Lies and Empty Promises

comfortable

A/N: words: 1629. im so proud of my updates god bless. anyway, im watching civil war and istg LOST AND FOUND IS CANON IDC. anyway, enjoy!

Falling. Falling. Falling. Sam didn't catch him. Falling. Falling. Falling. The air was cold, the snow was falling. His arm felt numb. He felt numb. Because he fell. And Sam didn't catch him. Sam wasn't there to swoop in. Sam was gone. What if Sam fell, too? What if, what if, what if?

Bucky snapped his eyes open, the darkness from the night sky pooling into the jet. He thought that maybe he was still in a nightmare when he heard thrashing and whimpering. But it didn't sound like him. Sam. It was Sam. He didn't know if he should go over and calm him down, or pretend to be asleep. But he couldn't ignore the pain on Sam's face.

He padded over to Sam, watching as Sam's eyes shut tighter and tighter, the tears rolling down his face. Hesitantly, Bucky slunk onto the ground beside Sam, loosely holding his hand. For a moment, the air was colder, it smelled of grime and a faint smell of the street through the window Bucky only picked up from his super senses. He pulled his knees up to his chin, one arm dragged across them loosely. And everything was quiet. It was so quiet, it was so comfortable, and it was perfect.

Bucky felt Sam's hand grip his tighter, and Bucky turned to look at Sam, still sleeping, tears continuing to fall. Bucky wanted nothing more than to wipe his tears away, and bring Sam into his arms. But he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't. He leaned his head back, a tight grip still on Sam's hand.

A small gasp came from the other mans lips, and Bucky turned his head slowly. It looked like it took Sam a few moments to register what was going on, and he did, the grip on Bucky's hand became loose, and he sat up a bit. "I'm sorry I woke you up." Sam murmured, not breaking eye contact with Bucky. Bucky shook his head, letting the smallest of smiles slipping onto his lips.

"I was already up, don't worry." Bucky hesitated before adding, "I'm a light sleeper anyway, remember." Sam offered him a soft smile, and everything seemed okay. Somehow. Even if that was the furthest from the truth. They kept eye contact, a silent understanding. When Bucky made to move, Sam squeezed his hand. A wordless stay. The entire interaction felt surreal, like a dream. Sam smiled at him, lied back down, shutting his eyes.

Bucky smiled softly, and leaned his head back. Once he heard even breaths and Sam chest's rose and fell softly, Bucky brought their intertwined hands up to his lips. "G'night Sam."

What Bucky did not predict was Sam still being awake. Thankfully, Sam was too out of it and drained to even register what just happened in full.

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He would, however, notice when he woke up. Because when he woke up, he found Bucky's head pressed against his leg, and Bucky's lips ghosting over his calloused knuckles. That's when Sam's breath quickens by more than a bit, and that's when he realized he was trapped and could not get up. What a morning, sweet Christ.

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It had been about 12 hours since Sam woke up, and everything's already went to hell. More than it already has. They were on Zemo's private plane, which is something Sam never predicted. Ever. Bucky, the genius he is, has decided to join forces with this psychopath. Without telling Sam. Because of course. Why would he consult Sam on having a criminal join them on their little adventure. Which, by the way, isn't even Bucky's mission. Sam wasn't having any of it, and it was only getting worse.

Bucky and him stood in a cramped hallway, out of ear shot from Zemo. "You sure we can trust him?" Sam questioned, and he could see the conflict on Bucky's face. "He's the only chance we got, and I don't wanna risk it." Bucky retorted, and Sam shook his head. "Risking it? Bucky, he's the definition of risking it."