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"I would kiss you on the boat. Or in Wakanda by your goats."
This is pure crack. The media thinks Bucky and Sam are a couple. Sam is questioning his sexuality and tries to use Dr. Seuss as an analogy and then it becomes a thing. Takes place after TFATWS.
After the fight in New York, Sam needs some time to recuperate from the confrontation with the Flag Smashers. He decides to take the Paul & Darlene out to the ocean, and on Sarah‘s suggestion, lets his cyborg partner tag along, too.
Just a couple of guys, alone on a boat, for two weeks. What could possibly go wrong?
“Can’t sleep properly alone in the house?” Albert asks, sympathetic, and Bucky knew he was tired, but he wonders if it’s even worse than he thought before Albert can see it. He always figured the serum did a pretty good job of hiding the usual evidence — bloodshot eyes and dark bags a rarity for Bucky.
“A bit,” Bucky admits, doesn’t say that he hasn’t slept a full night through without Sam in the next room. That when he has slept, his dreams have been nightmares. That he’s counting the nights until Sam is back. Only two to go. Maybe Bucky will come back here and pick up some beignets before driving to the airport to fetch him. Sam will complain about getting the sugar all over his truck, but he’ll gladly eat them anyway.
Albert nods like this makes sense. “I can never sleep right when my missus is away, either.”
It seems like everyone around town has gotten the wrong idea about Sam and Bucky's relationship. Sam thinks maybe their use of the term partner is the cause. Bucky might not be so sure about that.
“I guess I’ll get going too, then,” Sam says.
“What?” says Scott. “You’re going to go back to yours?” He looks faintly horrified.
“Yes, should I not?” Sam asks slowly.
Scott wrinkles his nose. “Well, it’s your sister, man.”
Sam’s stomach drops. “What?” It’s his turn to say it, harsh and shocked. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s had the thought before but pushed it away. He has seen Bucky flirt with Sarah, and Sarah not exactly spurn his advances — quite the opposite, in fact. It’s not like he thought Bucky had taken Sam warning him off seriously, but Sam hadn’t taken the flirting seriously, either. Hadn’t wanted to.
“Awkward,” Scott says, and then laughs, a mix of grossed-out and amused. Scott just thinks that for Sam this is the horror of realizing your best friend might be going to sleep with your sister. Not the pain of your best friend, who you are secretly in love with, taking your sister back to the apartment you share with him to sleep with her.
On a night out, Bucky and Sarah leave together. Sam fears the worst.
Bucky flirts. Sam is jealous. Children probably think adults are morons.
Sam is thrilled when Bucky moves into his guest room. Bucky will be joining Sam at work, however when Bucky catches Joaquin 's eye, Sam knows he's lost without even joining the competition.
This is set approximately six weeks after the TFATWS finale
When his therapist tells him he needs a hobby, Bucky takes a surprising interest in dog sitting, and when Sam notices the random influx of texts Bucky starts getting and his new habit of going out and not coming home until the morning, he jumps to the wrong conclusion.
“My friend Jill has a flower stand down at the farmer’s market,” Sarah says. Bucky blinks, confused, as she hands him the last dish to dry. “Sam likes sunflowers best. Just in case you were wondering.”
Then she walks away, just as Bucky drops the plate.
Or: five times people assume Sam and Bucky are dating, and one time Bucky realizes they sort of are.
Bucky is in the middle of cutting out leaf shapes to stick on the top of his apple pie crust when, through his kitchen window, he sees an angel tumble down from the clouds.
It’s a gray skies kind of evening out in the country, with heavy rainclouds rolling in menacingly, so Bucky’s first thought when he watches a sizeable dark shadow slam right into the corn fields beside his house isn’t oh god, what was that? but rather oh god, is my house gonna be okay? I just bought the thing. But it’s definitely his second thought right afterward.
There’s absolutely nothing in the wake of the fall — no mushroom cloud of dust or dirt or ears of corn. He doesn’t think angel, initially. Obviously.
It’s probably some plane debris that thankfully fell a good few hundred meters from his roof; still, Bucky can’t help but spiral a little as he leans on the granite counter to get a better look out into the dim fog.
Sam Wilson runs a small, independent investigative firm with his college friend Steve.
He's renowned for solving and uncovering just about anything that lands on his desk until random strangers start disappearing in his city. With only a hunch and an address, he heads to a dingy dive bar downtown for answers.
What he finds is so much more than he bargained for.