is there an audience for sambucky time travel..? (40s bucky in post tbolts* future)
am writing it anyway lol bc i count as audience
“You never told me how we know each other,” he said, trying to make conversation.
Complicated? “Do we… Do you not like me?”
Sam hesitated. He gave Bucky a very long, very sad look. “I like you, Buck.”
Buck. He calls me Buck. There weren’t many people who knew Bucky by that name. And those who did, well… Huh. I wonder if—
“Do you know Steve? Steve Rogers?”
Sam nodded, slowly. “I did.”
Bucky’s heart sank. Sure, he was in the future, but hearing his best friend referred to in the past tense did not bode well. He had felt so guilty when he’d shipped out. Leaving Steve alone was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
Rubbing his face, Sam grimaced. “Look, man. I’m not usually – I want to help you. I really do. But there’s someone I need to talk to right now, and the thought of it makes me want to pull my goddamn hair out. And I know you’ve done nothing wrong, but unfortunately your whole—” he gestured vaguely at Bucky – “this, isn’t helping. And – Jesus, would you cool it with the eyes?”
“Your stupid puppy dog eyes, fucking hell, they’re even worse than usual.”
“Usual,” he repeated. “I usually… make eyes at you?”
Sam nearly choked, his eyebrows shooting towards his hairline. “You – uh – what? No, no, that’s not what I meant. At all.”
And Bucky couldn’t fight the smile threatening to show on his face, because how intriguing. Sam Wilson, who was thus far serious and composed and, despite his denial, at least a little angelic, was stumbling over his words. Because of Bucky. And his eyes. He had to admit, it was rather flattering.
Bucky felt a flutter of interest in his chest. This probably wasn’t the time for it, but he felt it nonetheless.
It wasn't the time for flirting, either, but he found himself asking, “Would you like me to make eyes at you?”
Sam opened and closed his mouth, like he didn’t know what to say. And then – amazingly – he smiled. A smile so big, so bright, that Bucky almost forgot where he was and what they were talking about. Sam’s eyes crinkled pleasantly, the lines a perfect imperfection, just like the gap between his front teeth.
There was another flutter in Bucky’s chest, more insistent than the last.
“Man, you are just… You know, I’ve heard stories,” said Sam, shaking his head minutely. “Sergeant James Barnes,” he continued, making his voice deep and deliberate, like he was announcing some kind of sports game. “I bet you caused quite a stir, back where you’re from.”
“I do well for myself,” said Bucky, a pleased flush on his cheeks.
this fic is nowhere near done but posting this to motivate myself to keep going :)) *mwah* love you guys !!
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