[It's a way of giving Sam what he wants while fighting back against the programming humming heavy in the back of his mind. Sam's snort of laughter is welcome in the oppressive atmosphere and Bucky sucks in a breath before releasing it with a heavy exhale. He'd rather do this figuring out who he is alone, without the risk to those around him, but when it comes to confidants, there are much worse choices than Sam Wilson.
Sam Wilson who tries to get him to want things, who doggedly reminds him he's allowed to want things even when it grates against the bone-deep programming that never ceases. For every problem Bucky brings to Sam's doorstep, Sam finds a solution, makes realistic promises, and only asks for the same effort from Bucky.]
You're the one braiding my hair. [Can you feel his fucking rays of sunshine? Because clearly Bucky is all about the sunshine.]
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Sam Wilson who tries to get him to want things, who doggedly reminds him he's allowed to want things even when it grates against the bone-deep programming that never ceases. For every problem Bucky brings to Sam's doorstep, Sam finds a solution, makes realistic promises, and only asks for the same effort from Bucky.]
You're the one braiding my hair. [Can you feel his fucking rays of sunshine? Because clearly Bucky is all about the sunshine.]