Who cries first at movies: Sam, Steve, or Bucky?
Sam is the first to tear up when they had a movie night early on in their relationship; they’d been watching My Fair Lady and he’d glanced away from the screen a lot, clearing his throat and looking suspiciously shiny-eyed.
“Is… does something bad happen in this movie?” Steve asked carefully. On Sam’s other side, Bucky frowned uncertainly; he’d seen Sam with tears streaming down his face before, but Sam had also just been blasted in the arm by a particularly nasty laser (Bucky tore the offending Hydra agent apart. Not literally, but the agent certainly regretted his life choices nontheless.)
“Nah, not really– unless you count Eliza ending up with a sexist dickhead– shit, sorry, spoilers.”
“Dammit, Wilson,” Bucky muttered, “I was rooting for her.” Then he added, “Something else?”
Sam took a long time to answer; when he did, it was so quiet that anyone without super hearing might have missed it.
“This was ma’s favourite movie.”
Steve’s face crumpled into a look of pure heartbreak, and Bucky squeezed Sam’s shoulder reassuringly.
Darlene Wilson had been a vibrant, warm woman who had loved her children and community fiercely. She also had a sharp mind, a teasing smile just like Sam’s, and a penchant for taking up hobbies that … actually explained why Sam was the way he was (the latest had been rock climbing with a group of adventurous older ladies from her church.) She’d planned to go to college and major in Women’s Studies. She’d been key in organizing the new large community garden. She’d been known to have a cackle that could cut through a crowded room, a staredown that could quell the most furious person, and a hug that could ease almost any ill.
Sam missed her so much he couldn’t breathe sometimes. She had passed unexpectedly in her sleep a few months before, and Sam still found himself taking pictures of fat little birds to send to her email. The smell of fresh earth made him think “I should go help ma with her garden this Sunday” before he caught himself. My Fair Lady made him remember her voice, sweet but just a little bit offkey, singing along with “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly” and “I Could Have Danced All Night.” If she’d had the energy and was in the mood, she’d take a few turns around the small living room with Sam and his sister, making them both grin with embarrassment as though they hadn’t loved dancing with her since they were able to walk.
“I’m sorry, Sam,” Steve said, forlorn. Sam blinked a few times, not trying to stop the few tears from slipping down his cheeks.
“This– this was one of her favourite songs,” Sam said, gesturing at the screen. Hepburn twirled and beamed, reminiscing about her night out– and Bucky straightened next to Sam.
“I know this one.”
“You do?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. Bucky hadn’t seemed like the type to enjoy musicals, but they were learning a lot about each other nowadays.
“Yeah. I… dunno how. But– yeah, I’ve never seen the movie but I know this song.” Bucky smiled a little as he watched the screen, and unconsciously hummed a few snatches of the tune. He caught Sam’s eye and blushed a little.
“Your mother had, uhm… good taste. This is– I like this song.”
“Thanks, Bucky,” Sam said softly. His smile still felt a little wobbly, but he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Bucky’s cheek. It was the first time he’d done so, and Bucky couldn’t stop his own shy smile. Steve looked over the moon and squeezed Sam’s hand before murmuring, “Thank you for sharing this with us, Sam.” This moment, this film this life.
And if Sam cried a little more when Steve suddenly bounded to his feet and tried to convince them to take a few spins around the coffee table with him, it was with laughter, and imagining how happy his ma would be seeing how loved her son was now.