Maybe We're Just Meant to Be

Totally Over It

Things went on like this for the next few weeks. Steve and Bucky would barely even notice each other, nevermind talk about the fight. Sam kept trying to convince Bucky that he should try to fix it but Bucky was adamant that Steve was the one that needed to apologize.

While things between them were rough, Bucky and Sam's relationship was never better. They slept together almost every night and managed to have sex at least three times a week. Sometimes more if Steve went to visit Tony, which was almost every weekend thanks to Sam's encouragement. It looked like their relationship was pretty stable too.

Sam and Bucky were laying in Sam's bed one night. Sam was reading, with all of Bucky'a interruptions you could hardly call it that, and Bucky was laying sideways with his head in Sam's lap, thinking out loud as he often did.

"I was gonna tell him about us," he admitted out of nowhere.

Sam looked down from his book, staring at Bucky. He took Bucky's hand in his own and told him, "I figured as much. I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to."

Bucky frowned. "It's fine. I mean it's not like I even care if he knows at this point," he murmured, moving to sit next to Sam in his usually spot, on his right.

Sam put his arm around Bucky's shoulders and pulled him in tighter. "Yes you do. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be telling me," he replied.

Bucky huffed. "How do you know me so well?" he asked, leaning into the touch. He rested his left arm, on Sam's leg and gently rubbed circles into his thigh.

Sam smiled. "Cause I'm your boyfriend and I'm an amazing listener," he stated very matter-of-factly.

Bucky nuzzled up as close as he could to Sam. "You're so good to me. How did I get this lucky?" he asked.

Sam laughed. "Beats me," he said, placing his right hand inside Bucky's metal one.

Bucky looked up at him and sighed. "Darling, we talked about this," he whined.

Sam frowned. "I wish you weren't so self-conscious of it. It's a part of you and it makes you special," he insisted, kissing the top of his metal arm.

A shudder ran up Bucky's spine.

Sam noticed and raised his eyebrows. "You can feel that?" he asked Bucky, looking down at him.

Bucky nodded and explained, "Everything, from the warmth of your hand to the softness of the blanket. It's almost like having a real arm. I just wish it didn't remind me of all the people hydra made me kill."

Sam tilted his head so he could see all of Bucky's face. "I don't see that when I look at it. I see what you went through and were able to overcome," he assured him. "I love everything about you, including your arm."

Bucky shook his head. "But I don't understand why-" he began but was quickly cut off by Sam kissing him.

"Baby, I love you," Sam said again, squeezing Bucky's metal hand. "You're perfect to me."

Bucky's smile was genuinely happy. He wanted to argue, tell him that it was stupid to love him and that he couldn't possibly have fallen for him, but he could only respond, "I love you too, Sam."

Sam smiled even wider. "Now come here," he urged, gently pulling Bucky on top of him. The rest of the night was anything but gentle.

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Meanwhile, Steve was in New York at Stark Tower visiting Tony. He was down in the gym working out while Tony finished up some work.

When Tony finally walked in, Steve had already busted four punching bags. "Taking out your anger on the equipment I see," he teased.