Love that Lasts Forever

perfect morning

A/N: words: 1905. okay so its gonna be happy for like a really long time- WHICH I GOTTA HATE BECAUSE I LIKE PAIN, so like bare with me. but yeah, its time to slay all day. anyway, enjoy!

"Hey, Buck, uh, check your phone." Sam called out from upstairs to Bucky, currently seated on the couch in their living room. It had been a few weeks since the Avengers first met up, and since then missions have been starting to pool in regularly. Bucky suspected that it was just a mission Sam was talking about, but it was much worse. He threw his head back against the arm of the couch, groaning.

It was, in fact, an invitation to some sort of event. "You have got to be kidding me." Bucky shouted, tossing his phone the other side of the couch. He could hear Sam laughing as he padded down the stairs.

"Get your best suit ready for Thursday at 6." Sam told him, making his way into the kitchen to grab a plum. It started off as a joke, but it slowly sneaked into their lives. It was nostalgic, somehow.

"Why?" Bucky whined, rolling his eyes.

"Because we're public figures and so on." Sam said, collapsing onto the couch beside Bucky. "You don't have to go, you know." His tone was softer, his head leaned back over the top cushion of the couch. He was looking at Bucky, even though Bucky was already staring.

"No, no, I'm going." Bucky told him. "We're in this together."

"Well, I just, I know event aren't really your scene, and-"

"Shut up, shut up right now." Bucky said, leaning forward to press a cold, vibranium finger to Sam's two lips. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Are you done?" Sam was muffled by the cool metal, that was swiftly taken off for Sam's sake. "Thank you for coming with me." Sam's tone was much gentler with those words.

"Meh, it's what I'm here."

"Captain Americas sidekick?"

"Captain Americas partner. Don't get it twisted." Sam grinned at Bucky.

"Fine, fine." Sam murmured, moving from one end to the couch over to where Bucky was, laying his head down against where the metal and flesh meet on his left side. "This is gonna be hell, you know."

"Meh, I feel like we're used to hellish things." Bucky commented, leaning his head forward to press a short kiss to the top of Sam's head. It should all go fine.

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"Where are you two goin'?" Sarah asked as she walked outside onto her front porch. She caught glimpse of Sam and Bucky on her porch, decked out in nice suits and gelled hair.

"Event."

"Hell." Bucky got a smack in the back of the head for that comment. Worth it. Sarah grinned, shaking her head.

"Why are you here, may I ask?" She continued, and watched as Sam's face fell from an exasperated smile to a frown.

"Well, the media is, you know, the media, and I just wanted to warn you that if questions come up about you and the boys, I can't stop it." Sam's voice was steady, yet small, but Sam felt smaller.

Sarah sighed before answering. "I know. If worst comes to worsts, I'll drive over there and give them hell."

"No you won't."

"She probably will, Samuel." Bucky added, a smirk etched on his face. Sarah laughed softly.

"Well, I'm outnumbered." Sam muttered. "Should we get going?" Sam had turned to face Bucky, who sighed.

"Unfortunately." And they were gone minutes later.

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"Do you have any doubts about the future of you carrying the shield, Captain Wilson? Given the mantle of Steve Rogers, must be hard to live up to that."