Sharing Pain《sambucky》

《funhouse》

The door of the Wilson residence cracks open, the floor aching under Sam's weight as he stumbles around the hall, ready to collapse on his bed and sleep for an eternity. But what he finds there is better than sleep, and he stops in his tracks.

Because, there, next to the kitchen table, cutting vegetables is the love of his life, Bucky Barnes, big smile showing off massive rows of teeth that apparently aren't his own as he laughs at something Sarah, who conveniently stands next to him, said something funny. 

Sam takes the scene in, and when Bucky finally looks up to meet those brown eyes, it's like he is physically hit with love.

Altogether Sam remembers meeting the Winter Soldier. He remembers starring at that horrible mask hiding big, plump lips and the cleft of his chin and those big, scruffy cheeks.

But what he remembers most from his two encounters with the Winter Soldier are the terrifying eyes.

They were numb, no emotion shown whatsoever, tense around the edges and hard, as if wanting to take you apart with just one glare. But the colour, oh, Sam will never forget eyes so free of emotion, they shut out colour, a milky grey mixed with some unhealthy white starring back at him.

So, now, back in the present, Sam can't help but laugh like a madman when Bucky looks up, and his eyes are just piercing, deep and dark shades of blue mixed with grey flecks and dots. He wants those eyes to never turn grey again.

He wants those eyes to stare into his and be caught off guard by the amount of love Sam has reserved for him.

"Long day?" Bucky asks and tilts his head to the side, a huge grin breaking out on his lips.
"Oh, tell me everything, Captain, my Captain!" He singsongs and Sam laughs alongside Sarah, but his is tense and forceful as he is caught off guard by Bucky calling Sam his.

But Bucky shakes his head.
"All you listen to is Marvin Gaye, jeez. Some poetry would do you good. Walt Whitman? Nothing? Sarah, please prove you are the smart Wilson here."

He turns around to facе his sister, and Sam wants to make all the noise in the world to make Bucky face his way again. But, alas, he stays put and waits patiently for those blue eyes he just seconds ago dreamed about to turn back to him. He loves Bucky and if he doesn't learn covering it up better, well, then Bucky might just be the last person in all of Louisianna to notice.

So, now, his sister and soulmate are discussing what common knowledge and just plain love for reading is, and Bucky defends all of his reading he did back in the forties as boredom and that he just did that to pass time.

But Bucky is fooling no one, he's been here three weeks by now, and all he's been doing is sleep, only to shake awake by a nightmare, go on amends, cook with Sarah, and read. Read, read, read.

He's read the Hunger Games by now, he read Harry Potter, Divergent, Game of fucking thrones, the Skullduggery books as well as Maze Runner all in three fucking weeks. This man ain't fooling no one, he's a bookworm by heart.

"Bucky, stop lying." Sarah reprimants and Bucky's face heats up in less than two seconds. He has a clear disadvantage to all the other people in this house, which is his cute alabaster skin that can't hide any form of blush.

"He is a hufflepuff, by the way!" AJ screams ad he scurries into the kitchen, his socked feet almost making him slip. But Bucky's reflexes prevent that as he affotlessly catches his elbow to hold him upright.

"So, we finally have all the houses!" He cheers and Bucky, the poor thing, turns the shade of a firetruck. AJ is right, as he himself is a Slytherin as well as Sam, with some Gryffindor tendencies, his younger brother is a Gryffindor, and his mom is a Raveclaw.

Bucky finishes the collection perfectly.

"Oh, sweet. A hufflepuff-baby!" Sarah cheers and coos at Bucky while stroking his cheeks. Bucky looks as if he is in physical pain with how much he is blushing.

He rolls his eyes in fake annoyance and opens the fridge in such a hurry, just to throw his face into it. What a cute dork. 

Sam shakes his head fondly and joins the older adults in his house to help cook dinner. Over the meal, they discuss whatever they did today and Sam tells them about what kind of wonders the law did to both Karli and Ophelia, all the while carefully watching Bucky's expression.

Who is intensely listening, but furrowing his brows, as if he doesn't believe it, but doesn't want to fight with Sam. Sam'll have to dig deeper tomorrow, but today, they are sitting shoulder to shoulder and just enjoying live and each other's presence.

Which is short cut as Bucky tells them he wants to return to Brooklyn in a week. Both Sam's and Sarah's eyes go wide, while both AJ and Cass start telling him how much they'll miss him and that he has to visit every weekend.

So, Sarah leaves them alone after dinner and let's them clean the table, and Sam wants to cry. He doesn't want Buck to leave. It's all so domestic and soft, and he wants to curl around Bucky and hug and love him.

He wants to finally be able to wrap him up in a blanket and pepper his face with cute little kisses. He wants to live with him, to wake up to his face on his side. He wants to do cheesy family holidays with him, and he wants to thrust into him as they make lov-

Sam needs some sleep, apparently.

Ironic, that when he does go to sleep, having parted ways with Bucky to let him sleep on the couch even though he wants him to share a bed, Sam falls asleep easily.

But it's hard to stay asleep as he feels pain in his left shoulderblade explode in two in the morning.