|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

Heated Arguments (complete)

"I really wish you were never born."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, my life would probably be less shitty if you weren't yapping twenty-four-fucking-seven!"

Sam doesn't notice he's crying until a stray tear rolls down onto his lip. It tasted salty and was warm. He doesn't usually cry, he's usually happy. So when he does cry, he's hurt. Extremely hurt and Bucky is just adding onto this. Pouring salt onto the wound.

"Do you really find me annoying?" He asks softly, sniffling. There was a flash of fear on Bucky's face but it was gone as fast as it came. "Yes. You annoy me to no fucking end, I don't know why Steve gave you that shield. You are the exact opposite of what the stupid hunk of metal represents."

Ow.

That hit deeper than before. It's not the first time he has heard the insult bit to hear it come from Bucky, somebody who he thought as something more than a friend. That's the last straw that tethering all  his emotions together.

Sam didn't know what he felt. He felt disappointed in himself. Of course, Bucky would say it too. It must be true then because what's so special about him? You think he doesn't know that?

Of course he fucking does, he never wanted the fucking shield in the first place, he just wanted to stay with his family, rekindle his relationship with the boys, help out with the boat and hopefully getting it working, he didn't choose to become the next Captain America.

Frankly because he's black. Like Isaiah said:

"No self respecting black man would carry the shield"

Sam could understand where he came from though, because he got tortured but Sam was naive, maybe they could change...

Clearly his was wrong.

"Wait... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

He didn't notice Bucky inching closer until both hands cup his face. As much as he wanted to lean in, Bucky hurt him. Besides, won't he annoy him? He pries himself away, giving a firm slap, relishing in the stunned look Bucky has plastered on his face.

"That hurt you son of a bitch." He mutters before walking up to his room, collected his wings and walked out, making sure to slam the door shut.

Bucky stood there, his eyes looking where Sam once stood, his right cheek stinging from the slap.

What a slap. Damn.

He clenched his jaw, his heart screaming for him to chase after Sam, and make sure he's okay but his mind tells him to stay put and besides, it's not like Sam would want to talk to him after those nasty things he said. He doesn't even know what got into him, he only meant to push Sam away, not hurt him in such a way that even has Bucky's heart aching. Because Sam doesn't deserve the hate, he already gets enough from society. 

Sam is an amazing Captain America, and he's a perfect partner, even if he doesn't shut up, but it's what makes Bucky adore him even more. He reminds him of Steve before the war, always so bubbly and happy, wanting to be better than who he is. Wanting to be a hero. Well, not only is Sam America's hero, he's Bucky's hero too. Not that he'd ever admit that aloud. Sam would never live it down but Sam is always checking on him, making sure he's okay and not leaving him alone when he tries to push him away. 

The love and affection Sam gives Bucky, is tooth rotting. It makes his heart feel full with love. It makes him feel loved. Appreciated. Sure, with Steve, praised him with the others, but Sam has his own special way of praising his work. Always making a joke even when one is injured.