SamBucky/WinterFalcon Oneshots!

A Fanfic Of A Fanfic Pt 2

(DeltaRae is the incredible author who wrote the fanfic I am referencing! I did write a part one for this, so go read their story first, then my part one, then this! I hope you enjoy, this is going to be a long one!)

3rd Person POV

Sam went to the rooftop of Bucky's apartment building at nine PM on the dot, only to see Bucky waiting for him.  He sat on the ledge, looking out at the city around him, drinking his thoughts away. Or at least, that's what he tried to do. Sam knew that super soldiers couldn't get drunk from all the parties Steve had invited him to at Avengers tower, so he just assumed Bucky liked the taste.

"Hey Buck," Sam starts, "What's up?"

Bucky refuses to look at him, "Sharon told me there are several people after you right now, like big wig criminals who think they destroy America by destroying its symbol of hope,"

Sam sighs and takes a step forward, "That's it?"

Bucky rolls his eyes and takes another swig of his drink, "What do you want me to do, Sam? Turn the law against me?"

"No, I'm not doing that, it was stupid of me to bring up, I wouldn't force you to do anything,"

He shakes his head as Sam nears him, noticing the tear stains dotting the super soldier's face like freckles. Another thing the serum can't cover up is the bags under his eyes, or how his metal arm is completely hidden by a long leather jacket and a bikers glove. Sam knew he wasn't comfortable, he knew he was hurting...but the cause of it confused him.

He obviously understood that Bucky might have some internalized homophobia or feel like he might hurt him..but there was something more than that, and he knew it. 

"I'm sorry for saying that to you, Buck," 

This seemed to strike a nerve, "No you aren't, you want to have your way with me, be with me,"

"Yes- but it would all be consentual, I promise, I wouldn't do anything without your permission,"

Bucky finally looks up at him, "But you desperately want me? Or is it me without all my imperfections? Because you know about my nightmares, my guilty conscious, the blood on my hands, you're in love with a murderer,"

Sam places a tentative hand on his right shoulder, "No, I'm in love with James Buchanan Barnes,"

"Who is a murderer,"

"Bucky, you know that wasn't you, I thought you were all about making amends? Becoming better? Showing that you aren't the winter soldier?" Sam begs him to understand, finally sitting down next to him. 

The ex-assassin stares at everything and nothing in the distance, trying to distance himself mentally from the man now sitting to him. A single tear makes its way down his cheek which he is quick to brush away, getting up so Sam can't see how much this is affecting him. 

Both men are completely stubborn on their sides. An unstoppable force (Sam) meets an unmovable object (Bucky), and nothing in their relationship seems to be getting anywhere despite both wanting their sides.

"Sam, I get that you're the golden boy, the angel, okay? The purest man on Earth, how could you end up with me as your soulmate? What kind of sense does that make?!"

He's exasperated, desperate to get him to understand that he is wrong for him, dangerous to be around. 

Sam stands up again, but as he approaches his mentally disturbed soulmate, a piercing gunshot fills the silent air. Bucky immediately grabs his soulmate an in attempt to shelter him from the fire, but he's too late. Although he can't feel it, he can see the immense pain and the blood spurting from Sam's hand, a bullet firmly lodged between his capitate and hamate bones in the palm of his hand (sue Bucky for being a nerd about it next time).