#sambucky library

[sambuckylibrary]

But how would you know in advance that the person will not finish their card? If you only reblog people who finish it. I think the other anon meant they will stick to the themes just not finish a whole card. 😅

Hi! Anon has clarified their question, but to avoid further confusion on the matter, pls note that we are tracking all works with the tag #sbsummer2024. Also a bingo card does NOT have to be completed in order for your work to be reposted. Hope that helps!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Delacroix Public Library Captain America Campaign

This is a series of graphics inspired by a convo I had with @logicheartsoul about libraries. This is also for the @sambuckylibrary's "Free Space" square on my bingo. The general gist of it is Sam and Bucky promoting the local library branch in Delacroix. All the graphics will be under the read more. Enjoy! 🥰

WHAT EACH GRAPHIC SAYS:

PAGE 1:

Middle: Cap says reading is cool! Bottom Left: Cap's boyfriend says so too!

PAGE 2:

Top Left: The Delacroix Library! Middle Left: Captain America Approved! Middle Right: VISIT!!! Middle Lower Right: Unofficially started as a library by local pirates in the 17th and 18th centuries, this branch hosts a variety of old texts brought to Delacroix by the pirates. Bottom Right: VISIT!!! Bottom Left: Delacroix is also the hometown to our current Captain America, one Samuel Thomas Wilson,

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Middle: Readers of the Month Sam & Sarah Wilson

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Top Left: 6 Ways Having Fun Isn’t Hard with a Library Card! Featuring Sam Wilson! Top Right: Cap's boyfriend is also here! List from 1-6: 1) Reading Books! 2) Rent Movies or Games! 3) Playing on the Computer! 4) Join a Local Club! 5) Help with a Book Drive! 6) Fight crime with Sam - I mean, go to book fairs!

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Top Middle: The Delacroix Public Library Summer Reading Bingo 2024 Row 1 Left to Right: Read a Translated Book; Read in your bed; Read the First Book of a New Series; Read a Book Someone Else Picks; Read a Classic Row 2 Left to Right: Learn One New Fact About an Animal; Read a LGBTQIA+ Book; Character Goes on an Unplanned Adventure; Read A Historical Nonfiction; Learn a Recipe from a Cookbook Row 3 Left to Right: Read a Debut Author; Read in a Pillowfort; Free Space; Read a Graphic Novel; Read a Play Row 4 Left to Right: Read a Mystery; Read a Book about an Athlete or Sport; Read a Fairytale; Read a Book That Makes You Laugh; Read a Book with a Spooky Cover Row 5 Left to Right: Read a Book with a Movie Based on It; Read Your Friend’s Favorite Book; Read a Book of Poetry; Read Outside; Read with a Friend Bottom Left: Cap Approved!! Bottom Right: Cap's boyfriend says so too!

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Top Left: Delacroix Public Library presents Middle: Book Club; FOR YOUNG AVENGERS, NO SAMS OR BUCKYS ALLOWED. Saturdays from 7-10 pm. Pull up your chair backwards, sit down, and talk books. Bottom Left: Et Tu, Cap's boyfriend? Bottom Middle: "Password for Entry, B******!" Bottom Right: CONTACT YELENA FOR MORE INFORMATION. SUNGLASSES NOT OPTIONAL.

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Top Left: The Delacroix Voice; You're Local Newsletter Top Right: Edited by Eli Bradley Middle Right: Captain America at Library Summer Fun Run! by Yelena Belova; Last weekend, on a hot, humid day in Delacroix, Sam Wilson was spotted at the Delacroix Public Library Summer Fun Run with Bucky Barnes, his sister, Sarah Wilson, and his nephews, Cass and AJ... read more on pg. 5 Bottom Left: Sightings of Sam at the DPL by Kate Bishop; Read more on pg. 3 Sightings from 1-3: 1) Drag Storytime - Dressed in drag, Sam and Bucky gave a fun reading hour to the local preschoolers of Delacroix. 2) Summer Reading - As one of the prizes for the first kid to blackout the entire Summer Reading Bingo card this year, Sam visited and had a one-on-one with winner Leila Taylor Junior, daughter of Leila Taylor. 3) Tree Planting - As part of Sam Wilson’s ongoing community service efforts not just in Delacroix, but around the country, Sam organized a tree planting event for his hometown. Bottom Right: Local Hero Rolling with Boyfriend in Grass Near Local Library by Kamala Khan; Who says you can’t have fun right outside of the library? Local hero and celebrity, Sam Wilson, has been hanging out right outside with his boyfriend, local rescue saved from New York City and man who will pick you up if you ask him nicely, Bucky Barnes... read more on pg. 7

[holyluluslibrary]

Library reblog

He gets to hear it.

Ever. Damn. Time.

The incident with Sam's car and the steering wheel.

"Not again," he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You asked why I won't let you inside my brand-new car," Sam snaps back. "Last time you got near my car, you broke the windshield and stole my steering wheel.

"Do you want me to give it back?" Bucky challenges. He cocks a brow, and smirks.

"Wait-" Sam huffs. "Do you still have it?"

Bucky laughs and walks off.

"I asked you a question, Barnes!" Sam follows Bucky close behind. "Answer my question!"

[hummingburger]

SamBucky comic is FINALLY finished

click on the art for better quality

I’m so proud of myself for conquering this project head on, I know old me would have given up by the time I did the line art.

