The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》

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You are not hard to love. You just asked the wrong person to try.

-emma grace

He let him go to do whatever Bucky wanted to do. He knew that was dangerous, just simply giving up. But he needed to respect the other man's choices. Instead, he used the day to help Sarah clean up the house he and Bucky were freeloading.

She wasn't surprised, but used him as a fucking mob, bringing his body to its limits.

He was cleaning up the windows when Sarah approached him.

"When you proposin'?" She asked, and Sam all but once forgot to grip the bucket. It clashed to the ground as Sam turned around to face his sister, who looked the least bit pleased with the mess on her floor.

"What? Who should I propose to?" He asked bewildered, and Sarah rose a beautiful shaped eyebrow.

"Ah, y'know. The guy who has been touring in your clothes and sleeping on my couch because you are here?"

"Bucky!?! We ain't even dating yet." He declared, feeling a blush rise across his cheeks.

"You gotta be kiddin'. Aj and Cass are callin' 'im Uncle Bucky! You better marry him soon, or I will." She added, triling one of her braids in her fingers.

"Stay away from him!" He threatened, already standing right in front of his despicable sister and wiggling his finger in her face.

"Why? He ain't yours."

"Yes, he is. He just doesn't know it yet." Sam grumbled, his bad mood rising.

"Aha! So you do wanna date him!" Sarah howled, laughing loudly.

"'Course I want to! Have ya seen 'em? Man is awesome! He is nice, handsome and has a heart of gold. Who wouldn't want to?" He mumbled, subconsciously smiling at the thought of this awesome man. Who was doing god knows what.

"Sooo... you love 'em?" Sarah asked, a mischevious glint in her eyes.

"Yes, Sarah! Yes, I do! So back the fuck off, he's mine!"

It was everywhere known that Sarah and Sam literally had the same taste in men, it was something that always stuck to the back of their heads. Sam had to admit, he always liked Sarah's husband, but he had been taken. And Sam left it at that. Now, Sarah had to respect that Sam had his eyes on someone. And that someone was so important to him, he would be ready to fight his sister, to catch hands for Bucky.

She only laughed as he chased her down the hall, both almost slipping and breaking their necks in the progress of slipping on the wet floor.

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Sam was going nuts.

It had been a month.

A whole month since he heard from the brunette, and yet, not one peep. Nothing but radio silence.

It was devastating, he thought they had built some kind of healthy dependency, yet the brunette was shutting him out once again. It hurt him, but he would swallow it.

Or so he thought. To swallow his panic was his mindset two weeks ago. To respect Bucky's decision was also two weeks ago.

Now, it was different.

He sought Bucky out, and bought a ticket to fly over to his apartment, only to find the lights were blindingly on. In every single room. He immediately thought something was wrong.

And he was so fucking right. Something inside of him set all his protective senses on fire, and he reached for the door to find it unlocked.

This was the Winter Soldier. The most paranoid man to ever walk on earth. And he left his door open?

Hell to the nah.

He bursted inside only to find no furniture besides a bed that was about as empty as Sam's bank account and the bathroom door wide open.

Slowly, he got closer to find Bucky inside of the bathtub, drenched, his hair sticking up in all directions. His lips were blue, his fingers and knees shaking. Those blue orbs were unfocused, he hadn't even notice Sam's presence.

"Baby! Oh, god, what are you doing!?!" Sam cried, reaching out and helping Bucky stand up. The man didn't even startle, nor did he object when Sam dried his hair with a towel.

He ran back into the living room and retreated a pair of sweatpants as well as a shirt and a fluffy blanket.

"Jamie, hey, listen, we need to get you out of those drenched clothes. Can you do that? Do you need help? Do you want help?"

Bucky's eyes weren't as unfocused, but his eyes were still icy blue and he was so pale, and, oh god, why did Sam leave him alone-

A sob ripped out of Bucky and he collapsed right against his chest.

"I did it! I did it! So why do I- why do I still feel so awful?"

He cried louder, drenching Sam in ice cold water and heart breaking tears.

"Oh, baby, I am so sorry...." Sam mumbled, holding him closer. But he really needed to warm the other up, so he asked once again for Bucky to change his clothes.

Shakily, he reached for his clothes and told Sam he could do it on his own.

But Sam didn't leave the room, stood in the door frame and waited for the okay to turn around again.

Once that was done, he grabbed the fluffy blanket and drapped it over the tall man, only to lead him onto the bed. To wrap him in more blankets.

"I'm no longer cold, Sam..."

"Sure! You're always cold, old man!"

"Stop mocking my age!"

"Why?"

Bucky groaned into his blankets, and threw his head back so Sam couldn't see his face, but it was already too late since he saw the little smile anyways.

"Okay, sorry. I'll stop mocking."

Sam broke the silence again, while hugging Bucky from behind.

"One question, though... Did you have a dinosaurs as pets on leashes?

"Sam!"

A/N: Aww, you guys! You think Bucky is okay again, thanks to Sam? Ha, then you're up for a surprise in the next chapter😝