Lies and Empty Promises

fate

A/N: words: 1634. *yelling and screaming* hi. anyway, enjoy!

In hindsight, going outside on a particularly cold day with nothing but a hoodie, paired with getting little to no sleep, would inevitably lead to Sam getting a cold. That's why Sam is bundled in about 3 blankets, courtesy of Bucky, and why a mug filled to the rim with tea sits beside him on his bedside table, also courtesy of Bucky. "Buck, I'm fine, it's just a cold." Sam said, followed by a sneeze. Bucky made a face of yeah right and threw the tissue box at Sam. "Thanks." Sam said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Bucky snickered, and grabbed his jacket from the closet. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?" Sam questioned, siting up a bit more to grab the tea. "Groceries." Bucky answered casually, an innocent look on his face. Sam scoffed in offence.

"What happened to you mother henning me?"

"What? I thought you were fine, and it was just a cold." Bucky replied, a smirk on his face. Sam rolled his eyes, throwing the tissue box at Bucky in annoyance. "Go get your goddamn plums, Barnes. And throw that back." Sam added the lost part quietly, causing Bucky to laugh and toss the tissue box back to him. Sam grumbled something about being left alone and closed his eyes.

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Bucky walked back into the apartment about 20 minutes later to a sleeping Sam in the other room. The apartment wasn't big by any means, so he moved as quietly not to wake Sam up. Him being an ex assassin, it always works pretty well.

Once he finished putting away all the groceries, he made his way over to his bedroom, and passed their Home is where the heart is sign. Pressed onto the wooden sign are two sticky notes. One reads: Your heart is in your body but ok. Bucky was very proud of that. Sam was not, as he had stuck on one that said: Buck why?

Bucky loves the sign. He chuckled softly to himself as he entered the apartment. He leaned against the door frame, a small smile on his face. Sam looked so peaceful when he slept, which made sense, but he looked so relaxed, like the world didn't weigh on his shoulders. Even in their most carefree moment, Bucky had never seen Sam as calm as he is while he was sleeping. Sam's eyes fluttered open, immediately landing on Bucky.

"Hello." Bucky said softly. Sam rolled his eyes, a grin spreading over his lips. "You're staring again." Sam pointed out, his voice hoarse, and Bucky didn't look away. "It's not like you're a bad thing to stare at." Sam laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Yeah, alright." Bucky grinned at him, small laughs escaping his lips. "You just gonna stand there?" Sam asked pointedly, sniffling a bit. "What's the issue with it? You cold?"

"Yes."

Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Sam, you have three blankets-"

"Because of you." Sam interrupted in a pointed tone, even pointing a finger at Bucky to prove his point. Bucky laughed, tilting his head up. "True, true." Bucky raised his hands up defensively, and grabbed his sweater from the corner of the room and threw it at Sam. "I'll be in the kitchen making dinner if you want some." Bucky said as he walked out the door, and Sam knew that was more of a warning than an invitation. Sam pulled the sweater over his head and he pushed all the blankets off of him.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me to cook alone."

"It was a safety concern more than anything." Sam joked, followed by a cough. Bucky rolled his eyes a smile on his face all the while smiled at him as he scrolled through his phone sitting at the counter. "Where's the food?" Sam questioned slowly, eyes scanning the room. "Oh, yeah, we're not cooking. You're sick, and I probably could if you'd-"

"You could not-"

"So, I just ordered us take out. You're welcome." Bucky said, setting his phone down on the counter. Sam rolled his eyes, an exasperated sigh coming from his lips. Bucky chuckled as he made his way over to the couch. "Fine. But we're watching Friends-"