SamBucky Oneshots

Vormir

Deafening silence surrounded both of them, the moment in itself - alarming, in a way. Bucky slightly tilted his head to face Sam, emotions surging from the diamond-like blues. He was unaware of any dangers lying ahead of wherever they were heading to; his mind still grasping its string of thoughts around the plan of how to save Sam if anything happens.
Those luminous brown eyes always radiating solace; Bucky wanted to drown in that comfort. For once, be drowned in something that was anything but his dark thoughts. 
Yes, his thoughts were selfish at the moment, but if anything, all he wanted at that moment was to turn the ship around and fly back to earth; do random missions with Sam and hear his angelic laugh. 

"Gears turning."
"Shut up,"

Sam smiled mockingly as he gazed ahead into the vast void of endless possibilities; while feeling Bucky's glare on his face. 

"What if we don't return?" Bucky stated the obvious thought. Silence lingered between the boys; Sam pondering the question while Bucky scowling at himself for being so negative. 
"We will," Sam said, shooting a reassurance smile to Bucky, who smiled back halfheartedly. 
Yep, everything's going to be fine, they'll both return back to their shared apartment in New York, Bucky might get the chance to visit Sam's sister who'll be back when the stones are collected....Bucky might even share his feelings with Sam. Everything will be great.

"You know....for some grumpy senior citizen from the 40s, you've been an extremely good friend to a dumbass like me." Sam chuckled to ease the uncomfortable situation. 

You're my everything, Bucky wanted to say but couldn't pluck up enough courage. "Dumbass." He murmured instead, his words laced with affection Sam would've understood if he had something better than half-a-functioning-brain cell. 

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Strange purple-s illuminated the borders of that planet, the horizon having a periwinkle colour while the sky being raisin purple. Under normal circumstances, Sam would've enjoyed the moment - soft breeze hitting his face, the dirt under his feet diffusing a glacial feeling, and Bucky by his side - everything was perfect, except for the fact that they didn't know what lay ahead of them. Several possibilities were already considered by him, mostly all of them included saving Bucky and him dying....he really, really wanted Bucky to stay alive. A promise was made by him, to his very close friend, and now that he will be coming back in an hours time (give or take), he wanted to make sure that promise was kept. 

Viewing over at Bucky's face, Sam captured a weirdly familiar look, hidden behind those sheets of coldness in his eyes - the look of worry, somewhat laced with affection and anger. Sam wanted to reassure Bucky that everything was going to work out greatly, he really did, but he couldn't do so when he, himself was having doubts. He felt a strange melancholic churning in his stomach when Bucky looked over at his direction, smiling lightly. 

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"Welcome, James Buchanan Barnes, son of George - Samuel Thomas Wilson, son of Paul Wilson." A voice spoke. 

The boys whipped around, guns ready in their hands and both of them somehow trying to step before the other. Bucky looked agitated, more agitated, if said, as compared to Sam. 
Out of the shadows, came a dark - undead figure. Its feet were nothing but a mush of black darkness flowing together-ly; his body perfectly blending in with the darkness in the cliffs of Vormir. "You know us?" Sam questioned, which was, in a way stupid, since the person had just taken their names.
"It is my curse, to know whoever ventures here." The creepy voice hissed again, its face more than visible now. 
"Y-"
"RED SKULL!?"
Bucky exclaimed in distress, as well as fury.