“Bucky is dating my sister!” Sam announced in a huff as he walked into the room.
Sharon blinked, looking up from the agents’ reports. Not much could startle Sharon, with her being trained to be at stand by at all the time, but she was surprised. Sam didn’t usually make dramatic declarations like that. “What?” she asked, turning her attention from the interesting flies to the much more important Sam.
“Bucky is dating my sister!” Sam repeated, equally dramatic but a bit more irritated.
Sharon rolled her eyes. “No, I heard you,” Sharon clarified, “I was just asking; so what?”
Sam glared at her, seeming annoyed at Sharon’s teasing. “So, Bucky is dating my sister,” he said slowly, emphasizing each word.
Before Sharon could reply snarkily, Sam dropped down next to her, his head in her lap. Sharon smiled down at him fondly and ran her hands up and down his cheeks. Sam sighed, relaxing. “What’s the problem with Bucky dating your sister?” Sharon asked, patiently this time.
Sam leaned into her touch and said, almost petulant, “that she is Sarah, my sweet and amazing sister, and he is Bucky.”
Sharon huffed out a soft laugh at the way Sam had said their teammate’s name, “isn’t Bucky your best friend?”
“No,” Sam denied sharply and Sharon forgoes shaking her head at him. The two of them were best friends, no matter how much they’d deny it. “But for argument sake, if he were -” Sharon resisted a teasing smirk and instead nodded for him to continue, “- then how could he do this? It’s a total violation of the bro code.”
“If you believe in the bro code, then I think we’re going to have to break up,” Sharon joked, rubbing at his scalp.
“Sharon,” Sam would deny it later, but he whined, “What do I doooo?”
“Nothing,” Sharon answered.
Sam squinted at her, “nothing?”
“Yeah. It’s their choice.”
“But...” Sam hesitated, “what if he breaks her heart?”
“Then I’ll hunt him down and kill him,” Sharon promised. Sharon liked Sarah - she didn’t want to see her hurt either.
Sam smiled, leaning up to kiss her shortly. Sharon pecked him back, and then they leaned their foreheads against one another, grinning softly. “I should give him a shovel talk just in case,” Sam whispered against her lips and then begun to rise from the couch.
Sharon pushed him back to sit, “no.”
Sam pouted, “but-”
“Has Bucky given you any reason to distrust him?”
“Well-“
“About this?”
Sam paused. “No,” he admitted.
“Then wait with the shovel talk until their first fight.”
Sam relented, “fine.” He looked to the side at where a picture of Sarah and Sam as kid stood. Sam looked thoughtful all of a sudden, a small crease in his forehead as if he was thinking bad thoughts about the last time his sister was hurting. Sharon knew Sarah and Sam’s father had died when they were young; she wanted to kiss the frown away. “It’s still weird though,” he said quietly.
“Then you hope they’re not as publicly affectionate as us,” Sharon said and then tilted Sam’s head towards her to continue their kiss.
