Maybe We're Just Meant to Be

Landing

~I am so so sorry that this update took so long. School has been crazy been crazy busy and unfortunately my dad died two weeks ago. Anyways, I finally got around to finishing this chapter. Thank you all for being patient. I hope you like it!~

Bucky and Sam were sitting in the living room, drinking their tea.

Bucky was gently tracing the dark, purple bruises on Sam's neck. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

Sam looked down at him and frowned, the pain of that question evident in his eyes. He didn't want to lie to Bucky but at the same time, he didn't want to make him feel any worse. "Not too bad when you're here with me," he replied, opting for a safer answer.

Bucky sighed and snuggled up next to him, resting his head on Sam's shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled.

Sam kissed the top of Bucky's head before leaning in for a slow, lazy kiss on the lips. "It's okay. It wasn't your fault," he assured the super soldier.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just appreciating each other's presence. After a few minutes, Bucky glanced down at their now empty cups. He smiled at Sam and got up, grabbing the mugs. "I'll be right back," he said and leaned down to give Sam a quick kiss before disappearing into the kitchen.

Sam turned his attention to the elevator when it opened with a loud ding. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stepped out into the common room, chatting about some mission back when the avengers first started.

"Hey, Sam," Natasha exclaimed with a smirk and took a seat across from him. She was soon followed by Tony and Steve, the latter of which was looking very nervous.

Sam smiled awkwardly at them. "What's up, guys?" he asked, slightly confused by the trio staring at him, obviously trying to figure something out.

When no one answered, Tony rolled his eyes and huffed before responding, "We-I-we were just a little concerned about you and Bucky, that's all."

Natasha made eye contact with Sam and leaned in a little closer to him, her face portraying no emotion. "Sam, we just want you two to be safe and I'm not sure that you're what he needs to be able to recover," she told him bluntly.

Sam's eyebrows knitted together. "And what does he need, Nat? In all of your time spent with him, the couple of conversations you two have shared, you think you know what'll help him?" he asked, becoming irritated.

Natasha just shook her head and pursed her lips, looking over at Steve, whose eyes were darting back and forth to everything in the room but Sam.

"Listen, I know me and Natasha don't know Bucky like you do, but we're just trying to help you both. We care about the you, Sam, and we don't like seeing you hurt like this especially when it can be avoided," Tony interjected.

Sam just groaned, a combination of outrage and annoyance that they feel entitled to butt in on his relationship.
"First of all, our relationship isn't something that's up for discussion for you to decide if you think it's a good idea or not. We're both adults, we're capable of making our own decisions. And secondly, I'm fine. You guys are really blowing this out of proportion," he assured them.

Steve, who was silent up until now, decided to join in, snapping back, "Sam, I think you're the one who's not making a big enough deal out of this. You have a bruised trachea and voice box, nevermind the lacerations on your neck. You're only human, Sam. What could have happened if Bucky didn't stop? What happens next time?" he asked, voice straining to not yell towards the end. Everyone could tell that he was getting emotional, the thought of losing Sam unbearable to him.

Sam just shook his head, tears threatening to spill over. "It doesn't matter, okay? As long as he's fine, it doesn't matter. I get it, you guys don't trust him with me. Hell, I'm constantly worried about him too, but I love him and I won't give up on him just because of an accident," he explained, shooting Steve a disappointed look.