"Because I love you!" Sam/Bucky if inspiration strikes, if not no worries! Your tags reminded me I really really need to work on my RBB fic, good luck with yours!!
Oh good luck with yours too, Chris!! We can cry to each other about how deadlines make everything worse (it’s science).
Bucky wakes up with 200-something pounds of hunk draped across his body. It’s not particularly uncomfortable. Sam’s actually really cozy and warm against him. If there’s one thing Bucky likes nowadays, it’s waking up warm. The other thing he likes is waking up next to someone else, his favorite person in the world. Even if said someone is drooling on his shoulder a little.
Bucky could easily push Sam off of him gently and get up. He does it all the time, so he already knows exactly what Sam would do. He’d make a sleepy complaining noise and stretch with his eyes still closed. Then he’d grab both Bucky’s pillows and share of the blanket and curl back up to sleep. It’s just as cute as it sounds.
Or, maybe he could just stay right here for a while. Sam looks so peaceful, Bucky would hate to shuffle him around. His eyelashes are long and make shadows on his cheekbones. His mouth’s parted just so, tiny breaths of hot air hitting Bucky’s neck every time he exhales. He’s got an arm dangling loose across Bucky’s at his side and another softly wrapped up in Bucky’s hair. He’s a damn octopus, holding on as tightly as he can.
He feels himself smiling as he watches Sam sleep. Sam would tease him half to death about being a stalker creep, and Bucky would do his best to give it back. He’d say, ‘Why don’t you just watch me with some binoculars?” And Bucky would say something about using a sniper’s scope instead. Then Bucky would complain for a while about how Sam’s gonna cause him to lose both arms since his right one is full of pins and needles and not enough blood flow. Sam would ask him why he goes through all that trouble just to be a stalker, and Bucky knows what he would say.
“Because I love you.” He says it out loud now, voice just a whisper, because he wants to, because he can say it. Because Sam loves him too. After all he’s done, that’s one thing that he has and he’s going to do every damn thing in his power to keep it.
Even if he can’t move his last remaining arm for a few hours.