Sambucky One Shots

┌ Storm ┘

Sam winced as the wind rattled the windows, and the rain poured against them. It was dark and dull in the living room. He couldn't be bothered to get up and turn on the light, so he remained in the darkness. He was staying with Sarah and the boys, but AJ and Cass were at school and Sarah was busy. So he was left by himself, to think. Sure, he could watch something, or do something, but he just sat there and thought about things. His mind automatically wandered to Bucky, but he tried to dismiss those thoughts. Sarah would tease him about his 'crush' on Bucky, but of course he would deny it. Bucky had made his decision, so there was no point wasting his time on feelings that wouldn't be returned. The wind whistled loudly and he couldn't help but pull the blanket around him tighter. It wasn't that he was cold exactly, he just felt the need for a blanket. It was comforting, an embrace for when he had no one there. He had just closed his eyes when a sharp knock on the door occurred. He jumped, a chill going down his spine. He hesitantly got up, making his way over to the front door. Looking out the window, it was really chucking it down. He slowly opened the door a tiny bit, the cold air coming in. To his surprise, there stood Bucky.

"Hi.." Said Bucky slowly. Sam froze. What was he doing here? He had left a couple of weeks ago, and Sam was sure he wasn't going to come back.

"Er.." Sam thought he probably shouldn't outright ask what he was doing there. It would be rude. Besides, it was pouring rain and Bucky was soaked. Sam opened the door wider and gestured for him to come in. Bucky shuffled into the house, and Sam quickly shut the door. The sound of the wind and rain became quieter, and it was the only sound in the almost silent room. Sam turned to Bucky, looking him up and down.

"I'll go get you a towel and some dry clothes." Said Sam, throwing his blanket onto the sofa and leaving the room. Bucky nodded, saying nothing. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Sam left to find him some clothes. The storm outside seemed to be getting worse, so he probably wouldn't be able to leave for a while. He didn't really know why he came here, it's just, he didn't have anywhere else to go. He wanted to be close to Sam, it killed him to be so far away from him. Sam came back after a moment and threw a towel at him. Bucky was caught of guard, and couldn't see a moment later as the towel landed on his head. Sam chuckled, putting the clothes on the coffee table. Bucky dried his face and hair.

"So," Began Sam, watching Bucky from his spot on the sofa.

"Why'd you come back?" He asked, his arms crossed. Bucky felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have come back, really. He had intruded in their home, and Sam let him in because he's a good person. A really good person. And Bucky loved him for that.

"Oh.." Bucky stammered, trying to think of a good reason that wasn't 'I'm completely in love with you and couldn't bare being away from you for a second longer'. He cringed.

"Er.. I was in the neighbourhood." He said after a moment's contemplation. Sam scoffed.

"Really?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. Bucky mentally cursed himself. Of course Sam wouldn't believe him, he knew him too well. He knew when he was lying.

"Um.." Bucky couldn't think of something else to say. He looked down, not able to meet Sam's eyes. His eyes were too hypnotising and beautiful, he was sure he would get lost and never be found again. He clutched onto the towel. Sam chuckled.

"It's fine, Buck." He said, his eyes not leaving Bucky. Bucky's heartbeat sped up and his cheeks flushed. He knew Sam was looking at him, but he couldn't meet his gaze. Damn it, Wilson. Stop being so damn gorgeous.