The roaring of the jet’s engines drowned out any deep sighs that Sam had made. He was tired, so tired, and thankful that he and his co-worker had survived their mission.
Sam wiped his hand across his face before getting to his feet and ambling to the back of the aircraft. He was on edge, even after a successful mission. He could not calm his nerves. He could not settle down.
Bucky’s gaze tracked Sam. Sam felt it. The heat. The focus. He looked forward to it. Expected it. Longed for it. And Bucky, as always, delivered.
He watched as Sam stripped off the rest of his uniform. He watched as Sam breathed a heavy, yet relieved sigh. He watched and watched and watched. Never wanting to remove his intense stare from wherever Sam was.
Sam found comfort in Bucky’s stare.
He knew the other man was worried for him. Knew that Bucky cared. Knew that there was an inkling of something else behind his steely gaze. Knew that he himself craved it.
“Get some rest,” Torres said as he spoke to Sam. “It’ll be a while before we’re Stateside again.”
Sam only nodded, as he tore his pants from his tired, weary legs. Bucky watched, still, as Sam stretched. His compression suit clinging to his form.
Sam returned to where Bucky was seated. He flopped down not too far from him, leaning back and turning his head to the ceiling. He felt his partner’s gaze on him the whole time.
“You feelin’ it, too?” asked Sam, not looking in Bucky’s direction.
“On edge,” said Sam.
“Maybe,” Bucky replied.
“We survived today,” Sam supplied, finally chancing a look at Bucky.
“We did,” Bucky said softly. “Was worried there for a minute.”
Sam chuckled, the deep rumble in his chest doing something to Bucky; causing him to feel warm all over.
“Same,” Sam proffered as he looked and gave Bucky the once over. “Thank you.”
Silence passed between them a moment before Bucky said, “For what?”
Sam cleared his throat and said, “For having my back.”
Bucky shook his head slightly.
“You don’t ever have to thank me, Sam,” he offered in earnest. “I’m happy to do it.”
Sam nodded his head and gifted Bucky with a warm smile.
“I know,” said Sam. “But still — thank you.”
Bucky let a grin play on his lips as he shifted nearer to Sam. Their shoulders brushed against one another. The contact made Bucky feel brave.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” said Bucky, sincerely and honestly. “I’d do anything for you, Sam.”
Silence permeated the space between them, before Sam said, “I know. I feel the same about you.”
let's hear it for sam wilson,
the kindest character in the mcu who right from the beginning has been one of the most empathetic voices that people can't help but listen to, who can relate to the struggles of those who are ignored or tossed aside in favour for the big battles and players, whose first option is peace and not violence, who sees someone getting hurt and steps in even though he's been disrespected by that person several times, is genuine and tries to make things right and cares.
So from what I understood (please correct me if I'm wrong) is that when the rest of his team were held as hostages, Isaiah Bradley went out there to get them back. He put his life on the line to save his men, even though there were explicit directions against doing so. He did so because they were his brothers and friends.
He was tortured, experimented on and jailed. He was erased.
Except, that's exactly what Steve Rogers did in Captain America: The First Avenger.
Steve was pardoned. He went illegally to Austria to rescue his team and he was treated like a hero. He wasn't insulted and had his history erased- he was glorified. He was given a medal. He was remembered, and that act went on to show as a reminder of how noble and good he was.
Isaiah Bradley didn't receive the same treatment.
And I hope you think about that.