#falconstcr

      Ben rolls his eyes as Sam speaks, shooting the pilot a pointed look as they head back. His helmet is dropped onto a crate near his ship, and he removes his gloves as they walk. “You know saying you’re the ‘best damn pilot’ this rebellion has seen isn’t really PROVING it. You had your chance up there.” 

    “Now, who you suppose to be?”

sam was incredibly endearing when rambling.

his movements and voice became wrapped with an energy that only he could bring to the conversation. it brought passing glances towards him when strangers caught movement in the corner of their eye. it almost made bucky feel pride over the fact he was lucky enough to experience this behavior on a normal basis. 

it gave him the ability to focus on something that wasn’t silence, to constantly remember exactly why he had fallen in love with sam in the first place. his energy was both contagious and comforting. it allowed bucky to feel like a bit like a security blanket was constantly available. especially when sam grounds the soldier with physical contact.

their fingers intertwined instantly, warmth welcome in bucky’s palm. he looked down at their hands purely out of instinct. rough skin offered such a soft touch that buck hadn’t even thought he’d feel again. his thumb brushed over sam’s knuckles as he stared. it was hard to tear his eyes away. something so small, so casual, was so so important to the soldier.

he felt the entire world around them essentially melt away as his attention focused entirely on sam. nothing else mattered. this man was his grounding force. through everything that had happened since their paths crossed, from a brainwashed soldier attempting to kill him to the two of them being the last two fighting behind the iconic shield, sam was still there. still willing to be by his side no matter what else they happened to face.

bucky squeezed sam’s hand during a brief moment sam stopped to breathe. an easy way to remind sam that he was listening, was holding onto every word. but also an easy way to remind himself that this was real. this was what he got to wake up to and live with every day. he was human. he was here. and that’s all bucky really needed.

"you don’t ruin everything.” bucky held an indifferent look on his face as he pulled fries out of the bag sam brought home. “you’re like a red wine. you have a lovely, full taste with depth that only ruins some things when spilled on clothes and furniture.”

enough of his hair had gotten singed in their most recent fight. the sort of damage that’s easier to cut off than try and grow. he knew it had been a good idea. understood that it was pointless to try and work around it for however many months it would take. 

still, he couldn’t shake the feeling he had essentially cut off a part of himself. closed a chapter of his life he didn’t want to let go of. the only reminder he’d had of everything he’d gone through in the past few years, both good and bad. he couldn’t help the way he tightly grabbed sam’s arm despite the fact they were simply sitting on a couch.

“i don’t like it.”