#samtember2021

223w | Rated T | for @samwilsonfest

Pale sun filters in through the shades, lightning the room. Sam blinks, rising slowly into consciousness. His body is curled against Steve’s, an arm thrown around him, legs entwined. Nat slumbers on his other side and Bucky just passed her, starfished out in the remaining space on the giant bed they share. Sam breathes quietly, enjoying the silence as the morning light brightens and fills their space, his friends and lovers still sleeping quietly after yesterday’s (and last night’s) exertions.

His recollections of last night are a little hazy… they’d gotten back to the Avengers tower after the mission and the post-mission debrief had turned into something quite a bit more enjoyable. Sam tries to stretch discreetly and not jostle Steve or Nat. There’s a lingering ache throughout his body, but it's a pleasant one. A reminder that his slightly more human body enjoys the pleasure other people can bring it.

Over Nat’s form, he sees Bucky crack an eye open and they make eye contact, Bucky cracking a lazy half smile that makes Sam’s heart contract almost painfully. He can see Bucky make a quick threat assessment, running his eyes over every corner of the room before closing them again, smile still on his face. Sam smiles to himself and snuggles deeper into the bed and Steve’s embrace, drifting back into sleep.

(Everyone Lives And Is Happy!AU because I said so, damnit.)