Falcon and the Winter Idiot

[restoral]

Being on the run wears them all down at times, but Bucky can't imagine doing this without Sam and Steve and Natasha. They're a team, maybe not like the Avengers, but it feels a little like being with the Howlies back in the war sometimes. Dangers are everywhere, but Bucky knows a few people he can trust implicitly and even if his trust in Natasha isn't quite as far along yet, he knows Steve trusts her and he trusts Sam's judgment. He wouldn't blame any of them for leaving, but none of them would turn on the others.

Sam in particular has had Bucky's back in ways Bucky can't even begin to thank him for, even before they'd all gone on the run together. More importantly, though, Sam's just an amazing person all around and Bucky had decided a while ago that he'd be seeing this through to the end. As long as there's danger out there for Sam, he's got one metal-armed super soldier watching his back, especially now that thanks to the Wakandans he isn't a danger himself.

His thoughts wander as he towels off his hair and reaches for his clean underwear. There are days they have to rough it more than this, but today they've got two rooms in a small hotel. It's not fancy, but the water's hot, the room is clean and he's sharing with Sam (as usual).

"Bathroom's yours." He steps out in his underwear and starts digging in his bag for a clean shirt and sweatpants to sleep in.

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[unclesam]

Sam snorts, unable to hide the way his nose scrunches up and mirth brightens his eyes.

"I'll hold you to that, babe."

Sweetpea's just ridiculous. Their cover stories have turned into a game of endearment chicken that Sam's determined not to lose, even while they're getting comfortable in bed and there's no one else to hear. He already knows his favourites. Sweetheart is uncontested. And he's pretty sure Bucky means 'dollface' as an absolute mockery, but Sam's not as mad about it as he thought he'd be. Sam mostly sticks with 'babe', 'love' and 'honey', but he'll pull out the occasional utterly saccharine, over the top one just to see if he can get Bucky to break character a little bit.

Sam shifts, bumping his hand into Bucky's shoulder, their calves rubbing together briefly.

"Steve carries Tasha's bags. Why's my pretend boyfriend not an old-fashioned gentleman?"

[restoral]

Bucky likes the pet names, both the genuine and the stupid. He likes having someone close enough to say them, even if they're mostly joking. Sam's good at making even insults feel like affection to Bucky's ears and he knows that's not just because he's desperate for attention. It's Sam's attention he wants in particular and he wants to return it, too.

"I thought we were the modern couple of the group."

But of course Bucky's going to carry his bags next time they relocate until Sam yells for them back, because Bucky wants to do something nice but he's also a little shit and he knows it.

Maybe that's the thing that's been the biggest sign of how much he's healed mentally and emotionally. He's right back to being a complete little shit when the opportunity presents itself.

"I can do old fashioned, though. I'll carry you over a puddle next time we see one."

He bites his lip, trying not to smile too hard at the offer/threat.

[unclesam]

"What, having a black boytoy ain't modern enough for you yet, Buckles, you wanna ditch the gentleman act on top? For shame."

Sam snorts though, an ugly little sound of pure amusement, half tucked into the pillow as he reaches out to flick a strand of hair away from Bucky's forehead. His finger skim down - and then he tugs on Bucky's earlobe, a shameless tease.

"I'll hold you to that, y'know. No chickening out."

And even in the dark, his eyes are bright with mirth as he looks at Bucky. It should be weird, this closeness between them. The constant teasing that borders on flirtation - and often crosses that line and many more - and the physical proximity. But it works. And it makes Sam feel lighter than he has in years.