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Call It What You Want

Word Count: 1226 Requested: No Genre: Fluff Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)  Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, Language

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My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

Bucky's life had fallen apart. Not just after Steve left, but after he fell off the train. Most of his life had been stolen from him. He felt unprepared constantly. There was always something new he didn't know anything about. Hydra had stolen his mind, even after he was free. He still had years of his life stolen from him. He wasn't prepared for the new world, for the modern society. He struggled every day, something new bombarding him with terrifying amounts of information. But he was alright.

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

Word of who he was had finally gotten out. People were hurt, felt betrayed, but he was just trying to be himself. He wasn't really sure who that was. He disappeared for a while, a long while. He found himself, and along the way found the love of his life: Sam. He was thriving, truly. It was painful at first, the change, but he survived it. The other side felt so much better than where he had started.

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walking with his head down

I'm the one he's walking to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Sam was infatuated with Bucky. He was broken, yet Sam was still the only person he wanted to see. Even at his lowest low, Bucky found Sam. There was judgment, lots of it, but Sam didn't care. He was still the one Bucky chose. When his head was low, hiding from the public, he always found his way to Sam. So, it didn't matter what people said about them. They were perfect.

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene

Loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Sam was Bucky's favorite person. He was perfect, miles beyond most other people in Bucky's life. Sam loved Bucky as if he was whole, not treated him as the broken parts his own self-esteem convinced him of. Their love was something new, it was shiny in comparison to the rust that had built up for years. Sam and Bucky were whatever they wanted to be, free from judgment. They were still harshly critiqued, but they didn't care.

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

Bucky tried to make amends for a lot of the actions he was forced to take as the Winter Soldier. The beauty of his life in the forties was tarnished and dull, lacking the luster he thought it would have. Everything was painful, everywhere there was once beauty there was now anguish. So he locked himself away, hiding from the roaring of his past actions, assuming that if he kept himself isolated, maybe it would be okay. The storm was over, but he still insisted on hiding. Sam never argued with it. He might not have understood and might have given him a bit of crap, but at the end of the day, Sam just wanted him happy. He met Bucky where he was, not asking him to take steps he wasn't ready for, instead making his current situation more comfortable.

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothing when I look at him

Everything felt like a threat to Bucky. He was afraid that someone would seek revenge, that his efforts weren't enough. He learned that some of the worst people were the ones who got power, and coping with that was hard. Very hard. Sam was the thing that melted those feelings away. When they were together, Bucky could almost forget how truly shitty the world around them was. He almost forgot the shitty hand he was dealt.

And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

Bucky was never good at amends. He didn't know how to fix anything. He made the same mistakes over and over again, ruining relationships. Most of his friends had turned on him when they found out who he was in his past. They found out where he came from and ran scared. He started to ruin relationships before they could begin, just to save him the pain. But with Sam, he didn't. They were the one thing that when right for Bucky.

I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

Before Sam, Bucky couldn't remember the last time he laughed. Genuinely, who heartedly laughed. He hadn't acted childish, goofed around, or truly felt a connection until he met Sam. They were so in love, Bucky's life just lit up around him. He trusted Sam with everything, his entire life. It was strange, how Bucky let him in, as he often shut everyone out. Sam was the glimmer of hope in what Bucky felt was otherwise a hopeless situation.

I want to wear his initial

On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say

A little down the line, Bucky was infatuated with Sam. He couldn't imagine life without him. Bucky disappeared one day, seeming to be doing something incredibly secretive. It made Sam rather anxious, unsure of what Bucky was doing. Why was he gone so long? Was he okay? It wasn't until Bucky got home that his nerves were calmed. They sat on the couch, Bucky reaching into his pocket, fishing out a replica of the dogtags he would've worn in the 40s. Gently, and wordlessly, he placed the tags around Sam's neck. "I can't imagine life without you," he said after a moment. Sam was beyond ecstatic. He lifted the tags from where they lay on his chest, looking from them to Bucky. "Really?" he spoke, before placing a gentle kiss on his lover's lips.

I recall late November, holdin' my breath

Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes

Bucky didn't need saving. He had grown stronger, and more confident in himself. His trauma started to become a footnote in the story of his life. He wouldn't have made it as far as he did without Sam. As much as he made it seem like a pain in the ass, he never wanted to be without him. The pair had been strolling Brooklyn, Bucky showing Sam some of the places he grew up in, though they were all very different now. He had seen Sam's childhood home, it was only fair Sam saw his. Bucky was nervous. Sam couldn't tell why, but it all had to do with that little secret from months before. One Bucky kept well. As they walked across a rather scenic part of the city, Bucky took a deep breath, stopping, turning to face Sam as he dropped his hand. Sam looked concerned, worried about what was happening. Bucky took another shaky breath. "I've been planning this for months but I lost all of the words, so fuck it." He reached his hand into his pocket, fishing out a small black box. He got down on his knee, opening the little box to reveal a ring. "Samuel Wilson, will you marry me?" Sam was shocked, but he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. "Yes." And that was enough. He pulled Bucky back to his feet, placing his lips on the other's as the ring was slipped onto his finger.

