[ Honestly, sitting like this and running his fingers through Bucky’s hair, focusing on the strands slipping through his hands and the press of the feathers, on getting the braids just right - it’s grounding for Sam, too. He feels comfortable with Bucky when they’re like this, and though he’s trusted him to some degree for a while, he’s not sure when that happened. The brood bond between them hums at the back of his mind, quiet and content.
Sam tries not to notice how it feels like belonging, like something like home - but honestly, even without the connection, the comfort would be the same.
He laughs at Bucky’s comment, quiet but delighted all the same. ]
Damn right. Gonna have to start calling you sunshine now, huh?
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Sam tries not to notice how it feels like belonging, like something like home - but honestly, even without the connection, the comfort would be the same.
He laughs at Bucky’s comment, quiet but delighted all the same. ]
Damn right. Gonna have to start calling you sunshine now, huh?