Lies and Empty Promises

different circumstances

A/N: words: 1705. i am alive, and have a strong desire to post the rest of these chapters. but i wont. maybe. idk. anyway, enjoy!

"I hate to break it to you, but you can't fight in a denim jacket." Sam teased, eying Bucky's get up. The older man rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Hate to break it to you, but yes I can. " Bucky retorted, and Sam wanted nothing more than to punch him.

"Do whatever you want, emo. I'm just saying." Sam revelled in the fact that Bucky made a face of confusion when Sam called him 'emo.'. " Listen, I don't why you're here, but if you're gonna stay here, at least pretend to be professional."

"You don't say?"

Sam stuck his tongue out at Bucky, and the other man rolled his time the second time in about 30 seconds. "The issue is," Bucky continued, "I don't have any tact gear." Sam raised an amused eyebrow at Bucky, who kept his cold stare on Sam.

"How unfortunate, I guess you will not be joining me." Sam thought this was reasonable behaviour for how Bucky treated him for months on end. And he could be less civil, he could rip Bucky a new one. But he's not going to. Because he's an overall good person. Instead of brooding in silence, Bucky got up, and started digging through Sam's duffle bag. The younger man rolled his eyes, heading over to talk to Torres for a minute.

When he got back, he saw Bucky standing over his duffle bag with a familiar jacket in his hands. Sam forgot he packed Bucky's jacket by mistake. The sly and snarky grin on Bucky's face was not helping the situation. "I've seen this before, but I can't place where." The taller man taunted, and Sam glared at him, only making Bucky grin wider.

"Didn't you pack my bags? Which, by the way, that note was real mature." Sam retorted, and Bucky's grin fell, replaced with a fed up frown. Now Sam was the one grinning. "Well, I did find on your side of the closet."

"We shared a closet, idiot."

Bucky slipped the jacket on wordlessly, and took a seat on one of the benches lining the jet walls. Sam rolled his eyes, and wanted to kick himself in the shins for staring at Bucky. It was a nice jacket. It was clearly a nice jacket. Sam took the seat opposite of him, feeling Bucky's eyes on him every stride.

As he sat down, he made eye contact with Bucky, and the brunette didn't look away. An unofficial staring contest started. Dear god.

"One minute till drop off, Sam."

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Bucky felt like he was falling. He was falling. He was holding onto the metal bar tight, he knew it was too tight by the way it slowly crushed under his grasp. He heard Sam voice. "That little girl kicked your ass!" Bucky couldn't really form a coherent comeback, as he felt like he was about to die, and he probably was about to die. So, he did the next best thing, and yelled incoherently at Sam. It got the point across. Unfortunately he could not revel in his fantastic communication skills for too long, because the metal fell with a loud crack. Bucky gasped softly, letting his metal arm fall and graze the road. He could barely process what was happening before he felt someone catch. Sam.

They tumble down the yellow field, and Bucky grips Sam tighter than he ever had. He thought he was falling. He was here. So was Sam. Jesus Christ, Sam. He almost got himself killed trying to save Bucky. This idiot.

They stopped tumbling, and Bucky found himself looking into Sam's chocolate brown eyes, and he almost forgot how to breathe. Well, a lot of things just happened to make breathing more difficult, but Jesus, Sam's eyes. He waited, and dreaded, for Sam to push him off, but Bucky had a snarky comment on his tongue. "Could've really used that shield." Bucky grumbled out, and he watched as Sam's face fell a bit more.