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As Sam watched Zemo run his hands across Bucky’s face, and he saw the blank and empty look in Bucky’s eyes, he could barely stop himself from clenching his fists. An anger boiled up inside of him that he didn’t even know he had. He tightened his jaw and sunk his teeth into his own tongue to stop himself from ordering Zemo to take his filthy hands off of Bucky. But he still couldn’t help but picture himself taking that filthy smirk off Zemo’s face with his fist.
Not long after they got to Sharon’s place, Sam swept Bucky up into a hug. Bucky stiffened slightly at first, taken by surprise, but quickly relaxed into it.
“You ok?” Bucky asked.
“I’m going to kill him.” Sam whispered into Bucky’s ear.
“Who?”
“What’re you talking about who? Zemo, of course!” Sam said, pulling away to look Bucky in the eyes, but the little jerk avoided his gaze.
“Why?”
Sam frowned. “For the way he touched you. I saw the look on your face when he touched you. When he treated you like a thing.”
“We were undercover, Sam. He didn’t mean it.” Bucky said, almost casually.
“I’m seriously going to kill him.” Sam said, his hands resting gently on Bucky’s shoulders.
“You can’t. We need him.”
“We don’t really need him.”
“We need him.” Bucky said, looking Sam in the eyes. “It’s ok. Really. I’m fine.”
Sam looked deep into Bucky’s eyes until Bucky looked away once more, flushed at the cheeks.
He swallowed. “You could touch me, if you wanted.”
“Do you want me to touch you?” Sam asked.
“I’m just saying you could touch me-“
“-because there’s no way I’m touching you, unless of course you want me to-“
“Please.” Bucky whispered.
Sam lifted one hand slowly to Bucky’s face and touched him, fingers moving to rest behind his ear, thumb pressing lightly into his cheek. Bucky leant into the touch.
Bucky let out a shaky breath, and Sam moved to let go, but Bucky’s hand slipped on top of his and pressed it closer, intertwining their fingers.
“Sam.” Bucky breathed, and Sam moved in closer, pushing Bucky up against the wall. Against Sharon’s wall. They didn’t have long until they would have to go on the move again.
“Touch me.” Bucky begged. “I don’t want to think of him, I want to think of you.”
Sam lifted his other hand, because his right hand was still pinned to Bucky’s cheek with an iron grip, and stroked it down Bucky’s other cheek, down his jaw, down his chin, all the places that Zemo touched. And then he ran a thumb over his lower lip.
“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Sharon asked, stopping in her tracks as she walked past them nursing a drink.
“Our thing.” Sam replied curtly. Bucky ignored her entirely.
Sharon squinted at them. “O-ok?” Then she shook her head. “You know what, whatever. I don’t care.” She said, and walked off leaving them alone.
Sam swiped his thumb a few more times across Bucky’s lower lip before Bucky opened it. “What are you waiting for?” He asked, kissing the side of Sam’s thumb.
“This.” Sam said, tilting Bucky’s head up and capturing his lips in a kiss.
Bucky melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Sam’s broad shoulders.
And all of a sudden, Bucky was pushing Sam up against the wall, kissing him passionately while Sam ran gentle hands down Bucky’s waist.
Bucky kissed down Sam’s neck, and then buried his face in his collarbone as Sam cradled him close.
“Thank you.” He said. “For doing this for me.”
“You seriously think I’m doing you a favour? No! I wanted to kiss you, so I kissed you!” Sam exclaimed breathlessly. “You’re not a piece of fucking merchandise. You’re… you. And I love you.”
“You love me?” Bucky asked, his voice small and shocked and hopeful.
“I love you.” Sam repeated. “Of course I love you.”
Bucky looked up at Sam in total disbelief, which quickly melted away from his features to be replaced by a warm smile. He made a tiny noise, a happy little huff.
All of a sudden, Bucky was practically on top of Sam. His legs wrapped firmly around Sam’s waist as he leapt into his arms and kissed him passionately. Sam stumbled back against the wall.
“Jesus, Bucky! I’ve just got two regular human arms!” Sam chuckled, straining to lift the entire weight of the well-built super-soldier and his metal arm.
“I love you too, Sam.” Bucky said. “I love you too.”
“I think I got that.” Sam said, his arms trembling. “But man, I’m about to drop you.”
Bucky reluctantly untangles his legs from Sam’s waist and sets them back on the floor. “You need to start lifting weights.” He grumbled.
“I do.”
“Then do it more.”
“I actually do it a lot.” Sam said.
“Heavier weights?”
Sam grinned and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what to tell you, I just don’t think that position is our thing.”
Bucky leant against Sam’s shoulder. The tips of his ears were red.
“Cute.” Sam said, the word slipping from his lips before he even had a chance to catch it.
“Thanks.” Bucky mumbled into Sam’s shoulder.
Sam was fairly certain that in any other situation Bucky would have chewed him out for using the word ‘cute’. But it seemed that this new ‘soft’ Bucky didn’t mind.
“I swear to God. I don’t care if we’re undercover on a mission, if he ever touches your face again I’m going to murder him.” Sam said, looking right over Bucky’s shoulder and into the eyes of Zemo, who’d just come to watch them from the doorway. Zemo smirked back at Sam for a moment, before slinking away.
“Yeah, well, if he does it again I’ll murder him myself and save you the trouble.” Bucky said. “I can look after myself, after all.”
“I know you can, baby.” Sam whispered, kissing Bucky on the forehead. “Trust me, I know.”