Seven billion people - WinterFalcon Oneshot

Seven billion people

"Isn't it amazing! Six continents, seven billion people on the planet, and a whole lifetime of choices and outcomes and on this particular string of decisions, in this point in time, out of everyone I get to meet, I got lucky enough to know you." Bucky shouts tossing a handful of post-it's onto the floor.

"Come on, it's funny," Sam says. Not even trying to hide his clear amusement.

"If it's so funny you wouldn't mind cleaning this mess up again, would you?" Bucky's voice is strained as he gestures to the bedroom, covered in yellow and pink post-it notes.

Already making his way out into the hallway he replies, "Oh I wish. Unfortunately, I have groceries to shop."

"Sam!" Bucky warns him, but it's too late. He's already out the door.

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As Sam walks through the front door of their shared apartment in Brooklyn, he hears Bucky cursing a few rooms away. He smirks putting down the groceries, shouting as he does so. "Having fun?"

Bucky curses louder.

Ten minutes later Bucky emerges from the bedroom, a post-it-note stuck to his leg and wearing a pissed off expression. Sam glances over his shoulder, a smile plastered on his face, before turning back to the stove.

"You are a horrible person Sam Wilson." Sam laughs at that and winks.

"I love you too dear."

Rolling his eyes Bucky makes his way to the stove and wraps his arms around Sam's waist. Whispering in his ear he says, "Six continents, seven billion people on the planet, and a whole lifetime of choices and outcomes and on this particular string of decisions, in this point in time, out of everyone I get to meet, I got lucky enough to know you."