Sharing Pain《sambucky》

《Oh my god》

Ringing.

It rings.

He hears ringing, feels a vibration in his left shoulderblade, coming from under his pillow he had laid out on the floor the night before.

With bleary eyes he struggles into a sitting position, his dogtags clanging uncomfortably against each other on his chest, the white shirt he wears wrinkled, showing off the last remains of a half peaceful sleep, so one o the rare nights. 

He is soo gonna kill the person calling him.

Or not.

Because it is Sam.

Stupid Sammy with his goothy smlie and nice laugh. 

The one Bucky fell for before knowing they were destined to be. His goddamn soulmate, a man he won't ever deserve with his past life. Yet, they will be drawn to each other, may it be sexual, romantically, or through hatred.

At that, Bucky shudders, his mother's tearstreaked face entering his mind.

No. 

Fate will not decide shit for him. 

He will love Sam on his own accord or not at all.

"Hello?" he slurrs into his phone, pretending his traitorous heart is not beating a mile an hour.

"Thank fuck, old man! I thought you'd never take the call!" Sam sounds wayyy to happy for seven in the morning, and Bucky can practically see his wide, toothy smile, so he would so not fucking mind waking up to that voice every fucking day!

However, he has an image, a reputation to maintain, so instead he, in his most tired voice, fitting his literal age perfectly, says: "I'm gonna hang up on you, you shit! Wakin' me up for literally nothing, little fucker-"

"No! No, wait, stop, Bucky! Don't hang up, I was joking!" Even tough Sam tries to tell it off as a joke, Bucky can feel the tremor of panic lingering in Sam's voice, and guilt eats at his cold heart. 

So, they entered the 'Now-we-know-we-are-soulmates-but-now-it-is-uncomfortable-between-us' phase. Great!

"Geez, relax, Sammy. I ain't hangin' up. Just next time you call me, make sure I had coffee first." It's not really a lie, because Bucky sucks in the morning. He is irritaded beyond belief, likes to lash out and insult and throw things. He has always been like that. And Steve... 

Poor, frail, skinny Steve always had to put up with him, too.

Next time he visits him and Natasha, he'll hug the living shit out of them.

"Speaking of coffee..." Sam trails off, and Bucky is so relieved his soulmate doesn't sond as panicked as before. 

"Go to your window, please." 

Bucky's brows furrow, but he does as he is told, rolling out of his bed, nearing his window. in nothing but boxershorts and his wrinkled shirt, but it will have to do. 

Once he is there, he has to blink multiple times to realize that, yes, his soulmate is flying off the ground, wings spread behind his big shoulderblades as he grins, only to be on one eye level with Bucky, stupidly hanging out of his window, his jaw several apartments near the ground.

"Like what'chu see, baby?" Sam calls out to him, not realizing Bucky is about to piss himself laughing.

"What are you doing here!?!" he laughs out loud, only for Sam to hold up a bag from Starbugs, as well as two cups of coffee. 

"Wooing my soulmate, so he can fall in love with me without the influence of destiny." Is his answer and Bucky is so fucking touched by that, his hands shake as he makes a gesture so Sam understands, he can enter his apartment.

But Sam shakes his head no.

"I'm staying right here. Grab some sweatpants, sweetine, and come back to the window."

Raising an eyebrow in question, Bucky does turn around to follow the command, anyways.
Because, if there is one thing Bucky is and always will be, then it's an organized soldierboy.

Returning to his window he frowns at the absence of one pretty bird, so he leans closer, out into the world a bit, his muscle mass weighting his window frame down, making it creak softly under way too much pressure, but gets startled when a new noise from under him makes his head snap downward.

And there he is: Sam.

Flying at full speed towards him.

Before Bucky can protest, he gets ripped out of his own window apartment, left to cling to Sam and scream his head off as they fly through the sky in abnormal speed.
Bucky screeches from the lowest, guttural places in his chest when both his eyes close, cold air making goosebumps erupt on his skin.

Still screaming, he almost misses when Sam asks him to open his eyes.

Almost.

Timidly, he opens one eye to meet the dark brown of Sam's eyes, the ones he fell in love with in the first place, and Sam smiles gently at him.

"Turn around, James."

"Turn around for what!?! My fucking suicide!? I already dropped off such a height, and it wasn't fun! I repeat, not fucking fu-!" Sam rolls his eyes, but a smile adores his lips anyway, so he gently grabs Bucky by his shoulders and turns him around, careful not to easen his hold on the super soldier. Bucky tries his damned hardest not to let go of the others waist, but once he feels his body turn, he has no choice but to rotate himself, leaving his back pressed to Sam's chest.

He's about to scold Captain America for such reckless behaviour, and to cry because they ARE VERY FUCKING HIGH IN THE SKY, when he catches sight of his hometown from above.

The skyline is almost completely swallowed by the early morning sun, everything is orange and pink, and Bucky thinks Brooklyn never has been quieter than in this exact moment, embraced in his Sam's arms.

"Wow..." he gasps, air stuck in his throat because of the amazing few.

"Pretty..." he says, unable to stop himself.

'Pretty indeed', thinks Sam, but not once has he even looked up to the skyline in front of him. His gaze never left the man in his arms. He doubts it will today.

But both soulmates at least agree on one thing.

What a beautiful morning this is today...

A/N: alright party people, here I am with an update, y'all can stop crawling on ur knees now, thx😭😭😭😭  idk about next update, maybe in a week? But not as long as last time:) Will be fluff though, so at least this fic will no longer be full angst? Idkkkk