SamBucky one shots

I love you

A/N: words: 1058. Hi, I've been sitting on this idea for a while and this is not how I thought it would go but I really like it damn. Anyway, enjoy!  (and yes, 2 one shots in 2 hours. I dont know whats happening)

 Sam laid on Bucky's bare chest, listening to his beating heart. The small apartment was cold, but Bucky had invested in some cashmere blankets. Also, when Sam was wrapped in his arms, it wasn't too bad. It had been around 5 months since Sam started looking for Bucky on his own. He found him in the first two weeks. But the thing that broke Sam's heart was that, he didn't want to be found. He wanted to stay hidden, living his life like he once could, before the madness. And Sam couldn't be the one to take that away from him. But he didn't want to leave him, and Bucky didn't want him to leave. So, they stayed. Sam didn't tell Steve, and Bucky found some semblance of peace. It was never very platonic between them, there was something unspoken, a trust. A touch that lasted too long, a gaze that never actually left.

Bucky's fingers traced small circles on Sam's dark skin, feeling every bump, every scar. Sam sighed in contentment, a true peace, as the breeze came through the window. Sam had a question that was always at the back of his mind, but he never knew when to ask it. Now seemed like a good time. "What made you trust me?" Sam's voice cut through the silence like a knife, and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, really thinking about the question. He remembered the day Sam appeared at his door, not with a gun, not waiting to arrest him, but with a soft look in his eyes. He looked like he understood Bucky with only a look, he looked warm and inviting. "You were the first person who didn't try to kill me in 70 years." Bucky said honestly, and it took a minute for Sam to take in those words.

After 70 years of fighting, Bucky finally found a home in those chocolate eyes that shine brighter than the stars. In a smile that could light up a room, that made Bucky smile himself. "What made you trust me?" Bucky asked this time, and Sam bit his lip.

He sighed deeply. He remembered the day he met Bucky. As he watched the broken down door open slowly, he saw a shell of someone who used to laugh, be free. Hollow eyes the colour of the sea, now murky and gray. Not someone he needed to fix, just someone who needed someone. And at this point in Sam's life, he needed someone, too. It was a lot, being thrown back in, and without his wing man, he wasn't sure he could stay focused. But then, he found Bucky, someone who wanted peace, but peace never came. Someone who wanted to stay hidden, but could never truly hide. Then he realized maybe this was all he needed. Sam needed peace, Sam needed the safety and tranquility of being alone. Well, not completely alone, he had Bucky, and that was enough.

"I needed you, Jamie." Bucky still wasn't used to the new nickname, but it always made his heart flutter. He smiled, a true smile, a smile that has been seen a lot recently. "I need you, Jamie." Sam added, and Bucky pulled him closer, making Sam smile. They had been through a lot together, and now they have each other, a bond not easily broken.

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Sam woke up to Bucky shuffling in the kitchen, the smell of eggs filling the entire apartment. He smiled softly and stretched, making his way over to the taller man. "What are you doing?" Sam questioned, glancing around the kitchen. It wasn't exactly what Sam planned to wake up to this morning, that's for sure. "Good morning to you too, doll." Bucky replied snarkily, and Sam chuckled softly.

He rested his head on Bucky's right shoulder, watching him fail to flip an egg. Bucky cursed under his breath, and Sam laughed softly. "Do you mind?" Bucky muttered, and Sam laughed louder. That made Bucky crack a smile. "No, it's just, you're very cute." Bucky turned bright red at the words, and Sam snickered, pleased with the reaction he got.

Once Bucky successfully made eggs, and no he didn't need Sam's help, that would be like admitting defeat, they sat down on the couch, turning on whatever was on. "You think the avengers need you?" Bucky questioned as the news broadcast showed Nat and Clint fighting two generic looking bad guys. Sam snorted as he put his plate down on the table. "Hell no. And it's an us not a you. It's us or nothing, you down with that?" Sam asked, his head on Bucky's shoulder.

"Yeah, that works." Bucky answered after a few moments, and Sam could hear the slight smile in his voice as he said the words. Sam smiled, too. Smiled at his life. He'd never picture living in an apartment in Bucharest with an ex assassin who is now his boyfriend. And it's also the guy he learned about in history class. It was crazy, but crazy was Sam's world, everything in Sam's life was different, this was just the cherry on top.

Bucky secured an arm around Sam's shoulder, bringing him closer as they sat in the silence. Bucky looked down at the man in his arms. He loved him. Goddammit he loved him. It was scary, to say the least, but he loved him. "I, I love you, Sammy." Bucky whispered, so quiet he was worried Sam couldn't hear him.

Sam heard him. Sam smiled against Bucky's shoulder. "I love you too, B." Bucky smiled, wide, as the words left Sam's mouth. This was the first time they had said I love you to each other, but it certainly wasn't the last.

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Sam remembered this moment, as he laid on the cold, hard bench built into the jet. Steve and Nat were off doing god knows what, so Sam was left some time to think, to remember. They were a long way from Bucharest, a long way from peace, from the slightly burnt eggs Sam can still smell, from the damp air that filled the joyous apartment. Sam let tears fall. God, he missed him. He missed him a lot.

"I love you, B." Sam muttered, as he held a photo of him and Bucky they put in the apartment, and he held it close.