#sam wislon

[avengerscompound]

Sam Wilson & Ian Rogers

Captain America: Symbol of Truth (2022) #8

[ldouble]

More To It | Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: a heart to heart with Bucky at the Wilson household

You can’t help the smile you hide behind your cup of coffee. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen such pure joy. It’s so close you could reach out and touch it. But if you make any sudden movement you’re scared to interrupt whatever battle is occurring.

AJ and Cass voice their actions with whooshes and grunts. The thing inspiring the imaginative play is far from a toy...and yet they share it like every mother hopes their kids would.

The shield looks out of place in the house. Then again, the boys aren’t in the house. They’re in war.

If only they knew.

A quick retreat on the boys’ part raises your brow. What could’ve gone wrong in their play to send them packing?

Only the movement of the enemy. Who you hear conveniently sigh.

It’s a sound you’ve heard plenty of times. Still, it somehow brightens your grin.

“Don’t fret. I gave the ok.” You round the corner with a small nod to the weapon. It sits, spilling half out of the ancient bag it lives in. It glimmers despite it being ditched haphazardly. It’s always had that effect, you guess.

Your eyes flutter away from the shield. It’s not you job to stare at it in deep thought. It’s Bucky’s.

As if he knew you were thinking of him, you catch him looking up at you. All you want to do is return the look - one of so much love - but you can’t. It’s time to talk business.

He catches your tone without you saying anything and in seconds his smile dissipates. He chips a little bit away at you every time he does that. When he hides himself.

“It’s not a toy.” He mumbles, sitting up. His dog tags move with him and immediately your hands goes to where yours once sat. You parted with them long ago.

You clear your throat. “And yet it toys with you all day.”

He grumbles, his non-metal hand running over his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Just how you see Steve in the red and white and the oceans you crossed together in the blue.”

Bucky stops - squatting in a half sitting down and half standing up. The blanket begins to fall and you’re grateful as he readjusts. There’s too much going on and that’s without him in his boxers.

“Stop-”

“It’s metal, Bucky. And you let it get to you more than your arm does.”

He flexes is vibranium fingers at the mention of them. While his eyes flare and his knuckles make a fist so tight you’re sure the metal itself turns white, you’re not afraid.

You haven’t been afraid for a long time. While it’s not as strong as it once way, the love - at least the feeling of not hating - is always between you. It’s not sleepless nights and stolen kisses or even hugs you never want to let go of anymore. But it’s strong. Stronger than anything.

At least you hope so. Or this conversation is gonna hurt you a lot more than it’s gonna hurt him.

Bucky catches your glance at his hand and he immediately tucked it under the blanket. He would never. He knew that. And he really needs you to know it too. He just doesn’t want to say it.

“I’m sorry.”

Bucky looks up at your sudden apology and honestly you’re just as shocked. It tumbled out. It always did. You were sorry for so much in his life.

“It’s all I’ve got left.” Bucky turns toward the windows, continuing the conversation you suddenly halted.

“That’s not true.” You find yourself stepping toward him but you stop yourself. The same way you don’t need him half dressed, you don’t need to touch him. A light burns between you two. You’re both a spark and one wrong move...boom.

“It’s not.” You gulp. “And you know that.”

Bucky considers you, leaning back into the couch. You see the gears turning in his head. It’s a mirror image as you both try to work one another out without getting too close.

Close scares him. It’s the reason you got here after him. The reason you slept in the guest bedroom. The reason you woke up and had coffee by yourself. The reason you stand as far away as you can without letting go.

It’s how you live your life.

And you can’t stand watching him live his in control of a pice of weaponry. It’s behavior of his old life. He left that. He knew that. So why couldn’t you two be together and get past it?

You shake the thought out of your head. This isn’t about you.

And this shield isn’t about him.

You open your mouth to tell him this but you look up to see him staring at you. Something tells you that you don’t have to say it. He knows. He knows it all. Whatever anger caused him to snap is gone.

You kick the shield gently, sliding it closer to him, in a peace offering. It’s not need as you already see that he’s forgotten you bombarding him first thing in the morning.

“With a little practice, I think the boys could toss this around just like you did back in the day.” You step on it, flipping the shield up to your arm before glancing across the room. “All you need is a partner. And I think we both know where the boys get it.”

Bucky turns, hiding his smile. You don’t need to see it to know it’s there. And what it means.

"Don’t let it make up your own mind.” You say as you set it down to lean against the wall. “Or else I’m giving it to the boys.”

“Then what’s supposed to take up all the hours in the day?”

You’ve turned around at this point and you’re grateful. Despite the amount of humor and sarcasm you throw to ensure you don’t get too close, Bucky always seems to pull you back in.

“I guess you’ll just have to find something else to worry over.”

“Or someone.”

You look at him over your shoulder and decide it’s your turn to cut the distance. “Or someone.” You repeat with a tap on the wall as your exit.

[glittercake]

This Sam with this Bucky...

[disappointmentofthefam]

what is  tfatws caatws if not marvel queer baiting ?

