Lies and Empty Promises

remember

A/N: words: 2012. god bless tswift. i love the idea of them listening to taylor swift so an entire chapter dedicated to that idea aha. enjoy!

Sam sat on the dock, looking up at the murky sky that hung over him, a small radio playing music Sam wasn't even paying attention to. The air smelt of rain and just cold, even though the breeze was a nice relief for the heat that surrounded him. Nightmares were now a nightly thing again, and he hated that they were about Bucky. He hated it. Because he didn't know. He never knew if it was okay. Because it wasn't. Nothing was okay right now. Sam's trying to balance everything on his shoulders, he hasn't had a moment to breathe, and he's exhausted. But everyone needs him. Sarah needs him, his nephews need him, his community needs him. He just needs to breathe. He needs someone, too, but that can wait. Maybe he already had someone.

Speaking of which:

It's been about a 2 week since Sam texted Bucky. Nothing. He knows Bucky read it, but he's got nothing. Since then, he's sent two more. He didn't want to look, as Sarah so lovingly put it, needy and desperate, so he sent the generic "I just want to make sure you're alright." and "text me back when you can."

He never gets a text back. And for some reason, whenever he sees his phone light up, he gets this small pang of hope that it's Bucky, but it never is. He shouldn't want to see Bucky, and he doesn't, not really. He just wants to know that he's okay. Then, they can go from there. But it's gonna take a long time for Sam to forgive Bucky. If Bucky ever finds it to apologize. God, if Bucky would just apologize all this could be over.

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Bucky sat in his cold, empty apartment, still shaking from his most recent nightmare. He jolted awake from his nightmare about 30 minutes ago, and he just couldn't shake it. The only light in the room was the radio that sat on the table beside him, casting a blue light over the floor and a part of his face.

"Mr Perfect face. Mr here to stay. Mr looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away"

Bucky sucked in breath and shuts his eyes, trying so hard to keep his mind from falling down into a memory he doesn't need right now.

"Buck, these are the songs teenagers listen to while going through a break up, I hope you know that." Sam said snarkily when Bucky walked into their small Bucharest apartment one day holding a Taylor Swift vinyl. "The fact you think you can change my mind about her worries me, Sammy. And besides, you bought by some, remember" Bucky set the vinyl into place on the record player and moved towards Sam, who was sitting on the couch. "Dance."

"No."

Bucky gaped at him, and grabbed his hand anyway, pulling the shorter man up from the couch. Bucky grinned as Sam made a noise of protest, but he never let go of Bucky's hand. "I hate you." Sam muttered as Mr. Perfectly Fine started. "Hm, I know." Bucky said with a cheeky grin, spinning Sam around abruptly, the song not even matching the pace they were dancing at.

Sam, despite his complaints, laughed loudly as Bucky spun him around. Bucky grinned, laughing too. As Sam met his eye, Bucky raised an eyebrow, a grin still on his face. "I thought this was the song that teenagers listen to while going through a break up?" Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

"You are quite the heartbreaker."

Bucky's eyes went wide for a second, thrown off by Sam's comment. He promptly decided to ignore the blush that spread across his face and shook his head. "If anyone here's a heartbreaker, it's you, doll." Bucky said, and watched as Sam looked like his heart just paused.