I guess my love for Sam and Bucky gave me strength ✨

This whole project took about 42 hours total, so I’m VERY happy I’m done with it 🙏 If the quality is kind of bad just blame my ipad bcus it genuinely struggled to load my art once I saved it to my photo library..

Still working out the kinks of clip studio paint, I’m hoping it gets easier with time 🤞

lil extra mini comic I did:

[abarbaricyalp]

Since you asked for prompts :P

“Can I hold your hand?” (Sambucky)

Hand holding my beloved 💙

Sam ducked and weaved between dozens of people, who were clearly torn between stopping him and being surprised to see him. The people with the headsets were the best because they always had to take a second to tell the person on the other end to 'hang on' and, by then, Sam was two people further through the room.

Bucky was pacing back and forth inside the office on the other side of the space. There just happened to be a window he kept crossing on front of, else Sam would've never found him.

Sam did know the restaurant. It was one of Bucky's favorites and Sam wasn't surprised he wanted to give his victory speech here. He'd tried the public library first, but remembered halfway there that Bucky hadn't gotten the permits all worked out for that. Bucky had really leaned into the whole Brooklyn-Born-Boy of it all, maybe not entirely on purpose because he really did seem to think Brooklyn had something every other city didn't. Usually those things were hotdog trucks and 24/7 pizza joints and broken fire escape ladders. But all of it was still magical to him, even a century later.

So the victory speech was at an ancient brick oven pizzeria. He shouldn't have expected anything else.

Sam finally dodged around the last line of defense and burst through the office door before anyone could stop him.

Bucky startled from his pace, mouth still moving through the words of his speech. Then his whole face lit up and he crossed the distance between them in two easy strides, wrapping Sam in a tight hug before Sam could even say hi.

"I thought you weren't going to make it," he sighed against Sam's shoulder, just for him. Then, for the benefit of the couple of campaign people in the room, he sat back and clapped Sam's shoulder genially. "It got called so early, I figured you wouldn't get in."

Sam rolled his eyes at the brag, but he grinned at his partner. "It was a boring night. I had extra time. Figured I'd drop in."

"Cap, you're still in your suit," Bucky pointed out. Then his eyebrows pinched in a little and his big grin turned down some. "And you're bleeding. You need to put a bandage on that," he tsked, dabbing at the scuff on Sam's forehead worriedly. Then, to Sam's horror, he wiped his fingers on the slacks he was about to go stand in front of hundreds of supporters and dozens of cameras in.

Sam put his own fingers to the wound before Bucky could again. "Yeah, I was keeping a tissue on it on the jet. But you know how head wounds are."

Bucky's campaign manager, a younger woman who Sam generally liked, cleared her throat. "Sir, you're on in fifteen minutes," she warned. Then sent a pointed, but amused, look at Sam.

"I'm good, 'Gel. You mind if we have the room for a second?"

There was another pointed look, but Angelica cleared the staffers out without arguing. "Fifteen minutes, sir," she repeated.

As soon as the door was shut between them, Bucky was hugging him again. Sam had been hoping for a kiss, but he admitted the window was an obstacle. So, instead, he clung to Bucky too.

"I can't believe you're going to be a congressman," he laughed, too much honesty in his words. "Does that make you an esteemed gentleman now?"

"Never," Bucky laughed softly. He sat back again and let out a long breath. "I know I've been getting ready for this since the primary, but I still kind of didn't think I'd get this far either."

"Bucky Barnes, are you nervous?" Sam teased. He swiped his thumb over Bucky's cheek before resting his hand against the side of Bucky's neck and just drinking in the sight of him.

"No," Bucky snapped. "I've fought Nazis. I've punched aliens in the face. I trusted my brain to a teenager. I don't get nervous."

Sam smiled softly and cupped Bucky's cheek briefly. "Anything I can help with?" he asked.

Bucky looked down at the cards in his hands. "Can I hold your hand?" he asked, voice small and unsure. So gentle Sam wanted to do nothing more than bundle him close and stay there for hours. "I mean, I know we can't walk out there together or anything. But... just for now? Can I hold your hand while I practice?"

Sam's heart melted down through his ribs. "Of course, sweetheart," he said, reaching for Bucky's hand instantly. He laced their fingers together and Bucky immediately squeezed them.

Bucky's cheeks flushed. "Why'd you go and call me that?" he mumbled. "You know it makes me all..." he waved the cards around emphatically, "on a normal day, much less right now."

Sam tugged him into the corner of the door and the wall, far enough away from the window for a quick kiss to Bucky's cheek. "You're gonna do great, Buck. Let me hear it."

"Well, then, I have to admit, I kind of stole some parts from you," he warned. He flipped the cards around with one hand, which was hotter than it should be, cleared his throat, and started to read.

Sam didn't let go of his hand until the three minute warning, when Bucky had to start weaving through the crowd too, to get up to the band stage so he could graciously accept the position. Sam let him go with one last smile, one last promise that he'd be there when Bucky was done, one last squeeze of their tangled fingers.

[barneswilsonrogers]

My Sambucky/Samsteve library :

THE FIRST GENTLEMAN by @glittercake ⍟ read on AO3 Words: 55,743 — There is a tiny, very minuscule part of Sam that had hoped the first term was Riley’s last. He misses his husband. He misses the time they spent just the two of them. He misses having Riley all to himself. And maybe he’s selfish. Maybe that makes him an asshole—wishing to deprive the country of a good leader. 

