[ Sam swallows. Lets the hug grow tighter, and feels how much Steve needs that. Perhaps he needs it, too. He doesn't feel those five years, but he has to live with the knowledge of them anyway. That he was dead, that his loved ones grieved him.
That Steve had to grieve him.
Five long years.
Sam's arms tighten around Steve, too. ]
I'm here, Steve. Right here. You saved me.
[ Saved all of them, really. But in this room, in this space, it's Sam, not the entire world. ]
[ Tony saved them all but that's not important right now. The details don't matter.
What matters is the moment. He's got Sam here. He's alive. Steve's got him close and it doesn't seem like he's going to have to let go any time soon. It's good. Things are finally good.
More tension drops from Steve and he leans heavily into Sam. He just wants to stay like this for awhile. Forever maybe. Or just five years. Maybe then he'd let Sam go ahead. ]
[ Natasha did as well. But Sam can't invoke the names of the dead right now. For his own sake, as well as Steve's, what matters is this moment right here. For just a little while, nothing else can exist.
A smile. Sam lightly turns his head towards Steve, his voice ending up a warm, deep rumble right next to Steve's ear. ]
Well... no one's topping 'on your left' as a battlefield entrance anytime soon, that's damn sure.
[ To the rescue? Always. And as for the near future... ]
[ Something in Steve jumps a little. That feeling he had before everything went to hell. Something he thought about acting on time and time again but held back because he really didn't know what he'd do if he scared Sam off. ]
You sure?
[ Just because he wants to doesn't mean he should. He needs to know Sam wants him to as well. They both want this. That's more important than anything else. Whatever Steve feels he needs this to be fore the both of them. ]
[ Sam doesn't move out of the tight hug, but he slightly pulls his head back, just to make sure they can look each other in the eyes for a moment. Blue, like the open sky Sam likes to lose himself in. ]
'bout you? Always have been.
[ It sounds a bit cheeky, but the sincerity runs deep, and Sam's not smiling in the way that indicates he's just teasing. He wants Steve close, doesn't want to pretend it's anything else. It's entirely possible this changed over the course of five years, but even if it did... Sam would want Steve to stay. The closer the better, but anything is good as long as he's here. ]
[ Steve doesn't know what else he can say. He's struck again by Sam's courage and loyalty and caring. How genuine he is. How much he means what he says. How deep it strikes Steve, down to the very core of him. ]
I really want to stay. [ He admits with a big sigh. ] Just need you in easy reach for awhile.
[ It'll wear off eventually, right? This need he feels to have him close and to touch him all the time. That'll fade with time. He just has to adjust to Sam being back and trust that he's back for good. ]
[ Sam's heart beat a little hard against his rib cage for a moment. Because it's different right - it's a friend lost and regained, sure, but Steve is here and not with Bucky, so there's a difference there that Sam hopes he's not reading wrong. ]
Then stay. [ In easy reach. ] Stay with me.
[ If Sam could promise that he's never going to leave again, never going to be taken from Steve again, he would. It's not within his power to make that promise, but what's easily within his power is the one thing he wants to do anyway - and that is to be by Steve's side. ]
[ That's not something either of them can promise. Steve is very aware of that. Maybe that's part of the worry. He could lose Sam again tomorrow if he's not careful. He could lose him in the blink of an eye. ]
I should... clean up a little. [ Steve draws back a little. He didn't even check on his own room. He came here and let himself in. He came to see Sam before he did anything else really. ] You, uh, you just do whatever before I interrupted.
[ He'll stay. Of course Steve will stay. He can step away from Sam and it won't be anything awful. ]
[ A beat or two passes. Sam just watches Steve's face. What he sees flicker there, that slight undercurrent of worry, perhaps fear, makes Sam hesitate in turn. After a moment: ]
Do you remember those two months in Sweden, when you and I had to bunk together and there was only the one bed? And afterwards, in the next safe house, we had separate rooms again. First few nights, I could barely sleep. Got so used to having you right there...
[ Sam never shares his own vulnerabilities unless it's about connecting to someone else's wounds. So... ]
You don't have to let go, if it's hard right now. If you'd rather keep me in reach. [ His gaze drops down as if flustered, then back up to Steve's face. ] Do you want to ask me to come with you? [ Into the bathroom. Into the shower. Sam doesn't mind. He's offering. ]
[ Ah, hell. The world ended. Steve went through five years of misery but trying his best to help others. Maybe it's time he did something for himself for once. ]
You can tell me to go if I cross a line. [ He moves his hands to Sam's face and draws him in for a soft, careful kiss. It's been awhile since he's kissed someone and he's never kissed a guy before but Steve tries his best anyway.