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Long Live

Word Count: 1119 Requested: No Genre: Fluff & Angst Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: Mentions of death and grief

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I said remember this moment

In the back of my mind

The time we stood with our shaking hands

The crowds in stands went wild

Bucky took a deep breath, looking away from the memorial and instead to Sam beside him. Taking his hand, they entered the building. Hand in hand, they strolled through the museum that held relics of their friends; Relics they had seen used in battle, or just ones their friends had valued. It mostly denoted the history of Steve, and thus of Bucky, though it was strange for Bucky to see himself in an exhibit. When it was first unveiled, the public was beyond excited. The crowds cheered as the red ribbon was cut, opening the exhibit for the first time. Bucky was terrified, his entire life was on display for anyone to read. What would they think? What would Sam think?

We were the kings and the queens

And they read off our names

The night you danced like you knew our lives

Would never be the same

The pair stood silently, listening to the speeches for their lost friends. It was bittersweet. They listed all the heroes, everyone who helped save the world. The words coming from the mouths of strangers felt diplomatic and left them wishing their friends could be here to speak it themselves. Hearing their own names alongside the fallen was strange, though something both men had grown used to, being veterans. Bucky himself was presumed dead for many decades. It left Bucky’s mind to wonder, why did he survive? All of these good people lost their lives, yet after everything, he’d done he was still alive. As if Sam could sense Bucky’s thoughts, he gently gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, glancing over to the man whose eyes hadn’t left the podium.

You held your head like a hero

On a history book page

It was the end of a decade

But the start of an age

Sam’s speech exceeded all of Bucky’s expectations. He couldn’t have been more proud. He watched Sam make history. Sam exemplified what it meant to be a hero, giving everything he had to better the lives of others. His entire life was meant for this. Bucky wished he could say the same. Nonetheless, he was proud. In a strange way, Sam becoming Captain America brought Bucky more closure than anything Steve could have said. The era of pain, suffering, torture and everything he lost had ended as he and Sam stepped into a new light. The 106 years of pure misery he had lived faded to a chapter in his story.

Long live the walls we crashed through

All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

I was screaming, "long live all the magic we made"

And bring on all the pretenders

One day we will be remembered

The legacies of their friends would never be forgotten. They saved the world over and over again, changing so much for the better. Children everywhere looked up to them, and celebrated what they’d done. There were paintings, Halloween costumes, and even lessons taught in school. Heroes became something of mythical proportion, yet most of them started as ordinary people living ordinary lives. Now, they were anything but ordinary.

I said remember this feeling

I passed the pictures around

Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines

Wishing for right now

Bucky was sick of it all. There were banquets, memorials, and even billboards of his lost friends. For countless weeks he was dragged from event to event about their lost friends, then had to see their faces everywhere. It was cruel. They shared many photos of their dear friends' lives, not daring to shed a tear and appear anything but what the media expected. They were celebrated, something they had been waiting on for years. It was a bittersweet victory masking the grief.

We are the kings and the queens

You traded your baseball cap for a crown

When they gave us our trophies

And we held them up for our town

And the cynics were outraged

Screaming, "this is absurd"

'Cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world

Sam was an inspiration. Becoming Captain America meant so much to so many people; many Americans that often felt forgotten finally felt seen. After Sam’s first appearance as Captain America and his speech to the media, people were upset. They were angry about the replacement of Steve despite it being Steve’s final wish. They refused to see through their own bigotted lens of the way things “should be.” Still, Sam rose victorious, and Bucky couldn’t have been more proud.

Long live all the mountains we moved

I had the time of my life

Fighting dragons with you

I was screaming, "long live the look on your face"

And bring on all the pretenders

One day we will be remembered

Bucky was tired of the hero thing. He wanted his legacy to last, but he didn’t like what it was. His favorite memories, the parts of the fight he held closest to his heart were the ones he fought with Sam. The unlikely team became something more. Something Bucky never thought he’d find. He never did the hero thing for the glory, but he knew their legacy would last. He silently promised himself that he would personally ensure none of his friends were forgotten as long as he lived.

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

There was one particular ball the pair was invited to, one honoring Steve. Not only did they honor Steve’s legacy, but they celebrated Sam. For the first time, Sam and Bucky danced together in front of everyone. The cameras flashed, but they didn’t seem to care. They knew the media would be angry, more than angry, but they didn’t seem to care. They had each other, and that was enough.

Can you take a moment

Promise me this:

That you'll stand by me forever

But if God forbid fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children someday

When they point to the pictures

Please tell them my name

It was later in the night, long after all the celebrations had ended. Bucky was feeling particularly down, realizing his life may come to a close at any moment without warning. As he laid his head on Sam’s chest, he shifted his head up. “Sam?” “Yes, love?” “Promise me that you’ll stand by me forever.” “I promise-” Bucky cut him off “I wasn’t done. But if, god forbid, fate should step in and we have to part ways, if you have children, when they point to the pictures. Please tell them my name.” “I promise Bucky, but I’d much rather you tell them yourself. Our kids, that is. Promise you’ll try?” Bucky couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his lip. “I promise.”

