So this is what happens when you read too much Sambucky fan fiction.
Sam watched the other man on the sofa, confusion in his mind. Why the hell did frosty get the pretty girl? What did she see in him? He wasn't even that good looking, and he never talked. What did they do with their time if they weren't talking? In Sam's experience, dating was pretty damn awkward if there was no talking. And he wasn't even that great. Sure, he had a metal arm and a forty-four inch chest, but Sam had mechanical wings. And he was exciting and exotic, the 'other guy' was just stone faced and cold. Why didn't she like Sam? Bucky didn't really have a lot going for him. Sam did.
"Sam?" A smooth voice asked. "Sam, are you okay?" Her. It was only the three of them in the house, and it wasn't as if Frosty was going to be making conversation with him any time soon. The only time the two conversed was to shout at each other, at which point either Y/N or Steve would intervene. Bucky liked to suggest that Sam's wings made him look like a pigeon. Sam disagreed, but he never liked the little snicker that would often leave Y/N's father's (Stark's) mouth whenever the other man called him 'Pigeon Boy', 'Flappy', or referred to the time that he had effortlessly ripped off one of Sam's wings.
"Yep, I'm fine." He answered. She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the two men alone, once again. Bucky's stare was always cold, but aimed towards Sam, it was particularly concerning. Sam matched Bucky's stare with one of his own, eyes locked in hatred.
"Okay, what are you two Zoolander-ing each other over?" She had returned. A small giggle left Bucky's mouth, a noise that made both Y/N and Sam turn and stare in shock.
"Did you just giggle?"
