SamBucky one shots

forever

A/N: words: 1045. i am a literal god. and this is really sweet. anyway, enjoy!

 The air was warm for 2:47 in the morning. Sam was swinging his legs over the water slowly, breathing in the feeling that was undoubtedly home. Undoubtedly the place he was raised. Where he had the first birthday he could remember. Where he met his first girlfriend. First boyfriend. The place he had his first heartbreak. Where he buried his TiTi, his ma, his pa, his brother in law. Where he felt pain and love and hope and family all at once. Where the only sound he heard was the crickets singing and the slosh of the water against the dock. Where everything was peaceful. Where Sam was just Sam. Where he didn't have to worry about why he was up at 2:47 in the morning.

He knew the way Bucky walked, the pattern. The way Bucky had become less and less of the stealthy trained assassin and more of the man who woke up begrudgingly each morning to make Sam pancakes. It was nice to know that the place that always let Sam be his true self had the same effect on Bucky. "Good morning." Bucky muttered, sitting down beside Sam on the dock.

"Morning." Sam murmured, letting his head fall on Bucky vibranium shoulder.

"Care to share why you're up at this unholy hour?" If Sam wanted to give a detailed explanation of what had happened in the nightmare, he would. If Sam just wanted to take Bucky's hand and squeeze it a few time, he would. If he wanted to do nothing at all, and just let them listen to the crickets sing and the water splash softly in the light breeze, he would. Tonight, however, he said three short words.

"Don't leave me."

And it was enough for Bucky to know. Bucky, somehow, always knew. "How about you?" Is what Sam added next.

"Well, when you wake up alone in the room you normally share with your boyfriend, it kinda sorta sends you into a small panic." Sam chuckled softly.

"Sorry about that."

"Meh, don't worry about it." Bucky said, shrugging. Sam could feel the other mans eyes on him. He knew what it felt like. Not being watched. Being admired, maybe. Being something someone ogled at, making Sam blush. But the familiar feeling of Bucky's eyes on him was something he'd never get bored of.

After minutes, maybe hours, of just being there together, Sam feels Bucky shift. He hears him clear his throat. "Hey, uh, Sam." Bucky muttered, tapping against the wooden dock with his fingertips.

"Yeah?"

"I've been meaning to ask you something." Bucky said. Sam moves his head off of Bucky's shoulder. Whatever it is, its clearly serious. "I, uh, I wanted to tell you that I just- I genuinely couldn't live without you." Oh god, Sam thinks, because oh god, is Bucky actually proposing? "I just know that- you- you're it. You've made me feel whole you've made me feel like I know what home should feel like." Bucky takes a deep breath.

"I just- you're - you're really my family. You're- you're the only one I've ever imagined anything with." Sam's heart must be beating a thousand beats a second. "So, to wrap up this ridiculous speech. Samuel Thomas Wilson, will you let be a permanent part of your family. Will you let me marry and make you my forever?" Completely unfair of Bucky to drop this on Sam at 3 am. Completely.

"Okay, this is a lot. Couldn't have picked a better time than three am, eh?"

"Alright, you gonna marry me or not, Wilson?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll marry you." Sam agreed, a smile he couldn't stop from spreading across his lips. Bucky was grinning back at him. A simple silver band appeared in Bucky's hand, and then, Bucky slides the silver piece onto Sam's rings finger. One more thing added to the list of what happened in this town. Sam got engaged here, too.

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Needless to say, it was quite amusing to tell Sarah. She broke a mug in surprise, but then went on to explain how she always knew this would happen. Sam thinks vaguely that Natasha and her would've gotten along well. Sarah does end up pulling them both into a bone crushing hug. Well deserved, Sam thought.

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"I do."

"I do, too." And that was it. Sam got married in this town, too.

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"We're married." Bucky muttered around 3 am the morning they got married, the crickets croaking out their songs. Both he and Sam were laying on the dock, both still in their suits, legs hanging above the water.

"I noticed, yeah." Bucky hit Sam in the forehead with the back of his palm, rolling his eyes. Sam grinned.

"Shut up, Wilson."

"Never, Wilson." Sam retorted, making Bucky's face flush, turning towards him.

"Okay, now you really gotta shut up." Bucky warned him as he pointed a finger in his face, laughter dancing in his voice. Sam was laughing, too.

"Hm, still no." Sam declared, his hand pillowing his head against the aged wood of the dock. Bucky scoffed, his eyes still glued on Sam. Sam had turned to look at him, smiling softly. It was just them, and it was perfect. It was everything Sam could've ever imagined, and everything he couldn't have.

"Oh, almost forgot." Bucky was fishing out the chains he wore around his neck. He sat up slowly, unclipping on of the tags from the chain. He held it out to Sam, who was looking at him like he had hung the entire galaxy. Every little star must've been Bucky. Because how else would Sam feel like this?

Sam took it from Bucky hands, grabbing his own tags looped around his neck. He fished off one of his own, replacing it with Bucky's. Once it was all dealt with, the sound of metal clanging together at a halt, it felt as if the final piece of the puzzle was fit in. They were as real as they'd ever be.

Sam fell in love a thousand times in this town, and he was only falling for man. Who made his life unbelievably real, and terrifying, and tolerable, and perfect. Finally someone who holds him through the darkest skies and the bright suns. Forever. A family.