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

December Reading List

As always, read at your own discretion. If you enjoyed a fic please show the writer some love with a reblog and a comment!

Festive fic recs can be found here.

🔥 = smut!

Azriel

Forgotten by @sarahs-library

Moonsong by @draemgal

Slow Hands @readychilledwine

The Only One by @shadowdaddies 🔥

Bucky Barnes

Come Dance With Me by @crazyunsexycool

Lumberjack Bucky by @sebstanwhore

Lumberjack in Love by @jobean12-blog

Mint by @buckets-and-trees 🔥

Safe and Sound by @witchywithwhiskey

You Lost The Game by @mollygetssherlockcoffee 🔥

Feysand

Shimmering/Shattered by @whisperingmidnights 🔥(poly! Feysand X Reader)

Loki

Awful Things by @superficialdomina

Fairly Innocent by @mochie85 🔥

Frigga's Wedding Gift by @lokisgoodgirl

Frozen Stiff by @simplyholl 🔥

Lessons Learnt by @lokiisdaddyblog 🔥

Like You Hate Me by @wheredafandomat 🔥

Million Dollar Man by @st4rymoon 🔥

My Girl by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Thick and Thin by @loki-is-daddy

Unraveled by @cleo-fox 🔥

Until Next Time by @sarahscribbles 🔥

Original Characters

Orc Boyfriend Ask by @werecreature-addicted 🔥

Poly Ships

Always Ours by @leafsandstarlight (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader)

Fours Company by @readychilledwine (Azriel x OC, Nessian, Feysand & every combo in between!) 🔥

Payback by @leafsandstarlight 🔥(Rhys x Azriel x Cassian x Reader)

Three Wishes by @tsunami-of-tears 🔥(Bat Boys x Reader)

Rowaelin

Stay Still by @throneofsapphics 🔥

Rowan Whitethorn

Playing With Pain by @throneofsapphics 🔥

SamBucky

A Good Fit by @siancore

Deal With It by @duckybarnes1917 🔥(Sam x Bucky X Reader)

Steve Rogers

Put On A Show by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

[cobrafantasies]

Leave the Door Open

SamBucky | Rated M | 23,154 words | Complete | AO3

Summary: A month into Sam’s freshman year of college, he's asked to assume a third roommate — his actual roommate’s best friend who mysteriously needs a place to stay most nights. It wouldn’t be such a big problem except that Sam might be falling for the guy who’s sleeping on his floor. 

Excerpt:

Sam is a month into his freshman year of college and he’s waiting for his world to change. Not that his life at home is all that bad but he’s itching for a change. He wants his world turned upside down — in a good kind of way. He hears that happens at college which is part of why he chose a school in upstate New York rather than anywhere near his hometown.

Majoring in Psychology means he has a lot of long lectures and is already spending most of his afternoons at the library studying. He’s always been good at school and diving into his studies comes easily to Sam. He’s already managed to form a small study group with two guys, Rhodey and Riley. They’re both serious about their studies which Sam appreciates. Although he has been to a party with them and made out with a hot junior — not too bad for a freshman, Sam thinks.

He also likes his roommate so far. He’s sharing a dorm with an art major named Steve Rogers. A skinny blond about four inches shorter than him, who on their first trip to the dining hall filled up four massive plates of food and barely managed to finish one. All the while shoveling loads of carbs into his mouth, he informed Sam how he plans to gain a ton of weight and really bulk up this year with the help of his best friend Bucky.

Sam meets the mysterious Bucky for the first time three weeks into the semester. Although Sam plays it immensely cool, he’s a little taken aback the first moment he sees the guy. 

Read on AO3

[magnificent-buckless-butt]

Help a comrade in need 🙏

hi!! sorry to bother u but i need help with a fic i remember i read but i cant find anymore. it's a fic where sam and bucky are married and have a kid (or more than one) and everything is perfect but suddenly sam realises something is wrong and finds out someone put him into a dream reality. I'm asking u cause u know a lot about sambucky and maybe u know which fic im talking about. if u dont its okay!! i love your blog by the way and im sorry if this ask sounds messy lol

(sorry for my bad grammar, english isnt my first language)

Hi Anon!!! No brother and your english is good😉

I don't know the fic but I'm posting this, I'm sure one of my Tumblatives know!

And thank you so much the ask doesn't sound messy at all!!!

[sambuckylibrary]

I was just reading something and my phone crashed and i was wondering if you could help me find it? It’s a pre-cw fic days after the helicarriers and sam is looking for bucky. He finds him in a lifeguard hut at the beach and betrays him at the end of one chapter. Can you help me find it? I’ve looked for 2 days! 😩

Hi! Unfortunately this doesn't sound familiar, so if anyone knows where to find this fic, can you pls drop the link? Ty!

[magnificent-buckless-butt]

Hi!! I’m trying to get into reading the winter soldier comics after being so obsessed with the movies. Where should i start? I tried the Winter soldier series but after the first chapter it seemed like i was missing some stuff! ^^

Hello!! That's a good decision but I feel you on being lost! Because, first off, which Winter Soldier series did you even try to read? :p

My recommendations:

If you want to know the history of the Winter Soldier, then what you need is Ed Brubaker run in Captain America (2004) and good news, we're getting collections of that now! Or, shorter but kinda the retcon summary: The Life Story of Bucky Barnes.