There was a reason he felt Sam's absence so acutely for those five years. There's a reason he wanted Sam at his side again. Feelings that he was too nervous to do anything about while they were on the run.
They're not on the run anymore. Steve's got no excuse to chicken out of this. He's going to take the risk and make it clear to Sam why he wants to stay so badly. ]
[ There's an immediate sigh of relief - over the fact that those five years haven't eroded what could have been, as much as it pains me that it means he'd been an open wound for Steve for that long. And Sam understands - Steve and him have always shared similar pains in Riley, Peggy, Bucky. Not all the same, but scars that have similar shapes.
So when Steve cups his face and kisses him so soft and careful, Sam leans into him. Welcomes him home with an equally soft kiss. It's so sweet and tender. Sam can tell Steve's not exactly had practice, but he enjoys the kiss so very much for how genuine and earnest it feels.
Cross a line? Tell Steve to go? No, never. And Sam silently tells him as much, with the sweet return of that tender kiss, with arms around Steve to make sure he can feel just how wanted he is in this space. ]
[ Steve brushes his thumbs back and forth against Sam's cheeks as he draws back from the kiss. He rests his forehead against Sam's. ]
I just really want to stay close to you.
[ That's the best way he can say it. Steve just wants to stay close. Whatever that leads to. Whatever that means to Sam. It means something romantic but he understands that might not be something Sam's ready for right now.
Even though he did just kiss him back.
As long as Steve can stay close, that's all that matters. He only needs to stay close and have Sam near. ]
[ Sam nods, enjoying the physical closeness. Forehead to forehead, just breathing together. The way Steve cradles his face like Sam is oh so precious. ]
I want to stay close to you, too.
[ A small, soft kiss, so chaste it's barely there. ]
Tonight. Tomorrow.
[ He swallows, emotion catching up for a moment. ]
I didn't want to assume that after five years... that you still wanted to go where we were heading before. [ A beat, and just in case it wasn't clear enough: ] I do. I want you closer.
Sam. [ There's a brief hint of a smile. ] It's not like I'm really good at moving on once I get feelings for someone.
[ Okay, he coached a lot of people through but Steve never took that advice himself. He just couldn't bring himself to. It felt weirdly like a betrayal. Like he was letting Sam down somehow.
And here they are, five years later. Steve's feelings are just as strong, just as certain as before. ]
[ There's a touch of sadness to the smile that tugs on Sam's lips - because it's true, Steve is not good at moving on, at letting go. At least, not like this. Breaks Sam's heart a bit - and makes him feel loved in a strange, impossible way. To know that he was grieved. To know that affections for him persisted that deeply.
Love, whispers a small voice at the back of his mind. Early to name it only if you shy away from a very obvious truth.
The melancholy fades at Steve's next words, leaving Sam's smile sweet and perhaps just a little suggestive. ]
How 'bout the closest we could be? [ Another soft kiss. ] Come to bed with me, Steve.
Yeah, yeah, just... just let me have a quick shower. [ Because he's still carrying the battlefield with him. He's definitely dirty and sweaty and not really in any state to sleep next to anyone except back on that battlefield.
But they're not roughing it in the field. Steve can clean up. Sam cleaned up. Clearly, he's got to give the same attention. ]
Three minutes. Army special. [ A cold quick shower might actually clear Steve's head. And a clear head might be a double edged sword of letting the nerves build. ] Just wait for me, okay?
[ They can climb into bed together. If Sam waits. ]
[ a firm nod. ] well got time. You don't gotta rush quite so bad. I'll be right here.
[ he wants to offer to join Steve, but Sam has a suspicion they won'tmake it out of the shower for way too long a time if he does. That's a plan for later though.
[ A cold shower would probably put Steve in a worse state of mind given the memories it brings back. He smiles a little at Sam's words. The man knows him well and God, Steve's missed that. ]
Not too cold.
[ He strokes his hand down Sam's arm before he ducks away and into the bathroom for the shower. He lets the water heat up while he strips down, leaving the dirty and torn Captain America uniform on the sink counter.
That's tomorrow's problem.
Right now, Steve washes up, scrubbing away dirt and dried blood. Whatever remains of Thanos is washed down the drain and Steve comes out clean.
