SamBucky one shots

call in the morning

A/N: words: 704. YALL I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING i have this giant fanfic im working on but I FINISHED IT YAY i am also back in school which is taking up a lot of my time. i also wrote this at a hockey game so like yeah. and im so sorry if yall put in requests i am working on them its just been put on the back burner. anyway, enjoy!

Sam walked through the door with a groan. He felt stiff in his tux, and wanted nothing more than to relax and take a shower. He was met by 2 little arms wrap around his leg. Bucky padded down the hallway, and smiled at the scene in front of him.

"She missed you." Bucky said, leaning against the wall. Which made sense, considering he was gone for an entire week. Sam knelt down to pick his daughter up, her wide eyes staring up at him with a grin. Sam grinned back at her, bring her close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, tiny hands gripping the collar of his jacket.

"I missed you too." Bucky said softly, making his way towards his husband. Sam smiled at him, rubbing small circles on the little girls back.

"I missed you both. God, it was horrible." Sam muttered as Bucky wrapped an arm around Sams waist, resting his head on Sams other shoulder.

"Never leave again." Bucky mumbled, and Sam chuckled. Yeah, Sam doesn't want to leave again. The only thing he wanted was to stay in this moment. Stay home and watch his daughter grow up. She's already 4. Sam missed her first steps. Sam left Bucky alone with her for two weeks. It's a miracle she knows who he is.

"I don't wanna leave, believe me." Truth is, Sam had thought about it. He had talked to Joaquin. And the kid was so excited. He was so excited. He had never seen someone so adamant. He was the clear next choice.

"Maybe I don't have to." Bucky perked up at that, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Sam sighed, glancing at the quiet little girl in his arms, and then at Bucky. "I've been Cap for, what, 7 years? And I've missed so much. I don't wanna miss anything else. I mean, she's already four, Buck, I can't..."

Bucky nodded against Sams shoulder. "I don't want you to miss anything else either. God, Sam, I miss you so much. We miss you so much. If you wanna retire, take up gardening or something, I'm here. I promise you." Bucky paused before adding, "so, who'd take up the mantle?"

Sam smiled. "Torres. The kids a firecracker."

"He always reminded me of a mix between you and Steve."

"Oh so it's that why you only glared at him the first 6 months you knew him?" Sam questioned snarklily, and Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Well given the fact that I was trying to kill you the first time we met, I feel like he got pretty lucky."

Sam snorted softly. "Those are your standards? Attempted murder?"

A shushing that came from the four year old through them both off. "Riles?"

"I was trying to fall asleep, you know." The little girl grumbled, and Sam scoffed in faux offence.

"What, so the first time you see me in a week you fall asleep?" Sam questioned teasingly. Riley giggled softly, nodding her small head, curles bouncing.

"Well, what if we watched a movie?" She suggested innocently, moving her head to bat her small eyelashes at Sam. Bucky looked at him with a similar look, and Sam quickly realized he was outnumbered.

"Alright, alright, what are we watching?"

"Harry Potter!" Riley announced, a wide grin on her face. Sam and Bucky chuckled, and all three of them made their way to the couch.

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"Daddy?" Riley asked quietly, tugging at the sweatshirt Sam had changed into right before they started the movie.

"Yeah, babygirl?"

"Are you really gonna stay home? Like, forever?"

Sam stifled a gasp, his heart shattered just a bit. He glanced at Bucky, seeing the same expression, the same feeling on his face. He turned back to his daughter, looking at him with big, brown, expectant eyes. "Yeah sweetheart, yeah I am."

A wide grin spread across her lips, and she leaned closer to Sam, her arms wrapping around his torso tightly. "Yayyyyy!" It was muffled, but both Sam and Bucky could make it out clearly.

Bucky leaned his head on Sams shoulder, wrapping an arm around his husband and his daughter.

"You gonna call Torres?"

"I'll do it in the morning."