“Will they just go and get a room, or, I don’t know, just go get married?”
“They still insist they are just friends.”
“…I am so done with them.“
Sorry as their heads are too big so I cannot find a way to let
Steve standing on Tony’s boot (without kissing Tony in the process) so
please ignore that bug XDDD
A fluffy Stony short comic for all of you and as a little celebration heehee
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You know what I’ve been thinking about for forever now?
Sam doing all of the primary looking for Bucky and then stopping so he can join the avengers himself. He thinks it’s a pretty good idea. The guy obviously doesn’t want to be found. He hasn’t actually laid eyes on him once in the past two years. What he doesn’t know, is that Bucky’s been watching him this entire time.
He gets a text late at night when he’s snuggled up in bed. ‘Why’d you stop looking for me?’
The first thing he feels is fear, since the last time he saw Bucky he almost was killed. The next thing he feels (when he’s sure Barnes isn’t hiding in his closet like the boogeyman) is confusion.
'How did you even know?’
'I’m not an idiot’ comes the text. Then right after that, another. 'You’re not very good at being covert.’
Sam laughs. He can’t help it. He knows that both he and Steve struggle in that department.
'So what did I hurt your feelings? I’m a busy man. If you don’t wanna be found then I’m gonna move on.’
'Yeah maybe you did a little.’ Bucky sends him. Sam snorts. He’s so obviously being sarcastic, maybe a little bit flirty. It reminds him of the Bucky that he’s heard stories about for years. 'Maybe I just liked seeing you.’
'It’s not very fair to let you have all the fun. I never got to see you once.’
'I was working up to it.’
Sam doesn’t send a message back for a while. He doesn’t know what to say. Bucky sends another. 'What if I’m ready?’
'No.’ Comes the reply after a few minutes. Bucky had to think about it.
'You let me know when, then. You have my number.’
And then for the next few months, Bucky texts him. Sam never tells anyone about why he’s laughing at his phone. Sam never tells anyone why he doesn’t leave his phone on the charger across the room anymore. Sam doesn’t tell anyone why he stays up later and sleeps in more than he used to. Sam doesn’t tell anyone that his heart picks up speed every time Bucky texts him, that they flirt, that sometimes they do even more than that, that maybe he’s a little in love with a dude that’s tried to kill him and texts him daily from god knows where.
He doesn’t tell anyone when Bucky’s number suddenly goes out of service.
“Can you move your seat up?”
“No.” Then just a half a minute later. “Can you tell me when you’re going to disappear next time?”
Fuck I don’t want to study, I want to write a Winterfalcon fic where Bucky isn’t ready to face Steve yet, but really wants to make sure he’s safe and healthy. So he has a series of burner phones that he uses to text Sam reminders to look after Steve.
“Make sure Steve eats, he forgets if he’s really focused.”
“Don’t let Steve fly planes, the last time he did he ended up frozen for 70 years.”
Sometimes his sense of time and memories get muddled, so he’ll text Sam things like, “Remember to carry an extra inhaler, if Steve forgets his he could die.”
In Austria, Sam and Steve are about to infiltrate an old Hydra base when Sam’s phone buzzes. “Base isn’t abandoned. Not safe. Get out of here.”
And then more things happen but my brain is dead and I have to go study.
I will pay someone much gold to write this for me.
A/N: Requested by @remediesandmelodies forever ago. Sorry peach. Haha. A Sam AU based off Frozone’s “Where’s My Suit” in the Incredible’s.Of course with a little more, and Reader wife arguing with him.
Sam rips open the closet doors, shoving clothes to one side.
Before dropping to the ground and looking under the bed.
“Got it Cap. I just, I need to find my wings.” Sam smacks the floor of the
bedroom, standing up in a huff. “They didn’t grow legs and walk away.” He rolls
his eyes hanging up the phone. “Baby!!” He calls out.