He comes out a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist. ]
[ Sam doesn't quite stay rooted to the spot where Steve left him in the meantime. He closes the curtains after a lingering glance outside, checks the nightstand, activates Redwing's good night protocol, sets his own phone to silent other than the few emergency contacts he is in there. Hesitates, then puts on some music to fill the silence. Something he knows Steve will enjoy, too, just crooning softly in the background. Sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, fidgeting with the sleeve of his bath robe.
There's a soft fluttering of nerves in him, but not unpleasant. Anticipation more than anything.
When the water shuts off, Sam gets up, moves back to where Steve and him were standing a moment ago, just so that Steve will indeed find Sam where he left him. It's more literal than his promise was intended, but he intends the gesture to be sweet. Allows himself to drink in the sight of Steve like this. Clean and in nothing but a towel. More than the appealing sight though, it's the face that Sam's eyes catch and linger on, free of battlefield grime now. ]
[ He tucks the towel securely around his waist and walks over to Sam. Steve reaches for his hand and laces their fingers together. ]
I don't know about you but I feel ready to get some rest.
[ Lying down in bed and tangling himself around Sam is all Steve's thinking about. He wants to get his arms around him and hold him close, make sure he can't go anywhere. It's a protective need. Maybe even a little possessive need.
Steve's got a lot of emotions right now but there's one thing clear in his head. Get in bed and hold Sam close. Don't let anything touch them for a few hours. Maybe they can forget the world for a few hours. ]
[ Sam can't help the little flip his stomach does when Steve laces their fingers together. The touch makes things feel more real than the kisses did. Is that weird? Maybe. It just grounds him. Makes him look at his hand in Steve's and not think about how he watched his fingertips crumble to ash and dust and nothing.
Sam tugs Steve towards the bed, gets in first and lets Steve get in after, lets him become a wall between Sam and the rest of the world. Only thing Sam needs right now is to be able to still see Steve - chest to chest, not spooning, not right now. So Sam tucks himself against Steve's chest, lets the few inches Steve has on him do a lot of heavy lifting here. Sam's not delicate by any means, but there's a sense of feeling guarded and safe right here for him. ]
[ Steve wraps himself around Sam under the covers holding him up against his chest, an arm firmly around his back. He nuzzles into Sam's hair and takes a deep breath. Tension simply bleeds out of him. ]
This is good.
[ This is exactly what he needs.
He can feel Sam's breath against his skin. He's warm and whole in his arms. It's hard to believe it has been five years since he could touch him like this. ]
[ Sam's face is tucked against Steve's neck, soft puffs off breath over this pulse. He can feel Steve breathe him in, and it makes his chest feel tight and warm. ]
You can hold on a little tighter, if you'd like.
[ Sam stops himself, swallows. Then adds, a little more quietly: ]
I think... I'd like that.
[ And maybe, just maybe, after saying that, he tucks himself a little closer, too. Lets Steve hold him more - allows himself to be fully held, too.
He's alive. And so is Steve, no longer a lone figure facing an army. The scariest thing Sam's seen in a long time, other than his own body crumbling away, and Riley falling. ]
[ Sam doesn't have to say anything else. He tightens his hold on him making sure Sam is well pressed against him. He even tries to tangle their legs together under the blankets to make sure Sam feels like he's safe and secure.
Of course Steve went to face Thanos alone. He had to. It's what he does. He'll probably have to do it again in the future. The future they're not going to think about tonight.
There is just them and right now and that's it. That's all that matters in the world right now. ]
[ Sam would be a hypocrite to wish Steve wouldn't do things like that - especially when Sam knows damn wall he'd do the same, come hell or high water. It's a little scary to know they're both like that - and yet it's comforting, too. Feels like flying with a wingman again, even if Steve doesn't have wings.
They lie curled together for a long time, forgetting the world outside. Sam can't erase five years of grief in one night, but he can make sure Steve gets to drink his fill of holding Sam tight, of hopefully feeling like nothing and nobody can take Sam away from Steve again.
For the longest time, they just breathe and rest, soaking up each other in this space. Sam suspects sleep isn't close for either of them - he's exhausted, but he doesn't want to drift away right now, not fully. Wants to keep existing in this moment rather than dozing off. And after a long time, once everything is dark and quiet outside, long past the time where anyone else is even still awake, Sam softly asks: ]
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That Steve had to grieve him.
Five long years.
Sam's arms tighten around Steve, too. ]
I'm here, Steve. Right here. You saved me.
