SamBucky one shots

worth it

A/N: words: 794. good morning :) i am exhausted :) slayyyyyyy. they make me very happy. anyway, enjoy!

 The sun was peaking through their curtains as Sam blinked the sleep away from his eyes. He attempted to start his day, reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand. He realized quite quickly that Bucky's arms were wrapped around his torso. Sam rolled his eyes fondly. "Buck." Sam murmured, his voice still drenched in sleep.

Bucky stirred, humming a response.

"I have to get up," Sam told him. Bucky made a disapproving noise, pulling him closer. Sam smiled. "Jamie." Sam drawled, attempting to turn in his husbands arms. Bucky settled his chin on Sam's shoulders blade.

"Stay."

"I have a routine to maintain, Buck."

"But you're warm." Bucky justified, getting even closer, if that was possible. Sam huffed out a laugh.

"I won't be long, B."

Bucky grumbled, Sam practically hearing the eyeroll from his husband, but he felt the two arms loosen around him. He rolled out of bed, making his way to their shared dresser and closet. "Hurry back, Sammy." Bucky told him, wincing as he opened his eyes. Sam smiled, turning to find Bucky looking at him, blocking the sun with his hand. His smile widen, walking over to press a small kiss to Bucky's temple.

"Always do, Buck, you can go back to sleep."

"The was my plan all along." Bucky slurred out, sleep heavy in his features. His smile was lazy, his eyes bleary, and his face still relaxed. Sam stared at his husband for a second too long, before getting ready for his morning run.

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The sun illuminated the sky in bright oranges and yellows, the water glistening with the colours. Sam's ragged breaths were the only sound to fill the air. He always loved running. He did track throughout school, and he's always kept that with him. It was a time to clear his head. He could feel like the world wasn't resting in his shoulders, like it wasn't cutting him apart piece by piece. Like he was just Sam Wilson. He had that feeling when he was in Sarah's kitchen, helping her make dinner. When he was with his nephews on the boat, telling stories of when he was their age. When he was in Bucky's arms, when he had Bucky there, he felt like nothing but Sam Wilson. A man who was nothing special, but held everything in his hand nonetheless. He had Bucky's heart in his hand, had Bucky's name laying across his chest, along with his own. He gave Bucky his last name.

And what Bucky gave him was immeasurable. It was precious, it was Sam's. It was a forever in a world where forever was destined to crumble. And Sam had expected that. He knew that, all too well. Because, really, he could fall for Bucky a thousand times, but he was only allowed to die for him once. Was that really fair? No, forever is always meant to crumble, but what you do with that lie of eternity, that is what makes it feel like a forever. An eternal flame that is determinded to burn.

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"Morning." Bucky greeted from the kitchen, a small smile spread across his features.

"Morning." Sam echoed, grabbing the cup of coffee Bucky held out for him. Bucky smiled a bit wider, shuffling closer to Sam.

"It was an hour." Bucky told him, draping his arms over the younger mans shoulders.

"It's always an hour." Sam justified, a lazy smile written on his features. The cup of coffee was placed gently on the counter beside them with a small click. "You're very impatient."

"Not my fault, I like having you around."

"I should hope so, we're married." Bucky rolled his eyes, sealing the statement with a soft kiss, and Sam felt that familiar feeling course through his body. Never a forever, only a wish. Never eternity, only a dream. A wish, and a dream, that belongs to the both of them, and only them.

"Whose idea was that?" Bucky mused as they broke the kiss.

"Whatever." Sam muttered, a lazy grin spreading over his features.

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Time moved slowly in their eyes, but fast as the world turned. And that was deemed okay. Life is only fleeting if you force it to be left behind. Love is only burning if you leave it to burn. But, life that became a river, not a current, was a life worth living. Love that became new-found sunlight as the new day rises, not something scarring, was a love worth feeling in your bones. Every part of this world had some part to be made worth it. And Sam had found it. In a life soaked in blood, and loss, Sam found something worth living for. Something worth loving, despite the possibility of it being taken away again and again.