[ It sounds like an awful idea, honestly. Selfish, maybe - definitely - but Sam doesn't know what he'd do without Bucky here. He'd much rather them figure this out together, keep going as they have.
Sam huffs out a chuckle as he squeezes Bucky's hand, thumb stroking over the back of his knuckles. ]
(It's not gonna change. Trust me, sunshine, there's nothing in the world that'll ever stop me from putting feathers in your hair and hiding glitter in your clothes whenever I feel like. Someone's gotta be here to sass the hell out of your dumb ass and argue about shit with you.) [ He shrugs one shoulder. ] (It's just about learning preferences. You like hot dogs and mojitos and you hate soup and don't like your face touched without warning. I like steak and wine and I hate lilac and can't sleep without someone I trust there.)
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Sam huffs out a chuckle as he squeezes Bucky's hand, thumb stroking over the back of his knuckles. ]
( It's not gonna change. Trust me, sunshine, there's nothing in the world that'll ever stop me from putting feathers in your hair and hiding glitter in your clothes whenever I feel like. Someone's gotta be here to sass the hell out of your dumb ass and argue about shit with you. ) [ He shrugs one shoulder. ] ( It's just about learning preferences. You like hot dogs and mojitos and you hate soup and don't like your face touched without warning. I like steak and wine and I hate lilac and can't sleep without someone I trust there. )