What about number 9 from the German fic title game?
Schadenfreude (malicious joy) for Sam and Bucky maybe? I’ve really been enjoying your Sam/Bucky fics 😊
Sam knew he shouldn't be smiling. It was the sort of thing his mama would have smacked him for, but even that wasn't enough to stop him. He deserved this.
"Say it."
Bucky grimaced, lips staying shut.
"I'm waiting," Sam said.
"It's not that easy."
Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, it really is. You fucked up, now apologize for it."
He'd never thought it was simple. Bucky had kept him updated enough on everything with Val that he recognized the sign of her sticky fingers over everything, but that didn't mean Bucky hadn't fucked up. If there was one person on that platform who'd had the ability to tell Val to fuck off and make it out okay, it was Bucky. There wasn't anything she could hold over his head that'd be worse than what'd been released in his public trial.
Bucky knew what the Avengers meant to him, and he'd thought—no, he'd known—that he meant more to Bucky than John fucking Walker. It'd been weeks of tense calls and distant talks at this point. Sam was able to explain every second of Bucky's decision making process and had come around to seeing why Bucky had done what he'd done, that it hadn't been out of some secret contempt for everything Sam believed in, but he still hadn't gotten a single sorry.
If Bucky thought Sam was gonna let him anywhere close without one, he was dead wrong. They both knew Bucky was sorry—it was painted on his face every time Sam saw him, but Sam was pretty sure that Bucky was just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn at this point. And that just made Sam push back harder. Maybe if he was lucky he'd get Bucky on his knees for this.
"We've talked about this!" Bucky tried. "You know I couldn't leave them. They'd be chewed up alive!"
"You're right," Sam agreed. "Doesn't mean you didn't mess up."
"What was I supposed to do?! Complain about the name then and there?! I had other things on my mind."
"Not me, that's for damn sure."
Bucky took a half-step forward and let out a shaky breath. "You're always on my mind."
Those baby blues would be the death of him, but Sam held strong. It didn't matter how much he hated sleeping alone if he didn't get to hear the magic words on Bucky's lips. "Then prove it."
Another step forward. "Sam..."
"James."
Bucky licked his lips, eyes darting to the side. "That's it? Really?"
Sam perked up. Bucky usually walked away at this point, frustrated by what he saw as Sam's refusal to hear him out. Sam had heard him out. It felt good to see a Bucky struggle, to fight back. There was something in seeing how far Bucky had come that made him sign his heels in further.
"I miss you."
And now he was playing dirty. "Mmhmm."
Bucky took another step, right between Sam's spread legs. It was the closest they'd been since this whole stupid fight started and maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought because his hands itched to reach up and yank Bucky down into his lap.
He clenched his arms tighter and tilted his head up to look at the other man. "I'm still waiting."
Bucky stared at him in silence.
Sam stared back.
"You know what? Fine. Have it your way," Bucky muttered before he somehow gracefully maneuvered himself onto Sam's lap. Damn assassins. "If I do this will you please let me back into the apartment? I hate the tower. I miss your cooking. I miss Alpine and I can't sleep without you and—"
"That and a whole lot more," he said, giving in and resting his hands on Bucky's thighs. He didn't know if he could hold out much longer now that Bucky was here like this. Bucky wasn't alone in his suffering, that was for damn sure. All the glee at seeing Bucky struggle was vanishing by the moment.
"Okay, good," Bucky said. "In that case, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I—"
Bucky could save the rest of it for another time. Right now, Sam had several weeks of missed time to make up for. Bucky's lips were a bit rough from where Bucky'd been gnawing on them from nerves, but Sam wasn't sure he'd ever felt anything better.
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