I hate getting Flashbakchs from things I don't want to remember.
And I want a day where it feels like I'm not falling apart anymore.
Separate ways. Different directions. Both they went, separated once again. Bucky seemed to start despising any kind of distance with Sam. But, oh well. He had some things to do anyway.
Like, clear his head from all those queer thoughts.
They almost kissed! Almost!
Oh, he could hear his father cursing him out, and listen to the rumours spread all across the neighbourhood. Those spiteful eyes would be send his way, and he wouldn't be able to protect himself from the fists raining upon him once the police knew it, too. They would get rid of garbage like him in an instea-
But, no. That was how it used to be.
Back then, it had been everyone. Now, it was a lonely minority. Yet, a minority was enough to scare some of the 'lgb- something community'- he remembered Sam calling them this, he just lost a letter- into hiding.
They were scared of the so called 'homophobes'. They came in all shapes and forms, such as bullies in school as well as family members and friends.
He could understand their fears, though he was massively relieved to know not everyone would beat him to death thanks to his attraction for the massively nice, patient and handsome man called Sam Wilson.
The man he almost kissed.
Almost.
But in the last second, AJ had run out of the house in search of the two missing soldiers, and as he had came into view, Bucky had been scared of being exposed, he had shot out of his seat and bolted into the house. Late, at midnight, he had apologized via text and Sam had told him it was fine since he was still coming to terms with queers -Sam called them gays- being more accepted nowadays.
God knew, he would fall even harder for him once he saw him in that uniform....
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And fall, he indeed did.
Just not in love.
Yet.
Since the way he was falling off a building because he had been shoved by a flagsmasher on steroids was not something to compare to falling in love.
He screamed bloody murder as he fell down all those stages. The fall seemed to be whole years for him, yet for everyone else, it wasn't even seconds.
Everyone, except Sam.... Because he, indeed, saw his partner drop down, only to collide on the floor. His heart drummed in his chest violently as he also suffered from a flashback.
While Bucky was reminiscing his fall down the Alps, Sam remembered watching his other partner a lifetime ago fall.
Both pair of hands were violently shaking, both had problems keeping their nerves in check, but their misery had to wait.
It was time to safe New York.
Again.
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Sam descended like some kind of angel ready to show the world the right path, as Bucky for the first time got a glimpse of the suit he himself helped design. It fit Sam just perfectly, his massive chest just screamed dominance as he held himself upright in position, like a soldier on a march. His broad shoulders roared with glory, ready to unleash a power the world had never before been suspected to.
Bucky heard the uncomfortable crack of the metal as Sam held on, a normal human, whose veins weren't working with pummed in serum. Sweat was breaking out of his forehead, and Bucky had to take a moment to breathe. Sam was eternally beautiful, and from seconds he went from just being another Avenger, he turned into... The angel Bucky always saw in him.
A massive, pleased smile broke across his face as he starred at Sam, a warm feeling settling in his chest. Something inside him seemed to sing, and he felt lighter than ever, all of a sudden his head was spinning and he held his breath. He knew that feeling. He also thought he couldn't feel that anymore.
He loved.
He was in love.
He was in love with Sam Wilson.
Bucky shuddered, overwhelmed with the feeling, but his smile never faltered for the rest of the fight.
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Sams steps were steady as he lowered himself to the ground like an ungodly judge, ready to take aim and reclaim his position on top of the world.
He held the child, the kid that had been done wrong by the world, close to him as he slowly lowered her to the ground, a sadness filling his gorgeous face. Bucky practically could feel his pain from meters away, yet it was fairly replaced by anger as he caught glimpse of the senator.
Oh, that man was up for a verbal beating, it seemed. And then, Sam started talking.
His speech was... indescribable. Well, no, it wasn't, Bucky was just bad with words. But he was indeed speechless. Fell into silence as he saw the man he desperately loved talk the never not-talking politics into silence.
The way Sam's jaw was working was... mesmerizing, Bucky had trouble concentrating on the speech. He also knew, would Sam one day be this angry at Bucky, well, he wouldn't react like those politics. He would cry. Like, full blown sobbing, is what he'd do. Embarrassing, yes, but truthful at the same time.
Oh, god, Sam was approaching! He had to look inbothered, as if that wasn't the hottest thing he ever witnessed, and as if he wasn't the proudest man alive, so he let the smile slip off his face, and faced Sam.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear all of that speech." Lies. "I heard something, like, black guy in stars 'n stripes or something?"
Sam chuckled, and Bucky swore, he could hear angels singing mix into that sound.
Slowly, they were walking, but Sam had that devastated look on his face, and Karlis blood had soaked a little into the uniform. He knew Sam felt like he failed everyone, but he couldn't help but desperately hoped Sam knew he was proud of him.
So, when he hit him gently on his shoulder, in an act of comfort, Sam would remember this was Bucky's second Captain America he fought side by side with, and he meant every word when he said.
"Nice job, Cap."
A/N: Y'all, I put the slowburn tag there for a reason😈😈😈
But don't worry, we are now switching into the post canon timeline, their romance will develop faster now.
Thanks, again, for all the love! <3

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The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》
Fanfiction◇~Where a man, whose fear of falling is so strong, he falls in love with someone that can fly.~◇ PartOne《00.01 - 00.09》¡ Pre-Canon PartTwo《00.10 - 00.21》¡ Canon PartThree《00.22 - ¿?》¡ Post-Canon