Love that Lasts Forever

how it feels

A/N: words: 1912. heyyyyyyy. you guys have no idea. you really dont. this fic, AHHHHHH, you domt even know. anyway, enjoy!

"No."

"Are you kidding me?"

"What?"

"No?" Sam and Bucky had been to 4 apartments so far in the past week. Every single one, Bucky had said no, with no context as to why. Sam was unimpressed, to say the least. This one had a tiny yet functional kitchen, two well sized bedrooms (as they were still being incredibly stupid despite it being almost a month and a half since Bucky moved down to Delacroix), a bathroom, and a living room. Bucky was disappointed. Sam was aggravated.

"Look at the kitchen."

Sam stared at him, his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw clenched. He fully embodied being exasperated. "Bucky. We lived in a 3 by 2 kitchen for a year. This one is at least double the size, probably bigger."

"Ok, but did you see the balcony?"

"Oh my god, you are an idiot. You are an actual idiot." Sam said, walking away. He heard Bucky's laughter and running footsteps following him out the apartment.

"Look, I just... I don't like it." Bucky said simply. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright. But please, the next thing we see, don't say I don't like it because the wall doesn't look even."

"It didn't!"

"Oh my god!" Yeah, this was gonna fun.

~~~~~~~

The wheels of Sam's truck rolled over the dirt, turning onto a one way street, trees surrounding it. Bucky looked around, a bit confused. He turned back to Sam, who had a sentimental look on his face. It made Bucky smile softly. He realized he was staring when Sam raised an amused eyebrow.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Before Bucky could stop himself, he said, "It's a pretty view." His eyes widened in surprise at his own words, a tint of red spreading from his neck to his entire face, making his ears burn with embarrassment. Sam didn't look too well himself, his eyes wide with shock, and his smile not as sentimental as flustered.

"Uh, I, you know, the... trees." Everyone say hello to Bucky Barnes: walking dumpster fire. And his friend, or coworker, or partner, or whatever, Sam Wilson: a hot mess. They truly make a fantastic duo.

"I know." Sam assured, but then again, it may have just been confirmation that they were friends, or coworkers, or partners, or whatever, just not together. They weren't in love, they weren't boyfriends, they weren't the people they believed to be the loves of each others lives. Bucky didn't want to spend the rest of his life with the man beside him.

Except maybe he did. Maybe he really did. But was only slowly started to rebuild, slowly started to heal. Bucky thought that maybe he started to heal a bit more every time he saw Sam smile, but that could be nothing. Probably is nothing.

~~~~~~~

"You guys find a house yet?" Sarah asked as the 3 started dinner. The two men shook their heads, earning an amused chuckle from Sarah. "Maybe if you stopped arguing then-"

"The walls being level is not a good argument!" Sam interrupted his sister, not noticing her sigh as the argument picked up. Again.

"I would like a house built properly, thank you for much."

"Alright, HGTV fanboy, maybe call up the Property Brothers, see if they can give you a hand with the tilted wall."

"They would help, they'd be more help than you." Bucky retorted, ending the argument Sarah hadn't even tried to start.