[ Saved all of them, really. But in this room, in this space, it's Sam, not the entire world. ]
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What matters is the moment. He's got Sam here. He's alive. Steve's got him close and it doesn't seem like he's going to have to let go any time soon. It's good. Things are finally good.
More tension drops from Steve and he leans heavily into Sam. He just wants to stay like this for awhile. Forever maybe. Or just five years. Maybe then he'd let Sam go ahead. ]
Like hell, Sam. You saved me this time.
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A smile. Sam lightly turns his head towards Steve, his voice ending up a warm, deep rumble right next to Steve's ear. ]
Well... no one's topping 'on your left' as a battlefield entrance anytime soon, that's damn sure.
[ To the rescue? Always. And as for the near future... ]
Stay here tonight.
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You sure?
[ Just because he wants to doesn't mean he should. He needs to know Sam wants him to as well. They both want this. That's more important than anything else. Whatever Steve feels he needs this to be fore the both of them. ]
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'bout you? Always have been.
[ It sounds a bit cheeky, but the sincerity runs deep, and Sam's not smiling in the way that indicates he's just teasing. He wants Steve close, doesn't want to pretend it's anything else. It's entirely possible this changed over the course of five years, but even if it did... Sam would want Steve to stay. The closer the better, but anything is good as long as he's here. ]
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[ Steve doesn't know what else he can say. He's struck again by Sam's courage and loyalty and caring. How genuine he is. How much he means what he says. How deep it strikes Steve, down to the very core of him. ]
I really want to stay. [ He admits with a big sigh. ] Just need you in easy reach for awhile.
[ It'll wear off eventually, right? This need he feels to have him close and to touch him all the time. That'll fade with time. He just has to adjust to Sam being back and trust that he's back for good. ]
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Then stay. [ In easy reach. ] Stay with me.
[ If Sam could promise that he's never going to leave again, never going to be taken from Steve again, he would. It's not within his power to make that promise, but what's easily within his power is the one thing he wants to do anyway - and that is to be by Steve's side. ]
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I should... clean up a little. [ Steve draws back a little. He didn't even check on his own room. He came here and let himself in. He came to see Sam before he did anything else really. ] You, uh, you just do whatever before I interrupted.
[ He'll stay. Of course Steve will stay. He can step away from Sam and it won't be anything awful. ]
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Do you remember those two months in Sweden, when you and I had to bunk together and there was only the one bed? And afterwards, in the next safe house, we had separate rooms again. First few nights, I could barely sleep. Got so used to having you right there...
[ Sam never shares his own vulnerabilities unless it's about connecting to someone else's wounds. So... ]
You don't have to let go, if it's hard right now. If you'd rather keep me in reach. [ His gaze drops down as if flustered, then back up to Steve's face. ] Do you want to ask me to come with you? [ Into the bathroom. Into the shower. Sam doesn't mind. He's offering. ]
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You can tell me to go if I cross a line. [ He moves his hands to Sam's face and draws him in for a soft, careful kiss. It's been awhile since he's kissed someone and he's never kissed a guy before but Steve tries his best anyway.
There was a reason he felt Sam's absence so acutely for those five years. There's a reason he wanted Sam at his side again. Feelings that he was too nervous to do anything about while they were on the run.
They're not on the run anymore. Steve's got no excuse to chicken out of this. He's going to take the risk and make it clear to Sam why he wants to stay so badly. ]
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So when Steve cups his face and kisses him so soft and careful, Sam leans into him. Welcomes him home with an equally soft kiss. It's so sweet and tender. Sam can tell Steve's not exactly had practice, but he enjoys the kiss so very much for how genuine and earnest it feels.
Cross a line? Tell Steve to go? No, never. And Sam silently tells him as much, with the sweet return of that tender kiss, with arms around Steve to make sure he can feel just how wanted he is in this space. ]
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I just really want to stay close to you.
[ That's the best way he can say it. Steve just wants to stay close. Whatever that leads to. Whatever that means to Sam. It means something romantic but he understands that might not be something Sam's ready for right now.
Even though he did just kiss him back.
As long as Steve can stay close, that's all that matters. He only needs to stay close and have Sam near. ]
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I want to stay close to you, too.
[ A small, soft kiss, so chaste it's barely there. ]
Tonight. Tomorrow.
[ He swallows, emotion catching up for a moment. ]
I didn't want to assume that after five years... that you still wanted to go where we were heading before. [ A beat, and just in case it wasn't clear enough: ] I do. I want you closer.
