“I hate you,” he finally says when he’s finished. Sam has a bright yellow bandaid on his cheek and it looks ridiculous. Better than blood, though.
“Love you, too,” Sam murmurs and closes his eyes. “Hey, I’m gonna sleep on your couch. Hope that’s ok.”
(or, bucky falls in love and it's easier than he imagined.)
“Um.” Bucky sends an apologetic look to Sam’s direction. “I think getting stabbed by a magic knife may have given me some, uh, telepathic side effects.”
(or, there's some weird stuff going on, like a glowing knife and a crazy scientist and bucky's sudden ability to read sam's mind.)