Love that Lasts Forever

in love

A/N: words: 3371. HEYYYYY OMG I AM ALIVEEEEEEE. the great dissaperance of the biggest sambucky shipper happens like 6 times a year. anywho. i finished writing this fanfiction. and. ha ha ha ha. yall are screwed. anyway, enjoy!

They hadn't talked about it again. October was almost over, their honeymoon a month ago now, and they hadn't talked about it. Sam told himself he'd talk to Bucky, try to formulate some sort of plan, but something had always popped up. Missions, conferences, galas, anything under the sun. This time wasn't any different. They had been sitting at the kitchen table 5 hours ago, and Sam was gonna ask, breach the topic, but his phone started to ring, and that was that. They were stationed in some old HYDRA base dug into a hole, somewhere in South America, Yelena, Torres, and Kate by their sides.

With a cracking ceiling and a caved in entrance way. It was a dead end, anyway, but the 14 hours spent waiting for a rescue team wasn't a picnic by any means. The misery didn't end there, unfortunately. They had to brief Monica and any other higher ups alone, as they were in the meat of the information when the ceiling came crashing down, so that took all day. Not to mention their medical team fussing over a possible concussion on Sam's part, who took a piece of a cement to the head, and a fractured wrist on Bucky's part. Overall, not a great day. It was around 11 pm when Sam was told everything was fine, and he could leave, and Sam made a beeline to Bucky's room, that was thankfully empty of doctors.

The door creaked as it opened, the sound vibrating in the room as Sam stepped in. "Hey." Sam greeted, moving towards the chair near the bed.

"Hi." Bucky croaked out, telling Sam he had been sleeping before he got there. "You okay?"

"Yeah, m'fine."

"A concussion doesn't sound fine, Sammy." Bucky muttered. "This thing will heal over night." He added, gesturing to his wrist.

"They said I could go home." Sam told him.

"So, go home, I'll be out in the morning." Bucky urged. Sam shook his head.

"Why would I do that?" Sam asked, a smile creeping up his lips. Bucky rolled his eyes. "Can't get rid of me that easy, Jamie. I'm gettin' us coffee." Sam said, pressing his lips to Bucky's hairline as he rose.

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The ride home the next morning was silent, Bucky dozing off against the window, Sam fumbling with the radio every few hours. Alpine scurried to the door upon their return, investigating the cast on Bucky's wrist, which would be a complaint that echoed in their house more times than Sam wanted.

"I know, I have this stupid cast that does shit for my wrist, I know." Bucky cooed at the cat, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure she hates you, Buck." Sam said, stretching out on the couch. Bucky scowled, shaking his head.

"Nonsense." Bucky muttered, cradling the cat in his arms as he made his way into the living room, slinking down to the floor, resting on the arm of the couch. "She adores me, she tolerates you." Bucky added, causing Sam to scoff.

"You manhandle her."

"I do not!"

"Uh huh, sure." Sam hummed, a fond smile creeping up his lips as Bucky huffed, the ball of white fur scratching at his arm. The world was silent, and Sam could ask. Could ask Bucky how to build the future he wanted on Louisiana soil. If his phone didn't ring, that is.

"Do they know we just got back?" Bucky said. Sam grimaced.

"'Parently not." Sam muttered, grabbing his phone from his pocket. After a few uh huh's, of course's and absolutely's, Sam hung up the phone, then proceeded to throw said phone across the couch.