Coming Home (Chap. 10)
Sweet family bonding before the seriousness! Sam and Bucky are honestly the cutest, I love them. Also, Clint. Because just… all the Clint feels.
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“On your left!” Clint called as he went jogging past Sam and Bucky, and then he burst out laughing. “I never thought I would get to say that! No wonder Steve says it all the time!”
“Jesus Christ.” Sam muttered, completely annoyed. “Damn archer comes out for one run and thinks he’s an Olympian.”
“Yeah well, let him have his moment.” Bucky took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, head back to stare up at the branches and leaves above him. “He’s only passing us because we are walking. It’s a one time occurrence. Every other day this week we’ve kicked his ass.”
“I guess.” Sam grumbled, but he reached over and took Bucky’s hand, linking their fingers together and pulling him a little closer so their wings brushed as they walked the trail through the trees.
They had gone out for a long run every day since Bucky had been home. Family breakfast without Tony was something of a somber affair, so Sam had dragged all three of the male omegas outside with him, running them hard until he was ready to stop, then taking the long way back to the tower, wandering through the trails and taking their time together.
Today was the fourth day out, and the they had all started out running together, but after a few miles Sam and slowed to a walk and called for Bucky to slow down as well. They had been passed no less than six times on the trail by Steve, and once just now by an overly excited Clint, but they were content to walk in the relative quiet of the woods and just be together.
“I never want to see sand again.” Bucky said after a long time and Sam smirked. “I mean honestly, who wants sand? It sucks.”
“Beaches are pretty good.” Sam countered. “Pretty people in hardly any clothes. Beautiful water. Warm sand to lay on. Not all sand sucks.”