Flying
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Male reader
Summary: A crash that happened during your time in the air force was the driving force to your acrophobia and aviophobia, but Sam was determined to change that
A/n: I don't see enough fics for Sam, so I made one myself. Requests open
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The wind whipped around them, biting at Sam's skin, mirroring the icy fear that clawed at his boyfriend's throat. He looked down at the city lights, a dizzying tapestry of sparkling jewels against the velvet night sky. Below, the world seemed to shrink, the towering buildings transforming into insignificant playthings. "Sam," his voice cracked, raw with terror, "I can't. I can't do this."
Sam's heart ached. He knew how deeply the fear was rooted, how the memory of the crash, the flames, the screams, haunted his boyfriend's every waking moment. He reached out, his hand finding its way to the other man's, his touch a silent promise of strength, of unwavering support.
"You don't have to," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress. "We can stop whenever you want. I just... I want you to feel the freedom of flight again. To know that the sky isn't a place of terror, but of wonder."
He saw the flicker of doubt in his boyfriend's eyes, the way his knuckles whitened around the railing, the way his breath hitched in his throat. But then, something shifted in his gaze. A flicker of longing, a desperate yearning for the feeling of the wind beneath his wings, the exhilaration of soaring above the clouds.
"I trust you," his boyfriend finally murmured, his voice barely audible against the howling wind. "But what if I get scared?"
"Then we come down," Sam assured him, his voice firm yet gentle. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
He pulled his boyfriend close, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of their clothes. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a low rumble against his ear. "Always."
And then, with a deep breath, Sam launched himself into the air, pulling his boyfriend along with him. The initial surge of fear was immediate, a tidal wave of panic threatening to consume him. But then, Sam's arms tightened around him, his grip a comforting anchor. He felt Sam's steady heartbeat against his back, a rhythmic counterpoint to the frantic pounding of his own.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the fear began to recede. The wind, once a terrifying force, now became a symphony, a soothing caress against his skin. He looked down at the city lights, no longer a dizzying spectacle, but a breathtaking panorama. He felt a sense of peace, a quiet joy he hadn't experienced in years.
They soared through the night sky, Sam guiding him with gentle words, his voice a steady reassurance in the wind. And as the minutes passed, the fear began to fade, replaced by a sense of wonder, of exhilaration. He was flying again.
Over the next few months, they continued their flights, each one a little longer, a little higher. Sam was patient, understanding, never pushing him beyond his limits. He celebrated every small victory, every moment of calm, every breath that didn't catch in his throat.
Finally, one evening, as they soared above the city, Sam turned to him. "Why don't you try them?" he suggested softly. "Just for a moment."
His boyfriend hesitated, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Then, with a shaky breath, he agreed to try out the falcon wings. The initial movements were hesitant, clumsy, but slowly, tentatively, he began to guide them through the air.
Sam watched, his heart swelling with pride. He saw the fear in his boyfriend's eyes slowly transform into a look of wonder, of exhilaration. He was flying. He was free.
The crash, the flames, the screams β they were still there, lurking in the shadows of his memory. But for the first time in years, they were no longer the defining moments of his life. He had faced his fear, conquered his demons, and found joy in the sky once more.
And as he soared through the night sky, he knew that this was just the beginning.
