SamBucky/WinterFalcon Oneshots!

My Sun, My Moon, And My Stars

(If anybody wants to watch Anthony Mackie Bi Panic™ for an hour, there's a TV show called Black Mirror where he has an episode. It's all about his character 'reconnecting' with his old friend through a virtual reality video game. Black Mirror is sci-fi, each episode has a different story and almost none of them connect. Highly recommend it. Though there is a lot of unnecessary sex scenes- I digress, onto what you're here for. SAMBUCKY TIME!)

Bucky's POV

 I long for the sun, the moon, and the stars. I long for endless days full of the endless heat and sun rays, basking in their glory. I long for endless nights, stars dotting the endless expanse of space like a sewing needle. I long for the stars, to touch them, to truly absorb their presence, to be able to stand next to one and not feel insignificant. In conclusion, I long for Sam Wilson, my sun, my moon, and my stars. 

I long for the rare moments snuggled next to one another on the couch, pressed against one another for warmth. I long for the nights I'm able to hold him beside me in bed, without having to half a terrible nightmare before. I long for her fingers to caress my skin, I long for his touch. His touch...

Sam doesn't seem to realize his effect on me when we touch. He might have a vague understanding, that his touch helps ground me, but he doesn't know what it's like to be touched by the sun. Sam Wilson is the sun and I am flying into him full speed and I never, ever want this to stop. I never want him to stop casually pulling me aside to talk to me, or asking me if I'm okay. I never want him to stop thinking about me, about us, about the way our bodies mold together so well when we embrace.

Sam is the sun, hell, he feels like the sun. When he runs his fingertips down my arm in an attempt to calm me, I feel as if it's on fire. As if my arm is turning to ash just by his touch, but I let him do it again and again. I'm so in love with him, I long for him.

Because think about it.

Think about Sam and I being domestic with one another, cutting up fruits and veggies side by side, baking together. Think about coming home from a battle, all the sweet and soft touches we'd give one another as we bandaged limbs. Think about lazy days at parks, walking side by side with him, his hand in mine. Think about going to a cafe, us sitting there, staring into one another's eyes while we sip our drinks. 

We'd be the couple everyone would be envious of. They'd see us walking down the street and pine to be in such a loving relationship like ours. They'd grumble and complain online about how they should've been the one to sweep us off our feet, but I'll be his. Imagine me being Sam's boyfriend....god...

I can picture it now, our whole domestic routine falling into sync, just instead of waking up in separate beds, we wake up always snuggling against one another. I can imagine his stupid dopey grin as I throw flour in his hair while we are struggling to make bread, I can imagine us indulging one another in bed.

What if that was my future? What if I could always be invited to the Wilson's for the holidays? What if I could show up at every social event as Sam's boyfriend, be introduced to others as Sam's boyfriend?

God...I'd melt if he'd run his fingers over my cheek and tell me how cute of a boyfriend I am. I would go feral and kiss him senseless if he wants me to. I'd do anything he'd tell me to do. I would do it all for him, my sun, my moon, and my stars.