#esp bc this ended up more bucky centric and ofc i wont stand for that

[philtstone]

Sarahxbucky.

Kind

The first time Bucky Barnes gets drunk in eighty years, there is a piano involved.

Well. Something that looks kind of like a piano. He’s not so sure. He thinks it might have been water tribe design, but didn’t get a chance to ask T’Challa about it in between the party music and Shuri’s enthusiastic insistence that he should at least try Asgardian liquor and Sam’s confirmation that he had, in fact, once upon a time seen the stuff work on Steve with his own eyes.

Per the relatively small size of the Wakandan’s New York safehouse there weren’t that many people around; Sam was there, at his elbow, a sure presence reminding him without speaking that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want; and in case anything happened, Thor and T’Challa combined …

Something smells floral and pretty and familiar above him. Also, his head is pounding. He blinks his eyes open to Sarah’s concerned, beautiful face, and promptly shuts them again.

“Ow.” He thinks it’s a noise that comes out of his mouth.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Sarah, I think I’m dying.”

“Considering you haven’t been hungover since your twenties, you’re probably right. Want some water?”

Concerned. The adjective catches up with him belatedly, and anxiety is sharp and swift to accompany the next, if duller, throb of his head; Bucky sits up, sort of, and the unfamiliar hotel room pillows are fancy and soft against his elbows in a way that’s disconcerting. He falters. He’s still in his jeans. Sarah’s half draped across him, looking very serene about it, still in pajamas and with her hair up in a nice wrap.

“Don’t worry,” Sarah says, before his mouth starts working — preemptive, casual, so easy in her knowledge of things, “all you did was start singing Billie Holiday off the top of your head and then told Sam you’d totally lay one on him if you weren’t already dating me.” She laughs, as knowing and endearing as ever, leaning closer so she can cradle the vulnerable point at the back of his neck with her beautiful work worn hands. “And of course I am gonna be very nice about it and not tease you til eternity for having a type. You still want the water?”

Bucky blinks, lagging.

“Nothing … bad?” he says.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby, some of those high notes were pretty bad.”

She’s laughing again, gentle, low enough that his headache doesn’t mind. He remembers the high notes as he loops a metallic arm around her waist, something releasing in his chest. They roll over on the strange sheets; the word safe comes to mind.

#yes i am posting this at one am im not the boss of me #anyway if anyone wants to send more prompts w these 2 I am all ears #esp bc this ended up more bucky centric and ofc i wont stand for that #‘3 sentences’ im laughing really #my writing #3 sentence prompt meme #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarah x bucky #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #idk how i feel abt this but i had to show this headcanon to the world bc its special 2 me