Sharing Pain《sambucky》

《don't》

Send a location and I'll be there.

Those words, those sweet innocent words his soulmate said to him, the last evening of his stay in Louisianna, had done, moved things inside of him, it makes him shudder thinking about that. Shudder thinking about the effect his soulmate has on him, Bucky has on him.

He knows, Bucky would always come and help saving the world, but the thought that he'd do that only because Sam tells him to, well, that is something entirely different. The complete and raw trust Bucky puts in him, to know that Sam will never, ever take advantage of the one thing Bucky lost over and over again, and has so much trouble giving, it just sets his soul on fire.

James Buchanan Barnes trusts Sam Wilson.

Enough to put himself in danger, because Sam asked for help.

It's just... amazing.

So, he does call Bucky up and they're both now in NY, waiting to stop the Flagsmashers.

But, looking back on it, he should have stayed quiet. He shouldn't have called.

Sam isn't dumb, he knows what kind of difference it makes fighting with a soldier or with a supernatural person. But, still, even though he knows, he really wished he hadn't.

He forgot how self sacrificing those idiots in the forties were.

Now, as he stares at his soulmate, a few feet up in the air above the man, he sees a knife stuck in his leg and comes just right to see a punch land on his beautiful face, he almost screams.

Why the fuck couldn't Bucky be more careful with his own life?

Tears make Sam's vision go blurry as the pain from the hit Bucky caught with his face registeres in his mind and he gasps out loud thanks to the pain in his thigh. He searches in their bond for more injuries, and, yes, this one armed idiot is fighting with a broken rib.

He's gonna kill his own soulmate for his recklessness. This fucker.

Another superhuman Flagsmashers approaches Bucky from behind, and Sam kicks him off the rooftop, landing behind Bucky, and his wings shrink back into his backpack.

"You got stabbed." He deadpanns and Bucky snorts.

"Not all of us have that ability to avoid confrontation by flying five miles and throwing frisbees at the enemy."

Bucky grunts as a Flagsmashers throws a mean punch right against His broken rib, and Sam wants to smack him up the head.

Bucky is ashamed of having put his soulmate through so much pain, but then greets the exact same pain as if it was a long lost friend!?!

The math ain't addin' up, hun.

Sam's last straw is when Bucky dodges a knife by grabbing the blade with his flesh hand.

Sam makes fast progress with his two flagsmashers, and goes to knock out the four Bucky has to deal with. He catches a glimpse of what Bucky wears to the fight and has to suppress a loud string of curses when he realizes the man only wears jeans and his proud leather jacket, minus a sleeve.

Sam is definitely gonna kill this man.

Once the other four are taken care of, he grabs his soulmate by the back of his jacket, turns him forcefully around, bends down to grab him under his knees and hauls him into a bridal carry.

Bucky is, surprisingly way lighter than Steve was, and the man in his arms gasps in surprise, and Sam can feel the fight or flight response kicking in, so he opens up his wings and takes off in the air.

Another sound that sounds like a whine full of displeasure escapes Bucky, and he tightens his grip on Sam's neck. The bond between the two starts to violently bubble with anxiety and fear and Sam feels bad. He leans closer to Bucky's face and whispers in his ear.

"Close your eyes. You don't have to see, but just know, I won't drop you.

Promise."

He tends to keep his promises.

Surprise is clear as day on Bucky's face, but he does as he's told, and his grip, only slightly, easens up.

Sam thinks about how easy Bucky is to read, but then he thinks about how Bucky was never intended to be a spy, so HYDRA never taught him how to mask his expressions, and that is most definitely the reason he had to wear this goddamn mask and goggles, and he thinks about how often Bucky sreamed behind it, how often his eyes begged for death, how often he bit his lips bloody with worry, how often he cried behind those goggles, because the seargent pushed forward, breaking through the programming but never able to do something, in fear of hurting his soulmate, in fear of hurting Sam, and he thinks about how sometimes he killed someone without the goggles masking his eyes, and he thinks of those blue eyes full of sorrow, pain and tears, begging his victims to understand, he had no choice-

Sam beggs his brain to shut up.

He focuses on the man in his arms, and thinks of the presence, and not the past. Because if he did think of the past, he'd only feel worse about having abandoned him.

Remains of pain and fear lingers in the bond, and Sam, without really thinking of it, presses an innocent kiss to Bucky's forehead.

The reaction is immediate, the man relaxes fully, but his eyes stay shut.

Sam can only hope, when the time comes and Bucky figures the truth out, and those two blue eyes are aimed at him, they stay friendly and not betrayed and hurt.

Sam can only hope.