If you want easy-to-understand stories that need no background knowledge, I can suggest a few: Second Chances (this one's kinda cute), Cut Off One Head (the most famous team-up with Sam).

I do not recommand to try reading Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier. It's very interesting but it's an acid trip visually speaking and it deals with background characters and in-universe facts so it's really not for "beginners".

If you need more informations, don't hesitate to ask forward or go to my other blog @comics-sambucky (it's small for now but the goal is to be an easy reference/library for the comics).

[thatmexisaurusrex]

🦅 for the sambucky prompts, if you'd like?

SamBucky Prompt Game

Oh my gosh I love the prompt, thank you 🥰 I hope you're good with a Sam Searches for Bucky era ficlet. Enjoy!!

Redwing

So. He's the guy?

Sam blinked, glancing over at his friend, his partner-in-heroism, his falcon that he could talk to through bird telepathy, Redwing.

Sam.

Glanced from Redwing to Bucky. Sam had been taking note of where Bucky had been for months. He wasn't sure why he hadn't told Steve about it yet. He really should.

But.

Sam wasn't really sure if Bucky wanted Steve to know. He seemed to be taking time to himself at this point. Learning about culture. Reading up in libraries, on computers, from magazines and newspapers.

And Sam's instincts told him to take a moment. To let Bucky have some space.

So he did.

Yes, Sam was taking notes for himself, but he was going to let Bucky take that time to figure himself out first before telling Steve about this. Let Bucky figure out who he was in this new century.

Not that Sam had brought Redwing on these missions up until now.

Kind of hard to get a falcon on a commercial flight.

"He's just a guy Steve wants me to find. I'm - I'm just letting the guy take his time before I tell Steve about him," Sam said.

He smiled as he watched Bucky take a sip of his coffee, only to realize that it was still too hot.

Okay.

Maybe Sam snorted.

I'm going to say hi.

"What? No. Redwing - " said Sam, panicked as he watched his bird friend fly into the air, only to swoop down and steal Bucky's croissant.

And.

Leave Sam out in the open for Bucky to see.

Sam looked at Bucky.

Bucky looked at Sam.

"Uh. Was that your falcon?" asked Bucky, because of course Bucky looked Sam up.

"It - it was. Sorry about that," said Sam, wondering if he could just sneak back to the bush he had been behind before or if that would be weird now.

"I'm going to get another croissant. Can I buy you a coffee?" asked Bucky as he - as he gestured for Sam to sit with him.

And.

Well.

Sam wasn't going to say no.

"I'd love that," said Sam as he sat at Bucky's table, "An americano, please."

Bucky smiled.

"Coming right up," said Bucky before he gave Sam the dorkiest finger guns in the world and walked back to the counter.

And.

Okay.

Sam was still a little mad.

But it wasn't a bad move by Redwing.

See? Got you to finally talk to him.

"Shut up," mumbled Sam at the sky, unable to stop himself from smiling.

[firstelevens]

hello! 11. not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd + sambucky, if you like! (canonverse, AU.. happy to read about any of them☺️)

11. not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

The trouble with memory loss as extensive as Bucky's is that he doesn't know whether he should attribute his adaptability to being repeatedly frozen and defrosted over the course of an entire century, or if that trait wholly belongs to the person who he used to be. In either case, it's too sad to think about for too long, but it's something he's relieved to have on days like this.

When Thor had literally crashed into a fight between Team Cap and their fourth alien weapon-wielding foe in a month, Bucky had assumed that it would be a simple handover, Earth Avengers to Space Avengers, and they could call it a day. Instead, he'd offered to fly Sam up to outer space so he could chase up his investigation, and there was no way that Bucky was leaving Sam alone to do intel gathering on an unknown, possibly hostile planet.

It takes a few hours' worth of hyperspace travel to get them to Empyrean-5. At first, Sam had teased Bucky for staring wide-eyed out of the viewports, but then he'd stayed there, too, watching as they closed in on a planet that seemed to emit a multi-colored glow into the darkness surrounding it.

Before they dock on the planet, Thor takes a video call from a vaguely familiar green lady in some kind of red uniform. She looks relieved when she hears that Thor won't be the one actually investigating on-planet, and she must be pretty well connected, because soon they're kitted out better for this mission than most Thunderbolts missions, and Val is a literal countess.

Bucky can't deny the slight giddiness he feels as the ship slowly descends towards the landing port--all those comic books and pulps that he read as a kid, and now he's literally in outer space--but he sees Sam fiddling with the translating bracelet that they were both given and realizes that Sam's fidgeting might not be the excited kind.

He bumps his shoulder against Sam's as they descend. "Are you up for this mission, Cap?" he asks. "You sure you'll be as charming in space as you are on Earth?"

Sam snorts, shaking his head, and Bucky is inordinately pleased to watch his jaw relax. "Aw, Buck. You think I'm charming? I'm blushing."

"I think you think you're charming," grumbles Bucky, like he knows he's supposed to, but when Sam grins at him, he can't help but return it.

"Be honest," says Sam, nudging him back. "How badly did baby Bucky want to visit outer space?"

Bucky feels his face get warm, but Sam is looking at him with bright, interested eyes, and he's only human. "If I'd known it was an option? That I just had to be a scientist to do it? No one would've ever had to tell me to study again. I'd have been at the library every day. Would've dragged Steve there, too."

