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[ Trust can be a scary thing, really, especially for someone who doesn't think they deserve anything good. Maybe he should have waited a little before making his trust in Bucky clear - but he doesn't like hiding things from Bucky, and it's not like Bucky wouldn't have figured it out anyway, with how much they're in each other's heads.

He backs off it for now, giving Bucky's hand a small squeeze at that smile. Then he lets go so he can pour them both a glass from the pitcher, even though he's not quite done with his yet. He shoots a teasing grin at Bucky. ]

( Better grab one now, before you drink it all like my last cocktail. )

[When Sam lets go, Bucky makes sure to keep his knee in contact with his broodmates, allowing the symbiote to continue to hum in the back of his mind. Bucky himself chuckles at Sam's response, a grin taking up a more solid place on his lips. Yeah you better watch out or he'll steal the whole pitcher for himself.]

( So how do I challenge you? ) [He digs into his pocket for the challenge coin before he starts into his drink. ]

[ The continued contact sets Sam at ease almost as much as the the alcohol, and he leans in a little until their shoulders and arms brush together. Honestly, he wouldn't mind if Bucky drank the whole pitcher himself, but it's so much more fun to tease him about it.

Sam chuckles as he pulls out the coin Bucky'd given him, twisting it between his fingers while he holds it up. ]

( Flash it like this, but you gotta catch me when I'm without it. Which is pretty much just in the shower and when I'm in bed, so you might be outta luck for a while, sunshine. If you challenge me while I've got it, you're the one that owes me a drink. )

[Bucky hadn't expected Sam to keep his replacement challenge coin, in all honesty. Sure, he values Sam's coin extremely highly, but for some reason he didn't think it would be the same for Sam. Part of him actually thought that Sam would throw the coin away. To see it again and to hear that Sam carries it with him is strangely touching.

Just as his throat begins to clam up he brushes off the emotions prickling his eyes.]

( How about I don't steal your drink. )

[ Sam can't help swallowing roughly against the echo of emotion he can feel welling up in his throat, and he turns the coin over in his fingers again. He values Bucky's coin just as much - but he doesn't have to say anything for that to be clear. And they've had probably more than enough of this kind of emotional stuff for the day, so Sam lets it go when Bucky brushes it off.

For now. ]

( You sure as hell better not when you got a whole pitcher for yourself. I mean, assuming you can handle it all. )

[ Because what better way to steer the topic away from how much they mean to each other than by teasing the hell out of him for no reason? ]

[Bucky smirks at Sam's response, quietly grateful that Sam allows him to side-step the emotions prickling at his eyes. Jibbing and teasing is something he can handle, especially in comparison to listening too hard to the thrumming of his heart. The pitcher in question arrives with two glasses and Bucky finishes his current drink before pouring a new glass.

The pleasant humming in in his veins returns as he sips on his new beverage.]

( You saying I can't? )

[ As good as it is to feel Bucky feeling things, there's such a thing as too much, and Sam gets that. Besides, this thing between them - it's not really tentative anymore, not by a longshot, but Sam still doesn't know what to call it. He could use a break from the heavier emotions.

He hums thoughtfully as he pretends to consider that, then shoots Bucky a little smirk, eyes warm and playful. ]

( Kinda sounds like I am, doesn't it? )

[Sam's smirk sends another wave of pleasant buzzing through Bucky's veins and he doesn't know what to call it. With the alcohol humming alongside, he decides to go with the feeling instead of tucking it away.]

( Sounds like a challenge. )

[ Good, that's what they should call it. And there ain't enough good in their lives, far as Sam's concerned, so he's more than happy to go along with it as well. ]

( I look like the kind of guy who'd go and make a challenge like that? ) [ Yes, Sam. Yes you do. ] ( What're you gonna do with it? )

[Why yes you do Sam. Bucky looks Sam in the eye for a long moment before draining a full glass of mojito. ~~God bless those super-soldier lungs~~. When he finishes, though, a hiccup slips out of his lips and half a chuckle follows. Okay, not the best idea around.]

[ Nah, Sam's pretty sure this was the best damn idea that's been had in a while. There's a quiet burst of laughter when Bucky drains his drink, pleased and affectionate, and he grins wide at what sounds almost like a chuckle. ]

( Look at you, sunshine, how you feeling? )

[A giggle follows the chuckle and another hiccup rocks Bucky's shoulders, knocking his bad one against Sam. He's not sure he's ever had hiccups and they kind of hurt? But he doesn't really mind. Altogether, he feels pretty damn good.]

( Warm. ) [For a guy who spent decades frozen in Siberia, being warm is a hell of a lot.]