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[ Okay, he coached a lot of people through but Steve never took that advice himself. He just couldn't bring himself to. It felt weirdly like a betrayal. Like he was letting Sam down somehow.
And here they are, five years later. Steve's feelings are just as strong, just as certain as before. ]
Closer is good. However close you want to get.
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Love, whispers a small voice at the back of his mind. Early to name it only if you shy away from a very obvious truth.
The melancholy fades at Steve's next words, leaving Sam's smile sweet and perhaps just a little suggestive. ]
How 'bout the closest we could be? [ Another soft kiss. ] Come to bed with me, Steve.
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But they're not roughing it in the field. Steve can clean up. Sam cleaned up. Clearly, he's got to give the same attention. ]
Three minutes. Army special. [ A cold quick shower might actually clear Steve's head. And a clear head might be a double edged sword of letting the nerves build. ] Just wait for me, okay?
[ They can climb into bed together. If Sam waits. ]
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[ he wants to offer to join Steve, but Sam has a suspicion they won'tmake it out of the shower for way too long a time if he does. That's a plan for later though.
His smile deepens. ]
And not too cold.
[ He has to tease a little, doesn't he. ]
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Not too cold.
[ He strokes his hand down Sam's arm before he ducks away and into the bathroom for the shower. He lets the water heat up while he strips down, leaving the dirty and torn Captain America uniform on the sink counter.
That's tomorrow's problem.
Right now, Steve washes up, scrubbing away dirt and dried blood. Whatever remains of Thanos is washed down the drain and Steve comes out clean.
He comes out a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist. ]
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There's a soft fluttering of nerves in him, but not unpleasant. Anticipation more than anything.
When the water shuts off, Sam gets up, moves back to where Steve and him were standing a moment ago, just so that Steve will indeed find Sam where he left him. It's more literal than his promise was intended, but he intends the gesture to be sweet. Allows himself to drink in the sight of Steve like this. Clean and in nothing but a towel. More than the appealing sight though, it's the face that Sam's eyes catch and linger on, free of battlefield grime now. ]
There you are.
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Yeah, there you are.
[ He tucks the towel securely around his waist and walks over to Sam. Steve reaches for his hand and laces their fingers together. ]
I don't know about you but I feel ready to get some rest.
[ Lying down in bed and tangling himself around Sam is all Steve's thinking about. He wants to get his arms around him and hold him close, make sure he can't go anywhere. It's a protective need. Maybe even a little possessive need.
Steve's got a lot of emotions right now but there's one thing clear in his head. Get in bed and hold Sam close. Don't let anything touch them for a few hours. Maybe they can forget the world for a few hours. ]
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Sam tugs Steve towards the bed, gets in first and lets Steve get in after, lets him become a wall between Sam and the rest of the world. Only thing Sam needs right now is to be able to still see Steve - chest to chest, not spooning, not right now. So Sam tucks himself against Steve's chest, lets the few inches Steve has on him do a lot of heavy lifting here. Sam's not delicate by any means, but there's a sense of feeling guarded and safe right here for him. ]
This good?
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This is good.
[ This is exactly what he needs.
He can feel Sam's breath against his skin. He's warm and whole in his arms. It's hard to believe it has been five years since he could touch him like this. ]
Yeah, this is great.
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You can hold on a little tighter, if you'd like.
[ Sam stops himself, swallows. Then adds, a little more quietly: ]
I think... I'd like that.
[ And maybe, just maybe, after saying that, he tucks himself a little closer, too. Lets Steve hold him more - allows himself to be fully held, too.
He's alive. And so is Steve, no longer a lone figure facing an army. The scariest thing Sam's seen in a long time, other than his own body crumbling away, and Riley falling. ]
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Of course Steve went to face Thanos alone. He had to. It's what he does. He'll probably have to do it again in the future. The future they're not going to think about tonight.
There is just them and right now and that's it. That's all that matters in the world right now. ]
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They lie curled together for a long time, forgetting the world outside. Sam can't erase five years of grief in one night, but he can make sure Steve gets to drink his fill of holding Sam tight, of hopefully feeling like nothing and nobody can take Sam away from Steve again.
For the longest time, they just breathe and rest, soaking up each other in this space. Sam suspects sleep isn't close for either of them - he's exhausted, but he doesn't want to drift away right now, not fully. Wants to keep existing in this moment rather than dozing off. And after a long time, once everything is dark and quiet outside, long past the time where anyone else is even still awake, Sam softly asks: ]
How are you doing? Really, I mean.
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