"Yeah, and then Steve would've started a fight and you would've gotten kicked out on day one," says Sam. "This way, you get to see space and no one's revoking your library card."

"Which is good, because I've got about a dozen holds coming in this week, and half of them are yours," says Bucky. "What would you do if you couldn't mooch off my library card, huh?"

"The Brooklyn Public Library just has a better selection, okay? It's not my fault the DC library system finally shut down my card."

"It's a little bit your fault," says Bucky. "You haven't lived there in more than a decade."

Sam grumbles something that Bucky can't quite make out over the sound of the ship, and he tries not to laugh.

"So what's our plan here? That Gamora lady said the auction wouldn't be for another couple hours. You want to scope out the building first or walk around a little to get a lay of the land?"

"Neither," says Sam.

"Sam, how many times to I have to explain that 'no plan' doesn't count as a plan?"

"For your own satisfaction, I'm sure it'll be another four dozen at least," says Sam. "And I didn't say we have no plan. I said I didn't have one of those plans."

"Fine," Bucky says, crossing his arms. "What's your plan, then?"

"We're gonna play tourists," says Sam, and points out the viewport just as they pass through a thick cover of clouds to approach a glittering city, half sun-soaked, half in starlight. The nighttime half is dotted with neon signs and brightly lit buildings, blurring lights on what must be vehicles zooming past them. "I feel like this place gets a lot of those."

"Oh, plenty," says Thor, and Bucky just barely stops himself from startling. For a god of thunder, he's surprisingly quiet when he wants to be. "Empyrean-5 is the sector's most popular honeymoon destination."

"Pretty good place for an intergalactic black market auction," murmurs Sam, and Bucky is inclined to agree. There are no regulars to remember anyone's faces, and any tourists who might see something suspect will be too distracted by whoever they arrived with to care.

The ship gently docks at the spaceship equivalent of a harbor, and through the viewport, Bucky can see bustling streets and tall buildings, dramatic mountains silhouetted in the distance against a pink and orange sky.

Thor moves back to the cockpit to open the doors, and Sam turns to Bucky. "You sure you're gonna be cut out for this kind of undercover work?"

Bucky narrows his eyes.

"What?" laughs Sam. "I'm just saying, there's a lot of authentically excited tourists out there. I think we're really going to have to commit here: see as many sights as possible, take a bunch of pictures, buy some stupid souvenirs. We have to make it believable."

There's no use fighting the goofy smile that wants to spread across his face. Bucky accepted a long time ago that being around Sam Wilson was going to make him feel this way. "So you're saying that for the sake of the mission, I have to see as much of this planet as possible?"

Sam nods, as gravely as he can with a grin on his face. "It's a non-negotiable."

"Then I guess I can't say no," says Bucky. On an impulse, as the doors open and the gangway unfolds, he reaches out and grabs Sam's hand. When Sam looks from Bucky to their joined hands and back, eyebrows raised, Bucky just shrugs, gesturing to the tourists milling around the harbor-side stalls. "Don't want to lose you."

It can't be more than two seconds before Sam reacts, but it feels like a small eternity to Bucky. Then Sam's hand shifts in Bucky's like he's trying to pull away, and there are already apologies at the tip of his tongue, but it turns out that he doesn't need them: Sam just moves his hand to interlace their fingers, giving Bucky's hand a squeeze.

"I'm not going anywhere," he says, and when he starts down the gangway and into the crowd, all Bucky can do is follow.

[honeeysagee]

Invisible Threads - SamBucky Angst Fic

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single thread ties everyone together, weaving through lives like an invisible needle, stitching moments, choices, and fates into a vast, intricate tapestry. Each knot in this thread marks a connection—a meeting of eyes, a shared smile, a whispered secret—binding hearts in ways seen and unseen. At least, that’s what Sam Wilson thought.

He had always believed in the power of connection, in the bonds that people forge through shared experiences and the stories that intertwined them. This will not change, and after this evening, it proved his point.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows in the attic, Sam wiped the sweat from his brow as more of it dripped down his face. He had been working for an hour straight now. His arms ached from carrying boxes around from every nook and cranny of the attic. The attic itself was littered with items left behind by his parents. All of which were covered with dust. Some of these items were from his childhood. They could’ve be given to AJ and Cass. Others were gifts from friends, family, and strangers alike.

The air was thick with memories, each object a silent witness to moments long past. Sam paused for a moment, picking up an old baseball glove that had once been his favorite, the leather worn soft from years of play. He smiled, thinking of afternoons spent in the yard with his father, tossing the ball back and forth, the sun warm on their backs. Those were simpler times before the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders.

He thought to place the glove in a box labeled "Keep," alongside a few other cherished items. This attic was more than just a storage space—it was a time capsule, a place where the threads of his past were still visible, linking him to the boy he once was, to the man he had become. Each box he moved, each item he uncovered, was like rediscovering a part of himself, reminding him of the connections that had shaped his life.

But tonight, as he continued to sort through the clutter, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more awaited him in these dusty corners—a connection yet to be unearthed, a truth that would once again remind him of the power of the thread that ties them all together.

“Hey, Sammy, you up there?” Bucky's voice called up from the bottom of the attic stairs, breaking through Sam’s thoughts.

Sam chuckled to himself at the nickname. Bucky had started using it ironically, but over time, it had stuck.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Sam replied, still holding the baseball glove in his hand. “Just trying to make some sense of this mess.”

