SamBucky one shots

sugar

A/N: words: 1070. LOOKS WHOS ALIVE. IM BACKKKK. and its sam and anthonys birthday SO BIRTHDAY FIC YALLLL. i love them so they're gonna bake and be stupid . enjoy!

 When Sam woke up this morning, Bucky's side of the bed was vacant, causing Sam to raise an eyebrow. Bucky never woke up early, like ever. Sam pushed the blanket off and stumbled out the door, catching a whiff of something from down the hall.

Slowly, Sam walked into the kitchen, and had to bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. He leaned against the wall, and watched as Bucky Barnes tried, and failed, to make a cake. Sam didn't know what to make of this scene in front of him, but he was a bit concerned about the time that Bucky woke up.

"Ain't no mountain high enough, to keep me from getting to you."

Sam's small smile turned into a giant grin and looked on in amusement. He caught Bucky muttering the lyrics, and Jesus Christ Sam was in love. "Hey." Sam said casually when Bucky had turned to his general direction. Bucky looked up, and he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Sam laughed softly, and moved into the kitchen to stand beside Bucky, eyes passing over the mess that Bucky had created trying to make this cake.

"Morning." Bucky murmured, and it was clear that even if Bucky had been up long enough to start making a cake, he was still very tired. Sam set his head on Bucky's shoulder, causing the other man to chuckle softly. "Happy birthday."

"Hm, thank you." Sam hummed against Bucky shoulder. Sam looked on in amusement as Bucky struggled to make this cake. "Do you want some help?" Sam questioned, his tone amused and teasing. "I'm doing great, thank you very much." Bucky said defensively. Sam chuckled. "You sure?'

"Yes." Bucky said definitely.

Yeah, no, Bucky needed the help. "Buck-" Sam was laughing against the taller man's shoulder as he watched Bucky botch this cake. "What?" Bucky asked, his way too innocent. "That's- ok here." Sam placed his hands over Bucky's, helping him crack an egg. How could this man not crack an egg properly? "Where did your mad cooking skills go?"

"You genuinely think I of all people had cooking skills, and kept them throughout my entire life?" Bucky asked jokingly, and Sam chuckled. "Yeah, I guess that's fair."

They ended up spending the entire morning baking, paired with Bucky saying the words "Sam, it's your birthday, I can handle this." Sam listened to that once, and when he came back to the kitchen, a spatula was broken... somehow. So, Sam didn't leave the kitchen after that.

Somehow, the cake was in the oven, and the two men were resting on the couch, Sam's head placed on Bucky's chest, listening to the brunette's heartbeat. He couldn't help but think about how lucky he was. How he had everything he wanted, how even though he lost a lot, he got more than he ever thought he'd get. He had Bucky, and Bucky loved him. It was enough.

Beep, beep beep

With a sigh, they both stood up, trudging into the kitchen. "If this cake is burnt, I blame you." Bucky muttered to Sam as he grabbed the cake pan from the oven with his metal hand.

He looked up at Sam who was gaping at him. Bucky smirked, shaking his head. "Metal arm, Einstein." Bucky quipped, setting the cake down on the towel beside the oven. "Whatever, don't we have to make the frosting, or did you cheap out on that, too?" Sam asked, his eyes glued on the cake. It didn't look horrible, Sam will give him that, but it always could be better. The top looked a bit too dark, yet he had a feeling that it was a bit undercooked. "Yes, I'm making the frosting."

"We're making the frosting." Sam corrected him, which got him an eye roll. "Fine, fine." Bucky said dismissively, going to grab the ingredients for the frosting, include their stand mixer Sam insisted on getting. "I don't think someone of your age should be operating machinery like that."

"Samuel I will shove your face into this frosting when it's done."

"That's just an empty threat."

"Fine, the cake will do."

Sam laughed loudly, and Bucky couldn't help but grin. "C'mon, I'm hungry." Sam said with a clap of his hands. Bucky rolled his eyes, handing Sam the measuring cups.

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About 5 minutes later, the frosting was made, and Bucky was standing, staring at Sam with wide eyes and mouth ajar. Sam, on the other hand, was standing there laughing, with a hand over his mouth. "I-"

As Sam tried to apologize, frosting was thrown in his general direction. The sugary paste stuck onto Sam's forehead, and Sam gasped. "Oh, it's on, Barnes."

With speed that genuinely surprised Bucky, Sam flung a handful of frosting at him. It hit him square in the nose, and without missing a beat, Bucky grabbed a scoop of frosting and reached over to smear it over Sam's forehead.

"Hate to mess up your hair, prince charming."

"Don't you dare, Sam-"

It was too late. Sam had a handful of frosting in his hand, and ran his hand through Bucky's hair. Bucky stood there, shocked, and Sam was laughing, his hand that was relatively frosting free was covering his mouth. "You're mean." Bucky shouted after a few seconds, a laugh in his voice. Sam laughed a bit harder, but did not anticipate Bucky grabbing two handfuls of frosting and coating his entire face. "You're meaner."

Bucky laughed loudly. "What are you 4-"

Before he could get another word out, Sam grabbed a handful of frosting and launched it directly at Bucky's hairline. "Alright that's it." Bucky announced, shaking his head. He and Sam both grabbed a giant mound of frosting, throwing it at each other, and trying to get it in each others hair and on each others shirt. They were both laughing, and grinning. And swearing. A surprising amount of swearing, all things considered.

By the end of it, they were a mess of sugar and laughter, pressed up against each other and grinning widely, not even bothering to worry about the lacking amount of frosting for the cake.

"Happy birthday, sugar."

Sam grinned, standing up on his tiptoes. "Thank you, Buck." Sam pressed a short kiss to Bucky's mouth. It was sweet, from the frosting or from the warmth that spread from Sam's heart, he didn't know. He wanted to guess that it was both.