[There's no resistance against Sam's prompting, his limbs loose and easy to maneuver. But even as his arms are wrapped around Sam's waist, even as hes offered up the comfort he's only recently come to understand is open to him, Bucky doesn't move. Doesn't do anything more that stay perfectly still.
Until the request comes.
Then, his arms move, his hold tightening around Sam's body. His fingers end up twisted in the fabric of his shirt, the space between them disappearing in its entirety as he shifts closer. As he give Sam exactly what he's asking for. (As he takes exactly what he needs.)
The fact that Sam is willing to give him this still means more to him that he could ever truly explain. Their friendship has been a decade in the making, has involved more than one attempt on Sam's life. A shared loss of the one person who connected them. Six months of silence, followed by weeks of arguing and fighting. Walker, the Flagsmashers, Zemo. And still, Sam had given him yet another chance. Had opened up his home, his family, and let him in close. And here he is, doing exactly the same thing. Putting his own safety on the line, for a man who once tried to kill him.
He sure as hell hasn't done anything in his life to deserve to have a person like Sam in it. But he's willing to do whatever it takes to earn it now.]
Ain't going anywhere.
[His words are equally as quiet, a whispered response against Sam's neck. There's a reason he'd had the conversation with Viveca that night. A reason he'd gone to bed with the express purpose of speaking with the orbs. Of changing his regret, no matter how much it may have cost him to do it. And that reason is Sam.]
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Until the request comes.
Then, his arms move, his hold tightening around Sam's body. His fingers end up twisted in the fabric of his shirt, the space between them disappearing in its entirety as he shifts closer. As he give Sam exactly what he's asking for. (As he takes exactly what he needs.)
The fact that Sam is willing to give him this still means more to him that he could ever truly explain. Their friendship has been a decade in the making, has involved more than one attempt on Sam's life. A shared loss of the one person who connected them. Six months of silence, followed by weeks of arguing and fighting. Walker, the Flagsmashers, Zemo. And still, Sam had given him yet another chance. Had opened up his home, his family, and let him in close. And here he is, doing exactly the same thing. Putting his own safety on the line, for a man who once tried to kill him.
He sure as hell hasn't done anything in his life to deserve to have a person like Sam in it. But he's willing to do whatever it takes to earn it now.]
Ain't going anywhere.
[His words are equally as quiet, a whispered response against Sam's neck. There's a reason he'd had the conversation with Viveca that night. A reason he'd gone to bed with the express purpose of speaking with the orbs. Of changing his regret, no matter how much it may have cost him to do it. And that reason is Sam.]
Not anymore.