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The ex-assassin had been assigned on a mission with his good friend and partner Sam Wilson. They had to stop a major drug trafficking mafia. Just a normal mission like always.
"Buck, can you help me with these straps?"asked the Falcon. Bucky approached the man and helped him set up the straps of the parachute. Sam had recently injured his arm during a mission, with it affecting his ability to use it.
Maybe it was the horrible air conditioning in the jet or not, but Bucky felt very heated and sweaty. Just a few more inches and he would be basically grabbing that god damned ass of Sam's. He had never felt so perverted in his entire life.
Meanwhile Sam seemed calm to him.
He wasn't. In fact, he felt almost embarrassed. He felt jealous and angry. Why did he even injure his arm? How did it even happen? Why was Bucky helping him do something he could've done himself? Why are his hands so soft?
Oh no. Sam had feared this moment for a while now. Falling in love with someone who told him he had no interest in love at the moment? No way.
Sam understood well that James needed time to heal and be accustomed to this new time period. He had to keep his distance and be mindful of his friend. Because of past and failed relationships, he had learned to resist and set his boundaries.
"Done," Bucky muttered. Because of his almost pale skin, a pink blush was noticeable.
"Thanks, Buck," Sam answered.
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