He heard the creak of the steps as Bucky made his way up, the sound of his boots against the wooden floorboards familiar and comforting. Bucky’s presence had a way of grounding him, even when things got heavy. As Bucky reached the top, he took in the sight of the cluttered attic and let out a low whistle.

“Man, you weren’t kidding,” Bucky said, eyeing the piles of boxes and forgotten relics scattered around. He stepped closer, dusting off an old framed photo sitting atop a nearby box. “Found anything interesting?”

“Depends on what you call interesting,” Sam replied, tossing the glove into the box marked "Keep."

“Just a bunch of old stuff, mostly. Some of it I haven’t seen in years.”

Bucky nodded, setting the photo down and walking over to where Sam stood. He glanced around, the history of Sam’s life visible in every dusty corner. “It’s good to go through this stuff, you know? Makes you remember where you came from.”

“Yeah,” Sam said softly, his gaze tracing the room. How had he not been up here once since getting the house? It was so easy to get lost in his thoughts when he was up here, surrounded by his past. Everyone he’s lost were just that…lost, but here, they were alive. Their memories planted in boxes that he had to open to reminisce.

His mother’s cooking book was packed into a box of old library books he’d forgotten to take back. He could almost smell the aroma of her gumbo wafting through the air as he looked at it. His father’s tool set was stashed between clothes and newspapers, the same tools that had built so much of what made their house a home. And then, there was Riley’s card set, tucked away in a box labeled “Give To Sam.” It was a simple set, nothing fancy, but Sam remembered the countless nights they’d spent playing cards, talking about everything and nothing, their laughter filling the air.

The outside world had moved on, but in here, time was still, and he was reminded of it. Every item was a snapshot of a life that once was—a life that had shaped who he was, who he still was. It was both comforting and painful, a bittersweet reminder that while the world outside kept spinning, some things remained untouched, frozen in time.

He glanced over at Bucky, who was quietly observing the room, his own thoughts seemingly miles away. Bucky understood loss better than most, the way it could carve a hole in your heart and leave you feeling like a part of you was missing. Yet, in this moment, surrounded by the echoes of the past, Sam didn’t feel alone. They had both lost so much, but they had also found something—each other.

As Sam ran his fingers over the worn box labeled “Give To Sam,” he felt that familiar thread again, the one that tied him to these memories, to his family, and even to Bucky. It was frayed and tattered, but it was still there, holding him together, grounding him.

He reached in, sifting through the items that his parents and sister must have placed in the box. His fingers brushed against the familiar texture of Riley’s card set, nestled between a collection of old photographs and handwritten notes. Each photograph was a snapshot of simpler times—family gatherings, holiday celebrations, moments frozen in the warmth of shared smiles.

Then, that’s when he saw it. A small envelope, with the same faded, blue ink as Riley’s handwriting. Sam pulled it out carefully, opening it up to reveal a photo of him and Riley. The two of them were laughing, arms around each other, captured in a moment of genuine joy and camaraderie.

The photo was slightly creased, but the expressions on their faces were clear and vibrant. Riley’s grin was wide, his eyes sparkling with mischief, while Sam’s smile was warm and easy, a testament to their close bond. Sam traced the edges of the photo with his thumb, lost in thought.

“What’s that?” Bucky pulled him from his thoughts. Sam looked over with a bittersweet look on his face. “Oh,” Sam placed the photo in Bucky’s hand, “That’s me and Riles. Riley. He was my best friend.”

Bucky’s world came to a halt. The sight of the photo, so vibrant with memories of Sam and Riley, felt like a jarring collision with his own buried guilt. Every detail of the photo—Riley’s smile, the ease of their friendship—stirred a deep, unresolved ache within him. He felt as if time itself had stopped, leaving him stranded in a moment of painful clarity. The realization that he had been part of something so innocent and now so irrevocably altered made it hard for him to focus or even think clearly.

He remembered that night clearly. He was sent to shoot down a fighter jet carrying hard drives full of information. No, the Winter Soldier was sent to shoot down a fighter jet. Yet, nothing the size of a jet was coming up on his radar. Just two small red dots.

He had followed orders, locking onto the targets that appeared on his screen. The small red dots, no larger than the tip of his finger, represented lives, each one a small piece in a larger, unseen puzzle. The image of those dots merging with Riley’s face made him shudder. Each signal that flickered across his radar now felt like a haunting reminder of the innocence he had unknowingly destroyed.

Bucky blinked, trying to reconcile the dissonance between his past actions and the present reality. The mission had been a cold, calculated operation, executed with the efficiency of a machine. At the time, the red dots on his radar had represented nothing more than targets—targets he had been ordered to eliminate.

But now, standing in the attic, holding the photo of Riley, the gravity of his actions hit him with a crushing force. The dots had been more than mere blips; they had been lives, and Riley’s was one he had taken. The contrast between the sterile detachment of his past mission and the vivid, emotional reality of the present was overwhelming.

As Sam continued to sift through memories, oblivious to the internal storm raging within Bucky, the dissonance became even more pronounced. The life Bucky had taken and the life he was now trying to mend seemed irreconcilable, and he felt trapped between two worlds—one defined by his past deeds and the other by the shared moments with Sam.

