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🗒 ❛ HEADCANNON༉‧₊˚✧

TIMELINE｡˚ ⁀➷ Post AOU, Pre Civil War

WARNING｡˚ ⁀➷ Fluff, Sam wants cuddles

PAIRING｡˚ ⁀➷ Sam Wilson x Y/N Dmitri

SUMMARY｡˚ ⁀➷ Sam is back after a tiring mission and holds you as he falls asleep in the common room. The team walks in and witnesses the two of you tangled in a heap.

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You were lying back on the hospital cot, half under the blanket, half sprawled on top of it — and fully wrapped by Sam Wilson, who clung to you like a lifeline.

His face was pressed into your chest, one arm slung around your waist, the other gripping your thigh like you'd vanish if he let go. You were in sleepwear and a borrowed Stark Industries hoodie, while Sam — still in last night's sweatpants and a worn tee — was radiating warmth and pure stubborn exhaustion.

He'd stumbled into the med-bay sometime around 3 AM, barely able to keep his eyes open after a brutal mission, insisting he didn't want anything or anyone except you. 

 "Look, I'm not asking for much—just some downtime. I swear, you won't regret it. Just one night of peace. Please, baby?"

After a few minutes of protesting, you'd caved. Sam had pulled you into the cot with him and passed out before you could say a word. And soon, you followed suit.

The door hissed open.

You barely blinked before Tony's voice rang out, cutting through the quiet, "Oh my God. Is he attached to her ribcage?"

Natasha's voice followed, amused, "Medically speaking, that doesn't look safe. But... it's kind of sweet."

"Sweet?" Tony scoffed, stepping inside with a steaming mug in hand and sunglasses still on. "He's latched on like a barnacle. Give it five more minutes and he'll crawl inside her hoodie."

Right on cue, Sam mumbled, "That actually sounds nice..."

You squinted at him, whispering through a groan, "Tony. Seriously?"

Tony raised a brow, "What am I looking at? I knew Wilson was clingy, but this is advanced-level codependency."

Sam muttered something unintelligible, burrowing deeper into your chest with a sigh, his hand flexing on your thigh, "Too loud. She's warm. I'm regenerating. Leave."

"Regenerating?" Tony echoed. "Sam, you're not a Tesla."

You glared over Sam's shoulder, "Out. Before he decides to permanently velcro himself to me."

Steve peeked in behind Tony, voice hesitant. "We didn't—uh—we thought you'd be up. For the meeting,"

"Do I look up to you?" you deadpanned.

Natasha smirked. "Looks like you're pinned down,"

Sam made a dramatic sound and tightened his grip on your hoodie, his lips brushing your collarbone as he mumbled, "Don't go. Need skin-to-skin. Like... five more hours. Minimum."

"Sam," you whispered, running your hand over his head gently.

"No. Mine," he muttered sleepily, kissing the hollow of your neck before curling into you again like a human furnace. "Meetings are fake and stupid. You're real and soft. Stay."

"Okay, you heard him. Leave," you said, snapping your fingers at the team.

Tony took a sip of his coffee, blinking, "Alright. I'm leaving. But I'm judging."

Steve cleared his throat and turned quickly, face flushed. "We'll uh... come back later."

"Or never," Sam mumbled darkly, not even lifting his head.

"Lovely," Natasha commented.

"Don't encourage him," you muttered.

Sam just grinned, eyes closed, "She likes it."

You sighed, stroking his back gently. "You're gonna have to let me go eventually."

"Mm. Nope. Fought three enhanced last night. Got thrown into a wall. I earned this. You smell like sleep and sanity. I'm not moving."

"You're impossible."

"I'm irresistible," he corrected, now blinking up at you, clearly awake and smug about it. His eyes were drooping, and his cheek had a faint imprint from your clothing.

You kissed his forehead despite yourself. He grinned, content.

You must've dozed off again because the next thing you felt was Sam's warm fingers brushing your spine under the hem of your hoodie, his touch lazy and gentle. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone without opening his eyes.

"Did you sleep?" you asked softly.

He grunted, "Dreamed you were feeding me pancakes. In bed. Wearing nothing but a smile."

You chuckled, "Very specific."

"And achievable," he yawned, stretching — which only brought him closer against you. "Let's cancel today. Fake a med emergency. Live in this cot forever."

"You're not serious."

He hummed, "I'm deadly serious. You're my therapy blanket now. It's official."

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the med-bay doors whooshed open again.

"Oh come on," Tony's voice groaned. "You two are still in cuddle jail?"

Sam groaned louder, burying his face in your neck. "You're a hallucination. Go away."

Rhodey snorted. "This is peak 'clingy boyfriend in denial.'"

Steve, trying hard not to laugh, offered, "We just wanted to check in again. But clearly... you're okay."

Tony looked horrified. "Wilson wakes up from a coma like he's in a rom-com movie."

You rolled your eyes, brushing your fingers through Sam's hair. "Told you. He's extra needy when he's exhausted."

"I'm needy always," Sam corrected, pulling you back into his lap the second you tried to sit up. "Especially for her. Please take your meetings and your trauma elsewhere."

Tony raised his mug in defeat. "Just one thing — if I find glitter, feathers, or any suspicious stains in here—"

"Out!" you and Sam chorused together.

The team backed out laughing, and the doors hissed shut again.

Sam looked up at you with sleepy eyes and a grin. "Now. Where were we?"

You kissed him. "You were being clingy."

"And you love it," he whispered, kissing you again, slow and warm. "But I'd love pancakes even more..."

You sighed, smiling. "Fine. Pancakes. Then work,"

He beamed, closing his eyes. "Deal. But I get to be the little spoon tonight,"

"Obviously."

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