Marvel One-Shots

I'm Sure- Sam Wilson x Female!Reader

Information for Context: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Anyway, you're a friend of Sam's, and you're helping him and Bucky with the boat. Enjoy!

Female!Reader

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"What the..." you mumbled to yourself, squinting as the early morning light blinded you. The early beginnings of the neighborhood crept in through the cracked windows, along with a cool breeze. Your vision was fuzzy, however you knew you were on Sam's couch the moment you rubbed your heavy eyelids. You sat up, and the blanket that Sarah had probably thrown over you the night before fell from your shoulders. You looked around, and rubbed your eyes again with a quiet groan. It was early, and you did not want to be awake.

"Is she awake?"

You furrowed your brows and looked to your left. Sam's nephews, AJ and Cass, were peering around the corner with mischievous grins, staring at you on the couch. You waved sleepily, letting them know that you were in fact awake. Their eyes widened and they ran off, pushing each other and playfully insulting each other. Sarah walked between the two boys, "Hey, watch it," she scolded, turning the corner and smiling at you, she had a cup of coffee in each hand, "I brought you something," she said. 

Sarah crossed the living room and set your mug on the coffee table, sitting beside you once you had tucked your legs under yourself. You took the mug, "Thank you," you yawned, "your sons were watching me sleep."

Sarah shook her head, "I'm sorry about them," she sipped her steaming coffee, "they're crazy."

"No, they're fine," you shrugged, "I'm sorry that I crashed last night."

Sarah waved you off, "Now, don't you give me any of that crap," she playfully scolded, "you're always welcome here."

You smiled and took another sip of coffee, "Well, in that case," you batted your eyes, "may I borrow your shower?"

Sarah threw her head back in a laugh, her dark braids spilling onto the couch cushion behind her in doing so, "Go for it."

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Once you had washed up for the day and gotten dressed, you headed out into the Louisiana heat and humidity. It was tolerable, since it was still early in the day, but you still had your hair tied up to avoid overheating. You jumped onto the deck of the Wilson family boat, Paul & Darlene, and plucked up a stray wrench, flipping it in your hands as you approached Sam. 

"Morning Sam," you greeted, looking down to him crouched below the wheel of the boat, "need any help up here?"

"Yeah actually, I-" Sam stood and turned to you, pausing when he looked up to see you. Although he knew it might've come off the wrong way, Sam looked you up and down, taking in the sight of you in your overalls and white crop top, the way the sun made your skin glow mesmerized him.

"Earth to Sam," you waved a hand in his face, snapping him out of his trance, "you okay?"

He cleared his throat, "Yeah, uh-" he glanced to his hands, "I'm actually good over here, but," he looked over your shoulder and nodded out to the deck, "there's still some painting that needs to be done out here, and I would check on Bucky down below in the pipes."

"Aye, aye, Captain," you said, turning on your heel and giving Sam a two-finger salute.

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"Damn it!" Sam shouted, slamming his hand on the ship's wheel.

You looked over your shoulder at the sound of the impact, which was followed by Sam's wince. Double checking that you didn't have any bubbles in your paint job, you set the brush into a paint pain, and stood up from your spot. You walked over to Sam, but quickly increased your pace when you saw him holding his own hand.

"Sam, take a breath," you said, holding a hand out to him, "what's wrong?"

Sam shook his head and you dropped your hand, "The damn wheel won't budge."

"Have you had Bucky come get it?"

"He went inside to shower," Sam wiped sweat off his brow, "he's going back home after dinner."

"Okay," you sighed, placing your hands on your hips, "then....let me try."

Sam furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, "Are you sure? I don't want you getting-"

"If you say you don't want me to get hurt, I will kick your ass, Wilson," you interrupted, pointing to him, "I can handle myself, thank you."

Sam put his hands up in defense, stepping away from the wheel. You took his place and grabbed the wheel, and pulled to the right, your knuckles turning white due to your death grip. Nothing happened. So, you let go, shook your hands, and tried the same thing, but to the left. Before long, you managed to break it free...

....and you broke it off the boat. 

The momentum sent you stumbling backwards, "Sam!"

Sam quickly caught you, his arms hooked under yours and his knee bracing you for impact. Now breathless, you looked up with a sheepish smile, "I got it..." you held up the now-broken wheel.

Sam chuckled and shook his head, "Nothing that we can't fix," he set you upright and watched as you leaned the wheel against a wall, "you okay?"

You wiped your hands on your overalls with a shrug, "Yeah, I'm good."

An uncomfortable silence fell between you, and before you knew it, Sam sighed, stepped forward, and pinned you to the dashboard of the boat, a hand on either side of your waist. Out of pure instinct, you reached up to his chest to push him away, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so the moment your eyes met his.

You took a shaky breath, "Sam?"

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice barely there.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"Something I've wanted to do for a while now."

With that, Sam's lips crashed into yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, but also so passionate and heated. You sighed against Sam's lips and found your hand taking the nape of his neck, drawling him closer to you. You could taste the strawberry-flavored beer he had been nursing all day, and the scent of his cologne was pure heaven to you. Sam's hands found your waist, and he held you there even when you pulled away from the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, stepping back and shaking his head, "I shouldn't have-"

"Sam, you're fine," you interrupted, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back to you, "really," you pecked his lips once more, "you're fine."

"Yeah?" Sam nervously asked, taking your waist back into his grasp, "You sure?"

"Yes," you cupped his face and smiled, kissing him again, "I'm sure."

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1093 words for our first Sam story on here isn't too bad, I just wasn't entirely sure how to make it longer. Hope you enjoyed! Requests are open!