Love that Lasts Forever

never knew

A/N: words: 1609. HEY GUYS. LOOK WHOS BACK. me :). and a new fic. slayyyyyyyy. so like, this gets better. i don't really like this first chapter, but like right now while I'm writing it, its getting better. so yeah SLAYYYYY. enjoy!

"So, Mr. Wilson, how do you think we should go about healing the losses caused by the young woman?" Apparently, Sam's first duty as Captain America was determining how much damage a child did to the world. A child who died in Sam's arms.

"What would you do if she were here?" Sam was fed up. God, Sam was fuming.

"Have her pay for everything she destroyed, what we lost."

"She was a child."

"Who killed 8 people, maybe more."

"And she was killed in cold blood."

"Agent Carter knew what she was doing."

"Agent Carter hadn't been pardoned."

"Right place, right time."

"That's a bit hypocritical." More than a bit, definitely. Sam wasn't one for mouthing off, but he was pissed.

"I think Captain Wilson is right." A voice said from one side of the table. The woman had golden brown skin, her eyes a deep brown. Her mouth was twisted in a slight smile, an understanding look. "Ms. Morganthau was just a child. I realize she should've had some consequences for what she has done. I have a close friend who's father sustained injuries from her bombing a few weeks back." Sam could feel guilt pool into his stomach. "But, that girl died paying doing what she thought was right. She paid for her mistakes with her life, which was not the sentence she deserved. She deserved a proper future. She deserved to see that she had won. Her movement won. Whether we like it or not."

"Thank you, councilwoman. Mr. Wilson, your thoughts?" This man was so angry it almost made Sam laugh.

Sam nodded. "I would agree with Ms. Alder. She was just a kid."

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson, for coming out to discuss this pressing mater. I think we've made our decision." Oh, Sam was gonna mock this man so much to Bucky when he got home.

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It had been 2 weeks since the cookout. 2 weeks since Bucky decided to stay. 2 weeks since they agreed to buy a house together. Platonically, with no connotations or mentions of what they were before, what they are now, and just how they feel about each other. Smart. Nothing has gotten done. Sam had just gotten back from a conference about the Flagsmashers. They still called her a terrorist. The cameras were gone. The bright lights of change were just for show. Because in the end of the day, the kid trying to do the right thing will always be painted as the villain. So, when Sam came home to Sarahs truck out of the driveway, he was relieved.

He didn't know Bucky was home.

He didn't know his nephews were home.

He didn't think he'd see Bucky being taught to draw by Cass, while AJ gave quite harsh critics. But he did. And he felt the weight of the world, of Karli, of the conference lift off his shoulders. He closed the front behind him quietly, and set his stuff down beside him. Bucky, his super hearing kicking in, looked up at him with a huge grin. "Hey." Bucky said, his voice full of genuine joy.

"Uncle Sam! We're showing Bucky our drawing techniques."

"No, I am, you are providing incredibly passive aggressive comments." Cass corrected his brother, who rolled his eyes. Sam chuckled softly, and realized that Bucky had gotten up from the table.

"How was the meeting?" Bucky questioned, his voice a bit softer and quieter.

Sam shrugged. He wasn't gonna get into it in front of his nephews. He wasn't about to ruin this. "I'll tell you later." Sam dismissed, and he would tell Bucky later. But, Bucky was giving him the this seems important look, and Sam knew he wasn't gonna let this go easily. "Just, please, leave it for a minute." Sam muttered, and glanced back at his two nephews bickering. They seemed pretty invested in their argument. Sam turned back to Bucky. Sam sighed, dragging Bucky out to the porch.