Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Twenty-Six

*Sorry this chapter is so long, please bear with me!

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"And then-," Sam cut himself off with laughter, "And then he pushed him out of the plane! I swear, Riley screamed so loud; it was so hilarious!"

Bucky forced a smile, "I bet it was."

"It wasn't really. Sam makes things seem much more exciting than they actually were, right, love?" Riley turned to Sam.

"Yeah, overdramatic if you ask me," Bucky mumbled, questioning why he had come back. He hated to say it, but Sam was right. Riley had really just taken him out for a picnic, which had turned into a small bonfire.

"Not really. Oh! Do you remember-,"

Riley grabbed Sam's shoulder gently, gesturing to Bucky's gaze on the ground, "Wait, before you tell another story, would you mind grabbing some more firewood? Be careful not to mess up your suit."

Sam nodded, "Sure. I'll be right back."

Riley tapped his roasting stick on the ground, noticing how Bucky's leg bounced quickly and consistently, "You alright?"

"Fine." Bucky grumbled, "Just forgot why I'm here."

He had made his way back to Riley and Sam's dat- whatever the hell it was. He made it abundantly clear that he was there for Riley- not Sam. Sam could kiss his ass for all he cared.

More to the point- Sam was right. Nothing had gone wrong. He seemed to be having a blast; Riley backed him up every time Bucky took a dig at him; and the only thing that would've made the night smoother, was if Bucky wasn't there.

"Yeah, I get," Riley sighed, "Sam does talk a lot."

"Yeah," Bucky breathed, before whispering under his breath so only he could hear, "Bastard."

Riley chuckled, "I appreciate it though. You helping even though you guys don't get along."

"Don't mention it," Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, "Like, ever. Seriously."

Bucky paused before continuing, "And not getting along is an understatement. I hate Sam, and he hates me."

"Huh. I suppose," Riley shrugged, blowing on his marshmallow.

"Plus, he never shuts up."

"Right." Riley laughed, "You know, I like you so much more than I thought I would...well, you're a little whiny, but tolerable. Nothing like Sam's talking."

Bucky scoffed, "Wow."

"No matter though. If things go to plan, then  Sam won't open his mouth again anytime soon," Riley replied nonchalantly, "Unless it's to do the only things he's good for."

Bucky's leg stilled, along with the rest of his body. Then, the area grew eerily quiet, "What?"

"You heard me perfectly, Barnes, you're a super soldier."

Bucky's fist clenched as he tried to resist his mind, ultimately failing when he reached over and grabbed Riley by the shirt, slamming him onto the ground and pressing his forearm against Riley's neck to prevent him from moving. Bucky raised his fist,

"No, you hear me, perfectly," he grit his teeth, "Sam will never, ever, be forced to do anything at your hand."

"You're disgusting," Bucky's fist collided with Riley's cheek,

"Pathetic," Bucky did it again.

"And I never want to lay eyes on you again, you good for nothing piece of shit," Bucky stood up, kicking the man once again for good measure.