[Bucky hums at Sam's initial response, his lips quirking as he snakes an arm around Sam's waist and tangles his fingers in Sam's shirt. When they're like this, he can hardly hear the programming at all, little more than a whistle on a summer breeze. He knows it won't last forever, not really, but an oasis like this is hard to resist, especially in the face of the upcoming mission.
When Sam continues, though, Bucky finds himself hesitating. Wanting leads to danger, wanting leads to erratic weapons. Weapons need to focus on the mission and Sam needs to focus on being responsible.
Knowing he doesn't need to verbalize this, Bucky instead sighs into the side of Sam's neck.]
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When Sam continues, though, Bucky finds himself hesitating. Wanting leads to danger, wanting leads to erratic weapons. Weapons need to focus on the mission and Sam needs to focus on being responsible.
Knowing he doesn't need to verbalize this, Bucky instead sighs into the side of Sam's neck.]