Sambucky One Shots

┌ Do you hate me? ┘

"You're so damn annoying, Wilson." groaned Bucky, pushing Sam out of the way as he walked towards the doors at the end of the hall. Sam persisted and continued to follow him.

"This is our mission, Barnes, it's supposed to be a cooperative effort." Scoffed Sam, striding to keep up. Bucky ignored him, pushing through the doors and shooting a guy ahead of him. He shot a glare at Sam.
"You're just getting in my way." He grunted, beginning to run. Sam sighed, he couldn't keep up with him. So he dropped it, and found the nearest door to the outside. He's be better flying anyway.

Bucky took down a dozen men in a minute, and slid out onto the roof after grabbing what he needed. He did perfectly fine without Sam, in fact, he did better than if Sam would've helped him. He heard gunshots firing behind him and began running, jumping off onto another building.

He groaned when he heard the sound of mechanical wings beside him. He glanced at Sam, doing a double take when he saw a large gash across his face.

"What-" stammered Bucky, tempted to slow down. His heart sunk at the sight of Sam's wound. Sam said nothing, swerving to the left and grabbing Bucky, before flying upward and carrying him.

"WILSON!" Exclaimed Bucky, grabbing onto his arms, "DON'T YOU DARE DROP ME!"

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When they got back to the safe house, which they were temporality situated at, Bucky sat Sam down to look at his injury. Sam seemed weary, and Bucky realised he had some other cuts and gashes along his arms. It made him anxious to see Sam so weak, and he seemed so fragile.

"Are you.." began Bucky, staring into his eyes. Sam winced as Bucky touched his face, then quickly drew his hand back.
"I'm sorry." Bucky said quietly, and Sam sighed.
"It's not your fault. I don't blame you." he said, putting a hand on his forearm to reassure him. Bucky nodded, a frown still etched on his face.

Standing up from his seat, he went to the cupboard to get the medical supplies, Sam's wounds needed treating. Sam watched him silently, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Bucky came back to him, taking his seat across from him. He opened the box and began to get things out.

"Are you still mad at me?" Asked Sam, and Bucky paused in surprise.

He didn't think Sam would care whether he was mad or not. He didn't think he cared about him at all. They were rivals, and that was it. But he got a strange feeling in his stomach when Sam looked at him, a million words conveying a message through his deep brown eyes. Bucky was frozen to the spot, not daring to move so long as those brown eyes were on him.

Sam looked away hurriedly, and Bucky slowly turned back to what he was doing. He felt petrified, what was he supposed to say to the man he had sworn to hate? They were rivals. He kept repeating the words in his head, terrified that something might change. What was he supposed to do if he didn't want to hate Sam Wilson anymore? He gripped the counter tightly. Surely Sam still hated him. He glanced at him, and was met with those brown eyes again.

"Bucky?" Sam said, his eyebrows furrowing. He looked concerned. Why did he look concerned? He wasn't supposed to care! Sam stood, approaching him slowly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, hesitating to put a hand on Bucky's. Bucky looked at him tearfully.

"Do you hate me?" He whispered, his voice shaky.

Sam searched Bucky's eyes in confusion.
"No." He said after a moment. Bucky began to cry, but he didn't know why he was feeling so emotional about this. Sam's eyes softened, his heart sinking.

"Are you scared of me?" said Bucky, his voice still quiet, and unstable. Sam moved an arm around Bucky's shoulders, comforting him in a hug. He had no idea Bucky felt like this.

"Damnit, Wilson, do you hate me? Really?" snapped Bucky, moving away from Sam.

"No. Of course I don't hate you," said Sam, his tone stern. "I used to think you were an absolutely pain in the ass, all you did was get in my way and mess things up, but I'm not holding onto my grudge for you anymore."

Bucky's eyes widened slightly, and now he felt awful for snapping at Sam.

"I know you're a good person, and I know we haven't always got along but this is the time to fix that." said Sam, and Bucky's gaze moved to the floor.

He sighed.
"You're far more good than I'll ever be, Sam." Bucky said, shaking his head.

Sam exhaled, stepping closer to Bucky.
"You have to believe you can be a better person, even if everyone tells you you're forgiven, you have to forgive yourself." Sam gave him one last look before leaving the room, and trudging outside. Bucky stood for a second before realising something.

"Wilson! Sam! Get back here! I haven't finished treating your injuries!"