are you still doing prompts? can i get 56 with sam/steve? i love all the stuff you write!
sorry this took so long! and honestly that means a lot thank you
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” + sam/steve
Steve was starting to have trouble catching his breath, having been jogging for the past two hours in hopes of seeing his running partner. Well, he considers it jogging, he’s been running laps to run past him, and not only that causing his breathing to pick up, it also just happened that Steve had somewhat of a crush on the guy.
Not that he’d ever let on, besides, the man, Sam, knew who he was, and he wasn’t about to go and ruin the good times they did have by having some silly crush on him.
However, that did nothing to stop his heart from racing and his face to flush when he met Sam every morning routinely for their morning runs.
Spotting Sam ahead of him once more, a small grin forms on his face as he catches up to him, only just schooling his expression as he casually says, “On your left,” as he passes him, earning the frustrated, yet all in all good humored, groan.
All with that innocence, Steve would have never imagined what would unfold over the next few days. Never would have dreamed of pulling Sam into his own problems, but having no other choice. No matter how many times he offered Sam to get out, he stubbornly remained, determined to help him.
If anything, it just made Steve’s heart tighten impossibly more and leave him feeling like fool any time he was with Sam. Hell, he even insisted he’d help him find Bucky, having no hesitation if Steve knew and saw the good in him.
How could Steve ever be so lucky?
Standing outside the motel they were staying at, not truly any closer to finding Bucky than they had been a week ago, Steve lets out a groan as he rubs his face. As far as he was concerned about his best friend, seeing as he’s avoided capture thus far, he’s doing okay for himself.
However, that’s not what’s bothering Steve. It’s Sam.
Steve’s already put him through so much, but every time he insists he’s going to stay by his side and help, Steve can’t help but fall completely head over heels for him.
Hearing footsteps approach him, Steve stiffens and looks up, only relaxing when he notices it’s Sam. Watching the gap toothed grin spread across his face, Steve’s expression softens even more. Stopping by his side, knocking their elbows together, Sam leans against the wall and gazes up at the empty sky, the moon shining down on them.
“You good, man?” Sam asks nonchalantly, only glancing towards Steve as he lets out a heavy breath.
“Yeah. M’fine. Just too many thoughts going at once.” Steve responds honestly, shoulders slumping as he rests his head back against the wall.
Humming at that, Sam nods as he kicks a rock across the pavement. Listening to it scrap until it stops, its the only thing beyond the crickets in the field across the street to fill the silence between them.
Letting out an uneasy sigh, Steve runs his hand through his hair as he looks away, “Sam, listen… You don’t have to-”
“Unless that sentences ends with ‘be so goddamn gorgeous all the time’, I don’t want to hear it.”
Pink dusting his cheeks, Steve shuts his mouth and glances at Sam who’s already smirking back at him. Did he really just say that? Or was Steve thinking too hard?
Going to open his mouth and reply, but nothing coming out, he closes his mouth and attempts a second time to say something, ultimately failing beyond a soft, “Why though?”
Rolling his eyes, Sam nudges him gently as he beams at him, “Steve, I’m not going anywhere. You’re easily one of my top ten friends, and a lot has happened in the past two weeks. I’m not letting you shoulder the world alone like you always seem to try to do.”
Hearing the joking mood in his voice, it doesn’t alleviate his blush as he stares at him. “Top ten? Pretty generous. But seriously, I’m okay, I’m fine. You had a life before I came running into it.”
Exasperation clearly written on his face, Sam curses under his breath before reaching out and pulling Steve into a hug. “You can be fine, dumb ass. But that doesn’t mean you have to do everything alone. Just because I had a ‘normal’ life before you showed up, doesn’t mean you aren’t a big part of it now. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Wrapping his arms around his waist, Steve hugs Sam close, closing his eyes, he rests his head on Sam’s shoulder. “But-”
“No ‘buts’, Steve. I’m staying here because I want to be here. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Letting that sink in, a soft grin forms on Steve’s face, face flushing as he chuckles softly. “Samuel Wilson. Are you flirting with me?”
Earning a chuckle for his efforts, Sam pecks a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “You better believe it, sweetheart.”
A tightness forming in his chest, before vanishing as Sam runs a hand up and down his back, Steve lets out a content sigh as he lets himself be held.
Maybe Sam is right, maybe he didn’t have to hold the world all by himself. Not if he had someone on his right to be there with him.