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Just The Two of Us

Word Count: 1052 Requested: Yes, on AO3 by clove6767 Genre: Fluff Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) Warnings: N/A

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I see the crystal raindrops fall

And the beauty of it all

Is when the sun comes shining through

To make those rainbows in my mind

When I think of you sometime

And I wanna spend some time with you

Their shared apartment was the shell of a home. Sam and Bucky thought it best to move in together, for the sake of their own sanity. If they constantly had someone else around, there would be less chance of drastically unhealthy coping mechanisms. Moving on from Steve was hard, especially considering how unexpected it was. Steve had just seemed to adjust to the modern world and suddenly left it. Bucky’s old apartment did nothing but remind him of Steve; Memories of the times they shared together were laced into every inch of the space. When Sam asked Bucky if they could move in together, he jumped at the chance. They had barely finished moving in when the rain started; The furniture was still covered in plastic wrapping and many boxes were still left unmoved in the truck. Something about it felt like a fresh start. The rain seemed to start to wash away the pain felt by Steve’s departure, and his return. The most hurt came from Bucky, though he tried to hide it from Sam. It broke Sam that Bucky was afraid to be vulnerable. Eventually, Bucky opened up. He didn’t talk about his feelings, that wasn’t his style. Instead, on that rainy Monday morning, Bucky took Sam by the hand, pulled him down onto the plastic-covered couch, and just curled into his side. He released a sigh, Sam wrapping his arms around Bucky. There were no words shared, but plenty was said.

Just the two of us

We can make it if we try

Just the two of us

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

Building castles in the sky

Just the two of us

You and I

Bucky didn’t think he would ever be over Steve. When he finally left Steve in the bar weeks ago, he decided he was ready to move forward in his life with Sam. He felt ready to take steps into solidifying their life together. It took months for Bucky to let Sam in, and even then he was hesitant to open his heart. He was constantly hurt, used, and abandoned by those he trusted. He feared his own mind, what his hands could do, and had done. He wasn’t sure he was ready to let Sam hurt him too. Sam never would, not intentionally, and somewhere deep down Bucky knew that. He just couldn’t risk it. He didn’t trust himself, either. What if he hurt Sam? He wouldn’t let himself live it down. In the months it took, Sam was patient. They moved at their own pace, very slowly. One step at a time. They built the life together that Bucky had always dreamed of. Not the one he wanted to share with Steve, but rather a new dream. One that brought joy and love. They built their life together one brick at a time.

We look for love, no time for tears

Wasted water's all that is

And it don't make no flowers grow

Good things might come to those who wait

Not for those who wait too late

We gotta go for all we know

Bucky had learned, or rather was forced to learn, that tears brought him no satisfaction nor relief. Hydra had never let up on his torture for them, and they certainly did not bring Steve back. So, he didn’t cry. Or rather, he couldn’t. He leaned heavily into Sam, feeling like he had no other choice. It was either Sam or a therapist, and Bucky certainly had a preference. At first, there wasn’t necessarily a romantic aspect to their relationship. Bucky was just lonely. Slowly, he fell in love with Sam. Sam let Bucky fall into love at his own pace, never rushing him. Bucky started to push Sam away when realized what he felt. He didn’t want to be hurt again. Sam noticed his growing distance and wasn’t going to let Bucky shut him out. One day, almost out of the blue, Sam simply went to Bucky and placed their lips together. From then on, they were inseparable.

I hear the crystal raindrops fall

On the window down the hall

And it becomes the morning dew

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you

The first night without nightmares came as a shock to Bucky. It had taken months, but Sam eventually coaxed Bucky to sleep in the bed with him. The deal was Bucky would remove the arm, or he would sleep on the floor. Sam agreed. That resulted in a relapse of nightmares that Sam had helped him through. One particular morning, Bucky awoke to the sound of rain. He glanced at the clock, it read 11:30 am. He blinked, sitting up. He looked to his flesh hand, the metal arm sitting in its place on the dresser. Everything was normal. He wasn’t having a nightmare, but rather slept peacefully through the night. The rain slowly cleared up, raindrops slowing their descent on the window. Bucky looked to Sam, gently placing a hand on his sleeping lover’s back. Sam awoke immediately, careful not to flinch too much at the sudden arousal. He looked to Bucky, quickly sitting up and placing a hand on his thigh.

“What’s up, Buck, nightmare again?” Bucky shook his head, smiling softly.

“For the first time, no.” Sam laughed in reaction softly, smiling.

“I’m so proud of you.” Bucky hadn’t heard those words in years, not in any positive light anyways. He couldn’t remember the last person who was proud of him for something that wasn’t a murder. He smiled brightly, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder.

“Sam?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.” That was the first time those words had left Bucky’s lips in almost 80 years. Sam was taken aback for a moment. In the pause, Bucky lifted his head, almost worried for his reaction. Was it too soon? Did he screw up the only good thing he had left?

“I love you too Bucky.”

Just the two of us

(We can make it, just the two of us)

Let's get it together baby (yeah)

(Just the two of us)

Just the two of us

(We can make it, just the two of us)

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