[ Now, see, this is just unfair. There's no way to find Bucky Barnes giggling and hiccuping and bumping his shoulder against Sam's and feeling warm anything but real damn endearing. Though since Sam was the one who challenged him into getting this way, it's probably justified. ]

( Warm's a good look on you. ) [ Warm's a pretty good feel on him, too, seeing as Sam's getting some of that through bleedover, and he takes a long swallow of his own drink. ] ( If it was up to me you'd feel warm all the time. )

[Bucky hiccups despite Sam's answer and another burst of warmth behind his breastbone. It isn't the searing heat of the programming trying to burn him out, but a curious spark that Bucky doesn't shy away from this time. He thinks it might be affection. No, it's definitely affection of some kind, bright and good under his skin.]

( Yeah? )

[ Bucky's hiccup inspires a slight giggle of Sam's own, and he covers it up by taking another sip. Warmth blooms beneath his ribcage, and he knows it ain't just an echo of Bucky's. By now the feel of his affection for Bucky is starting to become a familiar one. Getting something that's decidedly affection back is a little newer, but damn it's good. ]

( Hell yeah. Not sure which one you're asking about, but that's my answer for both. You're sunshine, only seems fair. ) [ There's the tiniest pause, then Sam grins again. ] ( See, and now I'm about one drink away from singing that. )

[With a smirk and another hiccup, Bucky shakes his head. He never thought in a hundred years would he find a friend in Sam. Especially a friend so dear to him. The fact that they can sit here and positively glow at each other is crazy to him.]

( There's a song about it? ) [Which is also code for please embarrass yourself because I have no idea what to do with all these emotions.]

[ It's crazy to Sam, too. But then, most of his life has been crazy since he decided to strap on a pair of metal wings. At least this is good crazy.

Even if Bucky is trying to get him to embarrass himself. He laughs - and then shrugs, and goes for it, voice low and smooth. ]

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray.

[ He cuts off, downing the rest of his drink. ]

( There you go, man, now you know all it takes to get me singing is a pitcher of drinks. )

[That's not fair. Bucky expected Sam to be toneless but here he is singing a melody that actually sounds distantly familiar to him. For a moment after Sam finishes, Bucky simply stares, before a hiccup interrupts that, which leads into a fit of giggling.]

( You're the one who bought the pitcher, man. )

[ Nah, come on, don't stare at him like that. Sam's definitely not one prone to be self-conscious, but he might reconsider if Bucky keeps staring at him - and then Bucky hiccups, and Sam laughs.

And if he buries away the image of Bucky giggling and the sound of his laughter, etched in his mind, well. That's just because it's good to see him happy. ]

( Damn right I did. ) [ It's cheerful and pleased, and about a second later he realizes he basically just backed himself into a corner of admitting this is his own damn fault. He bumps Bucky's knee with his, light and playful. ] ( Yeah, yeah, all right smart guy. You're lucky I appreciate you doing this with me. )

[Bucky's grin widens at the bump to his knee. Between the alcohol, the glow in their bond, and the giggling, his senses feel so fuzzy, but for the first time in his life he doesn't mind.]

( Real lucky. )

[ Sam's pretty sure his cheeks are gonna hurt tomorrow from how much he's been smiling, but he doesn't care.

He's the lucky one right about now, only that's a little too sentimental to say, even for him. ]

( This is what I do, you know. Grab as many moments like this, hold onto them for the next time that I can't find a reason. It reminds me what I fight for, it helps me keep a balance, it... ) [ Keeps him sane, but that's heavier than he wants to go right now. ] ( Thank you, sunshine, I mean it. )

[Bucky's, too. He didn't even know he could laugh this hard, or laugh at all, really. Or deserve to laugh, but here they are. Sam's reply sobers him a touch, but his grin has yet to die down.]

( Yeah. ) [He's grateful too and the alcohol curbs his inhibitions enough to say it.] ( Didn't think I'd get this back. )

[Friendship, he means. Real, true friendship. He can only remember pieces of Steve and that hasn't translated well to their relationship. Maybe it's the brood link connecting them, but he and Sam have connected on a level Bucky never thought possible.]

[ He knows he's felt it before, but - damn it's so good to see Bucky laughing like this. It's good for both of them, really, and Sam's... really fucking glad to be able to share this with him, only he cuts that line of thinking off before he gets to something way too sappy like to be the one to make him laugh. ]

( You're stuck with it now. ) [ Both the friendship and Sam. It's not anywhere near the same, but there was a time when Sam didn't think he'd have anything like this back, either, and he sure as hell isn't going to give up what he's got with Bucky for anything. ] ( You want a couple more, or should we see if we can figure out how to get up to the room without tripping over each other? )

[Bucky's glad to be stuck with Sam, one way or another. This connection, even if facilitated by the Symbiote attached to his brain, is something so real and true, Bucky can't help but be quietly happy with where he is right now. The suggestion of walking sends another fit of giggling rolling through him.]

( Send the rest to Misato? ) [Because right now the thought of trying to walk straight is more amusing than it should be.]

желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question.	печь There will always be a lie in believe.
один Whatever is static is dead.	рассвет The world is too quiet.

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I SOMEHOW DIDN'T SEE THIS holy crap i'm sorry

it's ok!

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