Sambucky One Shots

┌ A Hamilton one ┘

Author's note: I didn't have a lot of inspiration, that's why you get some song ones. And I know it's kinda dumb.. just go with it.

Written: 19 August 2021

Word count: 496

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Bucky crept out into the hall after having awoken and not finding Sam beside him in bed. He panicked, hurriedly getting up and leaving the room.

But he saw Redwing's door open a jar, and he immediately calmed down. Sam would be in there. And usually when Sam was in there, there was something on his chest, weighing over him, and he'd talk to Redwing about it.

He sometimes wondered why Sam would go to a bird instead of him, but Sam had told him before that he didn't want to add his own problems to all of Bucky's. But Bucky was his partner, he was supposed to be there for him.

He slowly opened the door and saw Sam sat at the table, writing furiously on a piece of paper. Bucky approached him and Sam turned to face him. Bucky hesitated before speaking.

"Sam, come back to sleep," he said, walking closer and putting a hand on the back of the chair.

"I have an early meeting out of town," sighed Sam, running a hand down his face.

Bucky frowned and glanced at the window, where there was a slight gap in the curtain. He hadn't bothered to check the time when he awoke, he was too busy worrying about Sam.

"It's still dark outside," Bucky said, looking back to Sam.

Sam took his hand and kissed it gently before pulling his own hand away and turning back to his paper. "I know. I just— I just need to write something down," he said, resuming his writing.

He was writing fast, and so it came out cursive and difficult to read. Bucky frowned, gently placing his hands on Sam's shoulders.

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?" Bucky asked in a sad tone. Sam took his hand again and shushed him soothingly, trying to assure him that everything would be fine.

"Come back to bed, that would be enough," said Bucky. There was hope in his voice. He wished Sam would come back to bed with him.

"I'll be back before you know I'm gone," said Sam, putting down his pen and turning in his chair so as to face Bucky.

"Come back to sleep," pleaded Bucky, his grip on Sam's hand tightening. He didn't want Sam to go, he always hated him leaving.

Sam smiled sadly. "This meetings at dawn," he said.

Bucky sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. He released his grip on Sam's hand and turned back towards the door.

"Well, I'm going back to sleep," he said, his voice breaking slightly. As he moved to leave the room, Sam took his hand again.

"Hey," Said Sam, his voice barely above a whisper. Bucky turned again, stopping in his tracks.

"Best of husbands and best of heroes," Sam said, trying to reassure him with a smile.

Tears welled up in Bucky's eyes and he quickly embraced Sam. He didn't want to ever let go, he wanted to hold him forever.