Sambucky Oneshots

that helps. 2/2

-490 words- (angst, fluff)

The walk to Sam's apartment was probably the longest half-hour in Bucky's entire life.

During the entire time, Sam kept telling Bucky to stay awake, and also during the entire time, Bucky tried his best to fall asleep. He was honestly probably sick, having sat in the freezing rain for three hours straight.

Through his drooping eyelids, Bucky watched as the lights of an apartment building got closer, eventually making him close his eyes as the light blinded him as they stepped inside.

When they fully stepped through the doors, Bucky immediately let out a small sigh as the warm air washed over him like a wave, both men were soaking wet after the long walk, and they welcomed the warmth greatly.

"My room is just down the hall, you can go ahead and relax now that we're inside."
Bucky almost passed out right then and there, but the shifting of his carrier kept him awake for a bit longer.

There was a small beep, then more warmth enveloped him as Sam stepped into his apartment, he felt himself be carried into a room, and set down onto a soft surface.

A small pat against his cheek woke up Bucky, he jolted back and peeked his eyes open, he saw a white cat peering back at him curiously, a tiny paw raised for another attack.

There was a coughing sound from behind Bucky, and he twisted his neck around, only to see Sam's face awkwardly looking down back at him.
"Sorry for Alpine waking you up, but you need to have your clothes changed before you get sick."
Bucky nodded, and sat up slowly, shivering as he felt his wet clothes stick to his back.

"Soo.. are you going to tell me what you were doing in the park during a rainstorm? I assume not just grieving."

Bucky sighed as he pulled on a soft grey jumper, his reply was muffled by the bathroom door, "Ask-k Steve about 1962 if you really want t-to know."

"I'm not asking him anything until I get your side of the story." Sam replied, Bucky could hear the worry in his words, and felt bad for being dismissive of his question.

He swung open the door, passing by the man, "Look, I made a mistake, I thought so-something was going to last, when it clearly wasn't. I was being an idiot and it b-backfired on me."

Bucky had stopped in the middle of the room to finish talking, and once he started moving again towards the couch, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He glanced back, seeing Sam staring at him.

"If you ever need someone to talk to, I always have an open mind. Just don't be afr-" he was cut off by Bucky pulling him into a tight hug, then pushing him away just as quickly.

"That did not happen, and it never will again."

"Whatever you say, buckster."

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