𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

fallen- sam

Sam Wilson was stubborn, unimaginably so, it was one of his more infuriating characteristics, but it was also why you had very surprisingly fallen hopelessly in love with him.

You sighed, again, you were sure that Sam was keeping count of them by now. A knowing yet silent look was shared between him and Sam as you pasted a bright pink band-aid on Bucky's head, the now-present super soldier not daring to object to the notion as he too picked up on the tension in the room.

"What?" you breathed, looking over the long-haired man with an accidental glare, stuffing the rest of your first aid supplies back in your bag as he shrugged defensively, hands lifted in surrender as Sam snickered behind you, already expecting the similar though notably more terrifying look you gave him.

"Stop that," he mused and was far too quick to help you up from the ground, not missing the brief moment of hesitation you had when allowing him to do exactly that before stepping back. "I said stop," he repeated and you knew what he meant, he knew your act was getting old, anger wasn't truly anger more just annoyance with his stupidity. "Let's go," he was pointing at the open door, not taking any objections as he grabbed your hand to pull you along, careful yet stern, the Sam special. "What is your damage, sweetheart," the man demanded as if he had no idea.

"You," you deadpanned, hands now folded as you scorned at him. "You, Sam, idiotic, stubborn, reckless man, are my damage. What the hell were you thinking helping Steve? He decided to start a war and that's on him, not you. But no, you are a good lap dog; you just jump when he calls, and then I have to come to clean up your mess again."

"Now hold up," he scoffed, it was the type of scoff he reserved just for you and your attitude as he liked to call it even though you both knew it was just because you cared. "I didn't ask you to come here, in fact, I specifically told you not to come here because it was dangerous."

"Of course, I came here, that's the problem. I have to come to save your ass, every damn time."

"And why is that," the step he took towards you was painfully subtle, and the hand that took hold of your wrist to stop it from gesturing around was too, it was the touch that wasn't, it was scorching, accusatory.

"I can't have you die on me," you admitted, allowing his grip to soften, allowing his hand to slide down, his fingers to lace together with yours. "And you're hellbent on trying."

"I'm not, promise, it's the very last thing I'm trying to do," he defended and your frown dipped into a pout, his eyes softening as a delicate smile sifted into his lips. "I'll try to be more careful though if that keeps me from being on the other side of one of those glares of yours."

"Shut up," you sighed and your head fell to his chest, a soft slap to his bicep not derailing him from his mission.

"No, no, you really know how to lay into a man, damn," you were giggling, his own laugh picking up barely a second later as his other hand came up to squeeze your waist, both of you very content to stay like that for a while.