Bucky’s vision blurred as he struggled to maintain his composure. The weight of what he had done and the reality of the present were too heavy to bear. He needed to find a way to face the past and seek forgiveness, but for now, he was left with the painful realization of the depth of his actions and their impact on the life he was trying to build.

He cleared his throat, a lump of guilt building there as well as everywhere in his body. “How did he die?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, laden with an unspoken hope that somehow, in some universe, he hadn't been the one to end Riley’s life.

Sam looked up, startled by the sudden shift in Bucky’s tone. He studied Bucky’s face, seeing the strain and the unspoken pain etched into his features. “We were tasked to carry some hard drives to another facility,” Sam said slowly, his voice tinged with sadness. “I carried them. I knew the risk. For some reason, Riles kept flying ahead of me. I told him to get back, but it was too late. He was already tumbling to the ground.”

As Sam continued to speak about Riley, Bucky’s mind struggled to absorb the information. The stark reality that he had been sent to kill Sam—his Sam—while mistakenly ending Riley’s life instead felt like a cruel twist of fate. The details of the mission now seemed to converge in a chaotic blur, his heart heavy with the realization of the gravity of his past.

The image of Riley’s fall, so vivid in Sam’s recounting, was a painful echo of the disconnect between his own memories and the reality of what had happened. Bucky’s chest tightened as he grappled with the truth that he had been responsible for the death of Sam’s best friend, while his own target had been Sam himself. The weight of the revelation settled over him, mixing with the gnawing guilt and remorse that seemed to permeate every corner of his being.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, reaching out to touch Bucky’s arm, but he was too late. Bucky moved with such speed that Sam barely saw him go.

“Need air,” Bucky gasped out, his words echoing in his head as he fled the room. The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off all sound.

For several seconds, Sam stood still, stunned by the suddenness of Bucky’s departure. The weight of their conversation and Bucky’s reaction left him feeling disoriented. When he finally managed to move, his mind was a whirl of confusion and concern. He knew he needed to check on Bucky, but the urgency of his own feelings mixed with the remnants of their painful conversation made every step feel heavy.

He moved quickly, following Bucky’s retreat. His heart pounded as he navigated through the house, driven by the need to find his friend and offer some semblance of comfort. The strained silence of the house seemed to amplify his footsteps as he searched for Bucky.

Outside, he saw a dark figure on the steps of the house. Sam stepped through the door, closing it softly behind him, and approached Bucky, who stood motionless, his back slightly hunched as if weighed down by an invisible burden.

As Sam drew closer, Bucky turned to face him. His expression was one of profound guilt, eyes clouded with a mixture of anguish and regret. The eerie look in his eyes only deepened Sam’s confusion, making the weight of their earlier conversation press heavily on his shoulders.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, his voice gentle but laced with concern. “Why did you run? What’s going on?”

Bucky struggled to find the right words, his gaze shifting away as he tried to compose himself. “Sam, I... I didn’t mean to—” His voice faltered, and he looked like he might collapse under the weight of his emotions.

The tension between them was palpable, and Sam felt a pang of empathy as he tried to bridge the gap that had suddenly opened between them. He wanted to understand, to offer support, but Bucky’s haunted expression left him grasping for clarity in the midst of the unfolding emotional storm. “Talk to me,” Sam offered, “What’s up?”

Bucky looked back at him, searching his eyes for a sign that he would accept whatever explanation was coming next. He wanted to believe there was a universe where Sam would forgive him instantly, where he would simply nod and say it was okay, maybe even suggest they go make dinner together to smooth things over. But that was a fantasy that seemed increasingly out of reach.

The guilt and fear in Bucky’s eyes were palpable, and he struggled to steady his voice as he tried to explain. “I didn’t know.”

Sam’s expression softened slightly, though confusion remained. “Didn’t know what, Buck?”

Bucky hesitated, his words catching in his throat. “I didn’t know who I was hurting. I was just following orders, but I didn’t see the people behind the targets. I didn’t realize…”

The silence between them grew heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved pain. Sam tried to piece together the fragments of Bucky’s fragmented explanation, his mind racing through possibilities.

He pictured the mission Bucky had been on, trying to understand what could have triggered such a visceral reaction. The fear and confusion in Bucky’s eyes, combined with his own turmoil, led Sam to fear the worst. He felt a deep, unsettling sense that the truth was more complex and painful than he had anticipated, and he struggled to process the full impact of Bucky’s confession.

Then, like he was there again—right next to Riley—Sam saw it vividly in his mind.

He’s flying, the wind rushing past him, and the air tastes like salt. Riley is ahead of him, maneuvering through the sky with practiced ease. Sam calls out to him, his voice lost in the roar of the wind.

Riley’s figure wavers as he responds, a brief nod visible before he continues to push ahead. Sam’s heart races, his concern growing. He tries to keep up, but the distance between them widens.

In that moment, Sam feels a pang of helplessness, knowing that Riley is moving too fast, risking too much. Sam pushes harder, catching up as Riley begins to slow down.

Riley eventually stops completely, hovering in the air, his form silhouetted against the stars. The moonlight highlights the silver on his suit, casting a stark contrast against the dark sky. He seems suspended in the night, a brief moment of stillness before the fall.

As Sam watches in horror, the serene scene shifts violently. Riley’s figure, once graceful and controlled, begins to plummet towards the ground. The descent is swift, almost surreal against the backdrop of the quiet night. The moon’s glow fades, and the silver of Riley’s suit becomes a fleeting glint as he disappears from view, swallowed by the darkness below.

