eyes so hard they almost rolled right off his face. "No, that's unreasonable." Sam gave him a face that Bucky knew all too well; the are you serious right now face. "Fine, I guess we know the answer." Sam said. "Yep" Bucky answered, but he didn't really know. He guessed it was both of them taking the floor, but he was very wrong.

"We both take the bed" Sam explained, already heading to the bathroom to get changed. Bucky was left there dumbfounded and flustered. He definitely didn't expect that. Bucky quickly threw on a hoodie and sweatpants, though he figured it wasn't the best decision it this heat.

Meanwhile, Sam stood in front of the mirror, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, realizing what he had suggested. It shouldn't be weird, not at all. It's a queen bed, they'll be fine. So why was Sam so panicked? Well, Sam wasn't sure why. But he guessed it was because even the smallest hug from Bucky Barnes left Sam a flustered and stuttering mess. So how were they supposed to sleep in the same bed? Sam didn't know. But he guessed he was gonna find out.

Sam shuffled out the door awkwardly, and was seriously regretting his decision. Bucky sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone with his glasses on. Sam almost died. Bucky didn't need glasses, but once he found out how horrible his phone's light was for you, he bought about 5 pairs of blue light glasses. Sam was not complaining about the glasses.

Once Sam regained some semblance of being put together, and not head over heals for this man, he sat beside Bucky. "You gonna just sit there?" Bucky asked from beside Sam. Sam huffed, and gave him a glare. "Turn the lamp off then, dingus." Sam shot back, shuffling under the covers. Bucky grumbled and went to turn off the lamp. Sam's eyes followed his movements, how his hair fell perfectly in place around the glasses. Sam vowed to make sure Bucky never got rid of his glasses.

Bucky felt Sam's eyes on him and smirked. He set his phone and glasses down, and lied down beside Sam, being sure to not have his hands brush against Sam's. That's the last thing he needed. "That better, Mr. America?" Sam rolled his eyes at that, and chuckled softly. "Yes, Sergeant Barnes." Bucky smiled in the darkness, and shook his head. "You're ridiculous." Bucky retorted, and Sam laughed softly. "Says the one who bought 5 blue light glasses in spite of the fact that he has super serum." Sam said, and Bucky scoffed. "Did you know how much damage it can cause you? You can lose your sight, Sam. Do you want to take care of a blind 106 year old super soldier?" Sam had his head in his hands, listening to Bucky's argument. "Who said I want to take care of you now?" Sam said back, and then he felt Bucky's elbow pressed into his side. That made Sam laugh louder.

"Oh, please, you adore me, admit it." Bucky was grinning ear to ear, listening to Sam's laugh. Sam just hummed in response, but it meant more. Because Sam couldn't really put it into words how much he adores Bucky. Not really. And with their faces inches apart, Sam wasn't planning on explaining how much he adores Bucky. He couldn't explain that there isn't a way to describe him. Words don't live up to Bucky Barnes. The sun comes close, the center of Sam's world, Sam's universe, the warmth of his smile. A light in a dark sea of nothing, expect it. Expect them.

But the sun can't captivate the feeling that he gives Sam. It's pure comfort, pure peace, like a warm night near the water wrapped in a tight blanket. Or a rainy day in the kitchen, the smell of food filling the air. The feeling of peace and quiet. A peace in war. Because for the both of them, war is never ending. For the both of them, they were born into a fight. Thrown into a world that they didn't really know. And they are the only ones who truly understand each other. Right now, lying in a crappy hotel room, drifting to sleep beside each other, but still out of each other's reach. And Sam couldn't take it for longer. He needed the sun, his sun, the peace and comfort, his peace and comfort, and the only way he could find that was through Bucky.

After a few moments, Bucky's eyes began getting heavy, and he felt himself drifting off, a smile on his face, and his head resting on Sam's shoulder.

Sam smiled down at the messy head of hair on his shoulder. He didn't panic, like he thought he would. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Bucky, and thought about the chaos the morning would bring.

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"I don't adore you." was what Bucky woke up to, and he was mildly confused. "Uh, what?" Bucky mumbled in response, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his head still on Sam's shoulder, but that hadn't really registered yet. "I don't adore you," Sam repeated, "I love you."

Sam still didn't think the word could fully describe Bucky, but he could settle, for now.

Bucky's eyes went wide. A million thoughts ran through his mind. Then, it clicked. All of it. And all the confusion Bucky felt when he saw Sam, it was love. He loved Sam. He so obviously loved Sam. "I love you, too." Bucky said softly, and Sam smiled wide. Sam liked the sound of that. He loved the sound of that. Bucky Barnes loved him, and he loved Bucky Barnes. It was good. Sam pulled Bucky closer, and they ignored the world for a while, it was just them.

In noise, there's quiet, in war, there's peace, in darkness, there's light. In a crappy hotel room, there's Sam and Bucky, avoiding a mission, too caught up in each other to care.