2nd thought of the day: Sam Wilson having to explain what happened to his car to the poor insurance agent
“A super soldier assassin, Mr. Wilson?” Grace cannot find anything that she could possible file it under.
“Right.”
“So the windshield was shattered and the steering wheel — ”
“Column.” Sam corrects. His head hurts, he’s seen in the uncomfortable polyester chair for two hours now rehashing a day is working to forget. “The entire steering wheel column.”
“Right,” Grace is relieved and horrified when the district manager emails her back on the matter. “It appears that super-soldier damage is not covered under your policy.”
Sam looks as if he’s bitten a lemon. “Well I’d have to admit to be shocked if it is. But this is a special case.”
Sam get’s a nice check from SHEILD but he doesn’t feel this should be his loss. “Exactly Mr. Wilson. Unfortunately the company will not be able to pay for a replacement and it seems the company is no longe able to ensure you in the future. Liability for future super-soldier damage you see. But we thank you for your business.”
“Hold a second — Super Soldier damage is why you’re dropping me?”
“Well for the sake of paperwork we’ll list it under ‘acts of God’. We hope you have a good day.”
Bucky is lurking as he always is when Sam gets out of the cab at Steve’s. It is the absolute last place he wants to be but he imagines Steve needs some sane company and he had made a promise last week.
Steve makes them coffee and asks Bucky if he wants any. Bucky blinks and shakes his head no once and asks Sam where his wings are. Sam considers saying ‘what wings?’ just to fuck with him but while he’s bitter about his car, he’s not an asshole. “Didn’t bring them.” He says shortly.
He pours over the paperwork as Steve sets down the mug and a glass of water for Bucky that the Soldier eyes warily until Steve sighs quietly and takes a swallow. Sam feels even worse for being angry as Bucky’s body goes lax with relief and he sits, gulping it down like it’s the last bit he’ll get. “What’s that?” Steve asks obviously still distracted by Bucky who sets down the empty cup and directs a thousand yard stare at Sam.
“Uh, insurance stuff. For the car.”
Steve winces and Sam smiles grimly. “Not covered and dropped me.”
Indignant, just as expected, Steve exhales heavily. “They can’t do that. It’s not fair. I’ll — ”
“Nah, screw them. I’ll just get a different one. Maybe James here will keep it in one piece?”
Bucky’s steely eyes settle on Sam and he seems offended. “Acceptable collateral.” He says, the cocky son of bitch.
Sam bites his tongue. “And get this, Rogers — they’re calling it an ‘act of god’.”
Bucky’s body tenses and Sam’s breath catches. The metal hands flies out and he grabbed the paperwork. “Bucky no,” Steve tried but Bucky hunches over it.
“My name is James Buchanan Barnes and I am a God,” He looks up and looks so damn pleased it also made the loss worth it. Almost. “I need to tell your other God friend Steve. Can you call him? I could pick up the hammer I bet.”
Sam bites back a smile and Steve looks torn between heartbroken and amused. “Uh, maybe later Buck.”
