Love that Lasts Forever

home, again

A/N: words: 2654. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE. anyway, enjoy!

"Bucky, the couch is fine where it is." Sam said from the kitchen, watching as Bucky switched the couch around for the fourth that month. Ever since they finished the renovation, Bucky was still determined to re-organize everything.

"The renovation isn't done till I say it's done."

"Buck, it's been done for a month, put the damn couch down." Sam pleaded, laughter seeping into his tone. Bucky sighed, setting the couch back where it was. The younger man smiled as the super soldier made his way over to where Sam was in the kitchen, making lunch.

"Fury call you yet?" Bucky asked, trying to a sneak a taste of whatever Sam had in the pot. Sam swatted his hand away with a spatula, causing Bucky to roll his eyes.

"No, he hasn't. He call you?"

"Why would he call me?" Bucky questioned, leaning against the counter. Sam's eyebrow knit together, looking up at Bucky.

"Because we're a team...?"

"Sam, you're Captain America, you're the poster boy of this team. And besides, I did try to kill the guy."

"You ripped my steering wheel outta my car, and we live together now. Actually, we lived together mere months after a got steering wheel-less car, so I'm sure he can suck it up." Sam joked, causing Bucky to chuckle softly. They talked about Bucharest all the time. But always danced around how they loved each other. It was an unspoken rule, a rule they both knew to follow.

"Point is, I think he'd call you before he called me." Bucky said, leaning his head against the cabinet. Sam shook his head, turning back to the soup he was making. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, until Sam's phone started to ring.

"Watch my soup. Don't eat it." Sam instructed. Bucky raised his hands in defence, turning to stir the soup in the pot.

Sam walked over to the counter, picking up his phone, swiping to answer. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Monica Rambeau of SWORD. This is Sam Wilson, yeah?" A woman's voice was on the other end of the line.

"It is. And, if I can ask, what is SWORD?" Sam hoped he didn't sound too clueless.

"SWORD is a lot like SHIELD was. My mother was head of creating it, and now that she has passed, I've taken the mantle of director. We've already contacted some of your fellow avengers, Bruce Banner, Carol Danvers, Clint Barton, whos apparently retired, Stephen Strange. Yelena Belova, someone who was raised with Natasha Romanoff, has also been contacted. Scott Lang and Hope Van Dyne, as well. You guys need less friends." Sam chuckled at the last bit, and skimmed the names listed. He knew all of 4 of those names. Only two did he know personally. The way Monica said Carol Danvers name made Sam a bit curious, and suspicious.

"Believe me, we do." Sam skimmed the name again, and realized she was missing. Wanda. "Um, have you been in contact with Wanda Maximoff?" Sam asked, and felt his heart beat a bit faster as Monica sighed. A long, almost mournful sigh.

"We have, she's uh, she's put herself in exile. After everything happened with Thanos, she was hurting, a lot. I'm afraid that's all I can say." Monica sounded like she knew a lot about Wanda, more than Sam thought she would. He couldn't believe Sam let her lose contact. That she couldn't even try to reach it. Sam snapped himself from his thoughts. He couldn't dwell on this right now.

"Thank you, for telling me. Is there anyone else you were planning on contacting?"

"I'm glad you bring that up, actually. We all know that you and Mr. James Barnes have worked closely over the past few months," Sam did not like how knowing she sounded. Dammit, Barton. "We were wondering if he would be joining you as well?" Sam smiled, turning to Bucky's direction.