5 and sambucky?
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Bucky works his jaw from side to side and looks away. Coming to this banquet, ball, benefit, whatever was a mistake. Especially because of the way he feels about Sam. Forget the image of Samuel T. Wilson in a tailored suit that looks like it was made for a god. Forget his bright smile and how god damn charismatic he is.
None of that is the problem. Well it is, but it’s not the problem. Bucky’s real problem is the gnawing itch under his skin whenever someone not so secretly places their hand just a little too low on Sam’s back. How someone will walk by and let their gaze linger for a space of time too long to be casual.
Bucky can see them undressing Sam with their eyes, and part of him gets it, really. But to them Sam is nothing more than a pretty face with some seriously dangerous cheekbones. They don’t know that Sam used to work at the VA with soldiers that had PTSD. They don’t know that Sam has PTSD, and they probably don’t care.
How could they?