[cadiebug]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Bucky is a cat, because I said so, Witches, Hurt/Comfort, They aren't emotionally constipated, mostly anyways, Getting Together, First Kiss, Sleeping Together, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Angst, they have a life together, Bucky paints his nails and I will die on that hill Summary:

Sam brought his mind back to the task at hand of unlocking the door. But something was in his way. A small cat. The cat looked slightly bigger than a kitten and had bright blue eyes. Sam noticed the front leg of the cat was covered in brown spots that were slightly different than its cream-colored fur. Sam eyed it carefully. The poor thing was soaked and gave him sad eyes. Sam leaned down and gently lifted his hand to the cat's face for it to sniff and make sure he wasn’t going to hurt it. Instead, the cat took its mismatched paw and put it onto Sam’s hand, purring slightly. Sam gave the cat a curious look. That's new. The cat just titled its head.

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The second chapter is done, folks. I’ll probably get the next chapter done in a couple of days or maybe tonight depending if I crash or not. 

My first day of school was today so I might be a bit low on writing energy. 

Besides that, I hope you guys enjoy the fic. The nice comments and Kudos are not necessary but greatly appreciated 

[sophia-draws]

frodo and sam i guess, i think, whatever, hobbits

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: After yet another bad day, Steve Rogers comes home to a stormy evening and the power off. Attempting to find solace in some random app on his laptop that's caught his attention, Steve's drawn into the game's jungle setting -- literally turning into his chosen avatar Captain America. Steve, along with four of his peers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, and Bucky Barnes, must navigate his way through the treacherous lands of Jumanji to set the world free from the curse set upon it.

To beat the game and return to the real world, they'll have to go on the most dangerous adventure of their lives, discover who's been waiting for ten years, and change the way they think about themselves and each other - or they'll be stuck in the game forever.

Rating: Teens and Up Warnings: N/A Pairings: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff/Sam Wilson Length: 46.3k 9/9 chapter completed

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[glittercake]

Square filled: Comfort From a nightmare

487words | Tumblr | No Warnings.

Team Cap goes camping:

Yeah, okay, camping is fun and all until someone has a nightmare. By someone, Sam means the super-soldier. No, not the blonde one in the tent next door, not the tiny redhead either. The one wrapped around Sam like he has more arms than he's letting on.

Wasn't a major thing like it has the potential to be; just a jolted start and a gasp this time. So he recovers pretty quickly and clambers closer to Sam.

"It's okay, you're fine," Sam tells him, petting Bucky's hair while still clumsy with sleep. "You're in the woods."

"Yeah, that's real comforting, Wilson. Jesus." Bucky says, yawning and rests his hand on Sam's ribs.

Sam grumbles and turns a little, trying to keep his eyes open but also snuggle back to sleep. "No, shh, I mean we're camping. You're safe. I love you and everything."

"You're all dumbasses, and exactly no one is safe in the woods, but alright." Bucky curls up under Sam's chin. "And I love you too."

"Shhh!" comes Nat's irritated hush from her and Steve's tent.

"What's shhh? I just had a nightmare." Bucky starts. Sam kind of wishes he'd just go the fuck back to sleep because he knows when Bucky is about to start something and now is one of those times.

Now Steve's concerned. "You okay, Buck?"

Sam says, "Yes" at the same time, Bucky says, "No."

Steve says, "Uh..."

Bucky takes advantage of the pause, "Sam usually sings for me—"

"I do not."

"—don't you, sweetheart?"

"Definitely not."

Steve chuckles in that annoying way; he's on the same bullshit as Bucky. No one knows this about him, and no one will ever believe it. He coos, "Aw, that's so sweet."

"Come on, honey. Sing it for me."

"I'm not singing anything."

"Sammy come on; I had such a bad nightmare."

"Yeah, Sammy. Sing for him."

"I am going to commit heinous crimes in these woods tonight." Natasha's voice is muffled like she's got a pillow over her head. "Go to sleep!"

Sam hopes she makes good on that threat. Bucky's grinning at him. It's not fucking cute. It's honestly not.

"Sing for me." He whispers and kisses Sam's jaw.

Sam stares at the tent's pointed roof angle. He's going to have to sing this goddamn song so Bucky'll go back to sleep and not end up as Widow slaughter.

"Sing it to him," Steve whispers loud enough for it not to qualify as a whisper.

There's a clink of metal, the unmistakable sound of a knife being unsheathed. Nat growls, "I swear."

"Where'd that even come from?" Steve yelps.

Sam takes a long, sullen breath, and Bucky grins up at him like Alice's Cheshire.

So Sam starts singing, while promptly ignoring Bucky's smiling face because it's dumb.

"sft ty… rm ty…"

"No sweetheart, louder. Can hardly hear you."

Sam sighs; starts again.

"SOFT KITTY WARM KITTY LITTLE BALL OF FUR-" 

Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howls at the sound of Steve's cackle. Sam would go over there if Bucky wasn't giggling into his neck like this.