Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader
Trigger Warning: one reference to military service
A/N: I know this isnât much, but Iâve really been struggling with finishing my fics. SO I decided to challenge myself to writing something in 20 minutes. No overthinking, no editing, just writing. And this is what I came up with. I hope you guys like it!!!
âDo you know what time it is?â
Sam looked up from the paper that heâd been writing on. His notes were scattered all over the place. There was no order to the work heâd been doing. Two notes from a week ago on top of the memo that he printed out last night. He even had the remnants of blue ink blotted on his forearm, evidence of his rush to keep writing before the ink could even dry onto the paper.
The point was, he was working, but he was also exhausted.
âDo I even want to guess?â He asked with a weak chuckle.
âYouâre tired.â You stepped into his office. âYou need sleep.â
âI canât sleep.â He answered, rifling through his papers. âThereâs so much work to do.â
âThe work will be there in the morning.â
âThis initiative,â He held up a paper covered in red ink, âNeeds to have a press release by the end of week. This mission brief is already past due. And donât even get me started on these damn resumes.â
You smiled softly as you circled his chair, gently dropping your hands onto his shoulders. âNew recruits?â
He sat back in his chair with a huff. âRecruits is a strong word. Try bright-eyed does in way over their heads.â
âSomething tells me youâll whip them into shape.â You replied, sliding your hands down his chest.
He finally took a deep breath and relaxed into your touch while you leaned down to place your chin on his shoulder. You turned ever so slightly to press your lips to his cheek, your heart skipping a beat when he finally allows the corner of his mouth to tug upward just a bit. When he places one hand over yours, he sighs. âThis wasnât supposed to be me.â
âYou are exactly where you need to be, Sam.â
âSteve should be doing this.â
âHe chose you.â You reminded him.
âWhat if he was wrong?â
You moved your hand to place your index finger under his chin, turning his head until he looked directly into your eyes. âOf all his friends, all the people he trusted, he chose you. If you love and respect him as much as you say â and I know that you do â youâll trust that he made the right choice.â
Sam wasnât used to this much affection. Any relationship he had since he came back from serving was fleeting. One night stands, sometimes a week or month if he was lucky. But nothing permanent.
You, on the other hand, were a pump of pure oxygen in a world that sought to suffocate him. Your smile made his worst days that much better. Your laugh was infectious. And whatâs better, you left no room for debate when it came to Samâs character. Bucky would joke that one day, your constant compliments would go to Samâs head, but you knew it wouldnât. Sam never gave himself enough credit, so you decided youâd give him extra. You would be the one to hold him up when the weight of the world pulled him down.
And he couldnât be more grateful.
âYou think he made the right choice?â He asked with a short nod.
âSteven Rogers was a man. He made a lot of mistakes. But giving you the shield?â You raised a brow. âThat wasnât one of them.â
Sam pressed his lips to yours, attempting to express the gratitude he felt since words never quite fit. As he kissed you, he felt his shoulders relax, the tension in his body rolling away. When you pulled away, you nudged his nose with yours as your victory loomed upon you. âItâs late, Samuel.â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm coming.â
You helped him organize his work into piles, occasionally snatching away papers that he tried to read. Once you were done, you rounded the desk once more and headed for the door. Sam smiled as he watched you, his T-shirt covering your body as you walked toward the bed that you shared with him. Of all the men in the world, you chose him. Damn, he was lucky.
And to think youâd once only been the girl at the reception desk.
