SamBucky Oneshots

Drunk

The bittersweet smell of alcohol danced across the bar, and the clamoring of glasses and screaming of teenagers wasn't helping Steve's case.

"He's just so..." Bucky made an incoherent noise at the back of his throat, gesturing wildly with his hands. The gesturing kept on going for a solid minute before Steve clasped his hand and dragged it down. "Getting me point? Steve?" Bucky slurred while downing another drink and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mm, yeah," Steve rolled his eyes and resisted dragging Bucky out of the goddamned place right then.
Bucky made another incomprehensible noise and flushed a deep shade of red. Steve almost wanted to beg that man to tell him who he was talking about, considering sober Bucky would never. And yet even this Bucky was sensible enough to not let the name slip.

Just then, his phone rang with the noise of several ducks clucking (he made a mental note to talk to Peter about it) and checked the caller ID.
"Buck, Sam's calling, it's late-"

"See! That's ma point!" Bucky roared and chuckled, turning red once again.

"Uh...yeah," Steve nodded along and picked up the call.

"Steve it's twelve-thirty," Sam snapped without any greeting.
"Hello to you too," Steve sighed in exasperation.
"Honestly, where are you and Bucky? And why are you sounding like someone swore in your presence?"
"Hear for yourself," Steve stuck the phone to Bucky's ear and sighed again.

"Sam! That's what I'm talking about," Steve heard Bucky growl.
"Ah home, home's boring. There's no Sam at home."
At that Steve raised an eyebrow and suppressed a surprised gasp.
"Seriously? That's a rid-ricy - stupid question. Sam's so...." Bucky screwed his eyes shut again, probably looking for words easier to pronounce. "So so good-y shaped."

Steve barked a laugh and barely managed to supress it at the sight of Bucky's glaring.
"Like like so-so - so good. Like a good kiss shaped," Bucky argued relentlessly as Steve watched in stunned silence.

Did Bucky knew he was talking to Sam? Probably not.

"Yes - yesss!" Bucky slurred and almost dropped his head on his drink, which was yet to be downed by him.
Regardless of what people say, supersoldiers can get drunk, if they've had enough. And clearly, Bucky was high off his head.

Suddenly, Bucky narrowed his eyes, looking a bit sobered up, "you sound like Sam," He said matter-of-factly. Steve again managed to hide his grin behind the collar of his shirt.

"But Sam's so...gor-jer - nice!"

"RIGHT BUCKY I THINK WE SHOULD GO!" Steve decided to step in and snatched away the phone which was now in Bucky's grip. At some point, he had taken it from Steve's hand and clasped it tightly, as if it would disappear if he let go.

Steve decided to not answer any questions Sam might have and cut the call, pocketing his phone and dragging Bucky out of his godforsaken place.

I'm running out of ideas, if you have any then please share. I'm not good at this.