And Then I Wrote Marvel

Buy Me a Flower, Then We'll See (Pájaro Part 3) (Final) (Sam Wilson x Reader)

I'm using this as Round 5 in DisneyWorldInfoQueen 's contest.

Sam took you out for the first time since you had been rescued from Hydra two months after the event. In that short amount of time, you had managed to recover most of the memories that had been locked away just by doing normal things with the team. There was still a big gap though, the one you had been the most anxious to fill: your relationship with Sam.

The night that you two were going out just so happened to be your two-year anniversary, and you couldn't recall any of it. You didn't know how or why you had fallen in love with your Pájaro, you just knew somehow that he was more special to you than the rest of the Avengers. That infuriated you more than anything, but Sam appeared unaffected. He had this amazingly unwavering faith that you would remember.

The two of you were walking down the streets after dinner, laughing and talking to each other. Sam's logic was that if you didn't have old memories, then you would make new ones. You were having a lot of fun with that tonight.

You had learned that there were two sides to Sam; he could be formal and polite or sarcastic, funny, and a little inappropriate. He managed to work both around you. He was nothing but sweet to you, but he wasn't afraid to joke around and have fun.

"Oh, Sam, I have an idea," you exclaimed.

"Do tell," he encouraged.

"Instead of a get-to-know-you game, since you already know me, what if we tried a get-to-know-me type game?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Like, you ask me questions about me, I guess, then you answer as you remember. I think it could jog some memories."

"Hey, it's worth a shot at the very least," he agreed. "Where do we start...how about a favorite book?"

"Ugh," you groaned. "How could you make me choose?"

"Correct!"

"Wait, what?"

"Whenever someone asks you for your favorite book, that's your exact response every time. It never fails," he explained.

"I'll take it."

"Favorite genre of music?"

"I've always had a soft spot for movie scores. They're so underrated, but when you think about it, what's a movie without the music?"

"Nothing," he finished.

"Exactly. So was that the right answer?"

"Right on the mark. Let's see. Who was your first kiss?"

"Ah," you trailed off. This was something you weren't so sure about, so you thought for a second. "I'm not sure. I think it might have been...you?" you answered, entirely unsure.

"Really? I didn't know that."

"If you didn't know, then why did you ask?"

"I guess that I was just as curious as you are now."
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Great. It had started to rain--in the middle of February. You were fine with rain, even loved it during all of the other seasons. But when it was supposed to be snowing? Not okay in the least.

You and Sam had had plans to walk around Central Park a little and enjoy the crisp winter air. Walking was your thing. As long as you were warm enough, the two of you could walk around and talk for hours on end. You had likely discussed everything that had ever happened in the history of the earth, plus two or three events. Sometimes, the discussions were extremely scholarly and intelligent, and sometimes they were pure satire. Few things were as fun as making fun of serious subjects.