Love that Lasts Forever

i won

A/N: words: 2455. LOLLLLLLLLLLLL. LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL. hehehe. so guys. get ready. get ready guys. are you ready? okay. >:). anyway, enjoy!

Safe to say, that mission did nothing good for Sam's ribs. Or his wrist. After 7 mind-numbing hours in a hospital wait room, Bucky found out they could go home that night, just to be extra cautious. Bucky could tell by the look on Sam's face that he was dying to leave. The car ride home was quiet, neither of them having much to say. In theory, Bucky should've been mad. He should've been fuming because Sam put his life on the line without telling anyone. Bucky never got a warning, not Torres, not Yelena, not Lang, not Hope, nobody. With several broken ribs that could've killed Sam had they punctured anything.

But, somehow, Bucky couldn't be mad. He couldn't be mad, because he had same right here, right now. The most beautiful thing about the broken and the damaged is that, when they find something to love, they hold on tight, as they never know when it'll fall.

Because Bucky realized, as they drove back home with the sun in the horizon, how much he wanted to love Sam. Love Sam until he had no choice but to let himself fall into a darkness only known to the dreamers that passed by like a spark. Bucky had always known, in a sense, that Sam would be his forever. He had an idea of what he saw his life to be, and he couldn't imagine that story without Sam's name written in permanent ink.

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"You're an idiot!" Is what Sarah said upon seeing Sam's torso wrapped in bandages the following day. Bucky was, unfortunately, cooking in the other room, but Sam was sure he could hear his laughter.

"Thats what I said." Bucky added in a sing-song voice. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Its not that bad."

"You have 4 broken ribs!" She retorted, shoving her shoes off. "Okay first of all, who decorated this house?" She said, standing in the front hall.

"That would be me." Bucky responded, waving a spatula in the air.

"Yeah, keep your phone on, Barnes."

"Are you done?" Sam asked from the couch, an eyebrow raised. His sister just smirked, rolling her eyes. Sam could tell by the way she carried herself that something was off. She made her way to sit on the couch opposite of Sam.

"Can you walk?"

"Technically, yes. I'm not supposed to-" Sam admitted, causing Sarah to scoff. He couldn't do a lot of anything, without the help of Bucky, or crutches. "But listen, I'm not in pain. I'm gonna be fine."

"I looked it up-"

"Sar." Sam drew out the word. "I was cleared from the hospital, clearly, I'm fine." Sam heard a click from the direction of the kitchen. Bucky turned the stove off, making his way over to the two of them.

"Sarah, he's gonna be fine."

"Listen to him, he's the most irrational person I've ever met." Bucky flicked Sam's forehead, causing Sam to scoff. "Excuse me, I am injured."

"Oh, see now I thought it wasn't too bad." Sarah interjected.

"Alright, alright, you're all hilarious." He looked up at Bucky, who was currently standing behind the couch. "Can you, like, make sure you're not burning our house down?"

"Oh shit, yeah." Sam watched as Bucky padded over to the kitchen, a fond smile spread across his smile.

"Idiot."

"You love him."

"Unfortunately."

"I heard that!" Bucky shouted from the kitchen, but a smile was evident in his words.