#samjoaquin

John: Shut up it’s a compliment.

Joaquin: Ride into the sky eh? Hey Sam we sho-

Sam: Absolutely not.

Joaquin: It sounds fun!

Sam: I’m gonna cut your wings off and fry them.

Void: Sounds hot.

@samsseptember prompt - Wings || Angel

Joaquin had jokingly called Sam his angel years earlier. It had been a minor mission before they started dating. He’d found himself in a bit of a scrape and Sam had swept down from the sky. Joaquin had hit his head pretty hard. Later, he’d find out it was a minor concussion. He had stared up at Sam as he seemed to come through the crowds and said in a confused voice, “That’s my angel…”

Now, they were dating, and Sam had once again swooped down to his rescue. This mission, he was far worse off. That concussion from a few years back was looking pretty good. He cradled his clearly broken arm against his chest, head lolling back. Those guys were aggressive in trying to get what they wanted. Luckily, Sam’s arrival had scared them off, but he was pretty outnumbered. Long story short, they had beaten the shit out of him. 

It was, unfortunately, just part of the job. 

Joaquin had always accepted the dangers of being in the air force. It just was what it was and he knew that he was up fpr that challenge. He looked up and saw Sam swoop down, a smirk on his face. 

“My angel has returned,” he muttered, holding his arm tight and wondering if Sam recalled their earlier conversation. Joaquin felt a warmth spread through him and he was just relieved. “You’re back again, Sam.” 

“What the hell happened?” Sam asked as he helped Joaquin sit up. He was absolutely in pain, but he was trying to ignore it. He didn’t want Sam to think that he was too hurt to move. He didn’t want Sam to worry. But god, it hurt. It hurt badly. “J, you okay?”

He hadn’t even noticed his head had been lolling back until Sam said something. 

“Not feeling great,” he admitted. His head was pounding and his vision blurred. He felt like he was going to pass out. If he passed out, he was going to be humiliated. “I got in a little bit over my head. I’m sorry.” 

“No need to apologize,” Sam said, stroking a hand against his cheek. Joaquin found himself leaning in easily. It felt so good, so comforting. 

“My angel.”

“Yeah guess you needed an angel.”

Sam heard his name being called out softly and turned around to find a nervous-looking Joaquin standing there.

"What's up?" Sam asked, feeling slightly worried, thanks to the expression on Joaquin's face.

"Do you uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Wow, this is harder than I thought it would be."

"What's going on, man? You're kinda scaring me here."

"Sorry!" Joaquin apologized quickly. "I don't usually do this so I am a little nervous."

"Don't do what?"

Sam's eyes widened when Joaquin leaned in and kissed him. It was just a gentle press of his lips against Sam's and it ended as quickly as it started.

"Do that," Joaquin replied.

Sam just stood there stunned, thinking what the hell was happening.

"I was just wondering... do you maybe wanna go out sometime? For dinner? With me?" Joaquin nervously asked, rubbing the back of his neck again.

Sam mulled over the question. He had feelings for Bucky so it probably wouldn't be a good idea to pursue things with Joaquin. But Bucky didn't reciprocate Sam's feelings so maybe it was for the best for him to move on.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan." Sam nervously bit down on his lip. "But before we go on a date I need to tell you something."

"You have feelings for Barnes," Joaquin said much to Sam's surprise.

"How did you--"

"It's kinda written all over your face. But I don't mind. This is just a date, right? Let's see where it takes us."

"Yeah," Sam replied, smiling at him. "Since when did you get so mature?"