Sambucky One Shots

┌ Wait for me ┘

Sam ran to Stephen Strange. He was panic-stricken, and he had to take a moment to catch his breath.
"Strange-" He panted, looking him in the eye.
"Hey, the big artiste!" Said Stephen, an air of sarcasm in his voice. Sam was confused, he sounded upset in some way.
"Ain't you working on your masterpiece?" Stephen said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Where's Bucky?" Sam asked, still looking around as though he might be there. Stephen scoffed.
"Wilson, what do you care? You'll find another muse somewhere." He said with a roll of his eyes, as if he couldn't believe Sam for asking such a thing.
"Where is he?" Urged Sam. He was getting really worried now.
"Why you wanna know?" Asked Stephen, crossing his arms. Sam was getting more annoyed with Stephen by the second. Didn't he know that he loved Bucky?
"Wherever he is, is where I'll go!" Said Sam. Stephen took those words in, an eyebrow raised. Then he spoke,
"And what if I said he's down below?"
"Down below?" Sam's heart sank.
"Down below." Nodded Stephen.
"Six feet under the ground below. He said, moving his hair out of his face. Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Bucky.. was..
"He called your name before he went, but.. I guess you weren't listening." Shrugged Stephen, he was obviously annoyed at Sam for not having paid enough attention to Bucky. 
"No.." Sam spoke, his voice quiet. A tear rolled down his cheek and hit the earth.
"So.." Said Stephen, watching Sam.
"Just how far would you go for him?" He pondered, and Sam stood upright.
"To the end of time." Said Sam.
"To the end of the earth."
"You got a ticket?" Asked Stephen, crossing his arms again. Sam looked to the ground.
"No.."
"Yeah," Chuckled Stephen.
"I didn't think so. Course there's another way but.. nah, I ain't supposed to say." Sam's gaze moved from the ground to Stephen. His eyes widened.
"Another way?" He asked, his heart pounding. Stephen nodded.
"Around the back. But that ain't easy walking, Jack." Stephen said, looking Sam up and down with a grave look on his face.
"It ain't for the.. sensitive of soul. So do you really wanna go?" Asked Stephen. Sam had to be absolutely sure. And he was.
"With all my heart." Said Sam, putting a hand on his chest as if to emphasise his words. Stephen raised his eyebrow.
"With all your heart?" He asked, and Sam gave a small nod. Stephen pondered this for a moment, seeing the determination and pain in Sam's eyes.
"Well.. that's a start."