Avengers, Loki, and Bucky Preferences/Short Imagines [Wattys2017]

Sam Wilson #1

[Here it is! The first One-Shot. This has also been posted on my writing tumblr,  https://readandwriteaholic.tumblr.com/ ]

'It was all my fault. All my fault. If I had just been two seconds faster, or three inches closer, I coulda saved him.' Sam was standing before the grave of Riley, his partner during his time in the service. It had been four years since he had died, and not a day went by that Sam didn't think of him. He crouched in front of the grave, clasping his hands together on his knees.

"You really are a dumb-ass," he murmured, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Yeah, he sure was." A feminine voice startled Sam, causing to fall backwards. He looked up and saw a woman with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He pushed himself back up, then stood, brushing off the seat of his pants.

"Sam Wilson." He held out his hand for the woman to take, which she did, gingerly.

"[Y/N] Jameson. Riley's younger sister," she explained as she shook his hand. He nodded and took his hand back, then motioned over to the grave with his head.

"I was his partner during the-"

"I know. Riley wrote about you often, thought you were a riot." She smiled. When she smiled, Sam felt his heart skip a beat.

"Oh, he did? He did mention you a few times. He really missed you," he said softly, glancing back down at the grave. [Y/N] nodded somberly, then straightened her posture.

"Would you like to join me on my walk?" she asked, and Sam looked back up at her, taken aback.

"Really? We only just met."

"And friend of Riley's is a friend of mine. So come on."

The two left the cemetery together, pausing to look back at the grave as best as they could. When the exited the area, they walked down the street to a small coffee shop, one of the best in D.C. As they went in, one of the baristas recognized Sam instantly.

"Hey, Wilson! It's good to see you again. The usual?" Sam was asked, and he nodded, then turned to [Y/N].

"Oh, [Y/N]. what would you like?" he asked, and she shrugged.

"Just a hot chocolate."

"Want whipped cream with that?"

"Sure, why not?"

***

"So, wait, you've just met this girl, you hit it off, and now you're scared to see her again?" Natasha asked one afternoon at Avengers Tower. Her and Steve, Tony, Sam, Clint, and Rhodey were sitting around the table, watching the baseball game, Boston Red Sox versus the New York Yankees.

"And you want to question my love life?" Steve asked Nat, taking a sip of his beer after smirking at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes and focused on the T.V, groaning as it switched over to commercial.

"Wilson, if you like this girl, you shouldn't just let it die in a ball of flames," Tony interjected, grabbing a nacho and popping it into his mouth. Clint nodded his agreement and sipped his beer, then glanced over at Nat.

"It's not that easy. I feel like I've known her for so long, but I really haven't," he said softly, looking down at his shoes.

"Well, who is she? I mean, it can't be that bad," Tony asked, and Sam looked back up at him.

"She's my dead partner's little sister. It's that bad. I don't want her to think that I'm playing the 'dead brother' card, y'know?" He looked over at Steve, who coughed and turned red.