For years, that’s been the story. Sam watched Riley’s death unfold, paralyzed by a crushing sense of helplessness. He couldn't make it to the ground fast enough to save his friend, the distance between them stretching infinitely as Riley fell. All those years of trying to track the shooter, and now, he was standing in front of him.

“What did you do?” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper, his mind racing as he struggled to grasp the magnitude of the situation.

Bucky’s hands fidgeted rapidly, fingers working unconsciously as if trying to hold onto something precious. “That’s not what—” Bucky began, but his voice faltered. A sob escaped him, his face contorting with the weight of his guilt. “I didn’t know, Sam. I didn’t—”

Without thinking, Bucky reached out to Sam, his body trembling with emotion. Sam stepped back, his face twisted with shock and revulsion.

“Don’t,” Sam said, his voice taut with barely contained fury. “Just don’t come any closer. You took him away from his family. From Sarah and the boys. You took him from me!”

The scream that followed was raw and unrestrained, each word charged with the intensity of his anger. Sam’s eyes blazed with a fierce, heartbreaking rage, every ounce of his grief channeled into the force of his outburst. Bucky stood there, overwhelmed by the weight of Sam’s fury and the chasm it revealed between them. The silence that followed was thick with the unresolved pain of their fractured relationship, leaving both men struggling to cope with the enormity of the moment.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said, his eyes locked on the grass beneath his boots. “I’m so sorry, Sam.” His voice cracked, betraying the deep anguish he felt. “I was following orders. He wasn’t the target. It was an accident.”

Sam’s eyes burned with fury as he glared at Bucky. “Who was the target then?” he snapped, his voice rising with each word. “If Riley wasn’t the fucking target, then who was?”

Bucky flinched at the intensity in Sam’s voice, his shoulders slumping as he struggled to answer. “You,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was sent for you. Riley was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn’t have the complete picture.”

Sam’s face twisted with disbelief and rage. “So Riley was just collateral damage in some fucked-up mission to get to me?” His hands clenched into fists, his voice shaking with the force of his anger. “Is that what you’re saying? That my friend’s death was just an unfortunate accident in your pursuit of me?”

Bucky’s eyes were filled with sorrow and regret. “I didn’t even remember it until I saw his picture.”

Sam’s voice was a raw, broken whisper. “And now? What do you expect me to do with this? How do you expect me to just—” He struggled to find the words, his anger and grief crashing together in a tumult of emotion. “You took him from his family. And for what? To get to me?”

“No, Sam, I—” Bucky’s voice cracked, his face etched with pain.

Sam’s breathing was ragged, his face pale with the weight of his sorrow. “Has this all been an act? There’s no possible way you took one look at the photo and instantly knew. There’s no goddamn way you’ve spent all these years around me, and never once did you look up and think about what you did!”

Bucky nodded, the depth of Sam’s pain reflected in his own shattered expression. “I never thought about it.”

Sam’s eyes burned with a mixture of betrayal and pain. “Never thought about it. I’ve talked about him so much. I’ve confided in you, and never once, did you put the dots together. You took away my lifeline!”

Bucky looked down, the weight of his own actions crushing him. “I know, and now… now I have to live with that.”

Sam’s anger and grief mixed in a torrent of raw emotion. “Well, living with it doesn’t change anything, Bucky. It doesn’t bring Riley back to me!”

There was a heavy silence that followed, thick with the weight of their shared pain and unresolved conflict. The night air seemed to press down on them, making the quiet feel even more profound. Bucky stood frozen, the enormity of Sam’s words sinking in, while Sam turned away, his body tense with the struggle to contain his emotions.

After a long moment, Sam turned slowly, his eyes fixed on a spot somewhere beyond Bucky’s shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. “What do I tell Sarah and the boys? How do I look them in the eye and tell them that the man they eat dinner with every night killed their best friend and uncle?” Sam asked suddenly, his voice low and tight. Bucky shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say.

Sam swallowed his pain, his voice trembling. “How do I explain to them that the man who’s been part of our lives is the same one who caused us so much grief? I have to find a way to face them, to deal with this... again.”

Tears pooled in Sam’s eyes as he stared into the distance, his entire body trembling with suppressed rage. “I loved you,” Sam said, his voice thick with anger and heartbreak. “You took my world from me, and you made me love you while you were hiding that. God, I wish I could hate you.”

Sam’s face flushed with fury, the tears streaming down his cheeks. “How could you do this to me? How could you be so close and yet keep such a terrible secret? I trusted you, and you betrayed that trust in the worst way possible.”

Bucky stood frozen, his own face pale with a mixture of regret and terror. The weight of Sam’s words hit him like a physical blow. His hands trembled as he tried to find the right words, but his voice came out as a strained whisper. “Sam, I—”

“Get. Out,” Sam interrupted, his voice rising in intensity. “Just get out.”

Bucky’s heart pounded in his chest, each word from Sam slicing through him like a knife. He looked at Sam with a mix of desperation and anguish, his own feelings of guilt and sorrow reflected in his eyes. “Sam, please. I know I can’t undo what happened, but—”

“If I see you again, I will kill you,” Sam stated boldly, “Super Serum or not. I will make you suffer, and I will enjoy it.”

The raw intensity of Sam’s anger left Bucky reeling. The cold stare of Sam’s eyes froze the words on Bucky’s tongue; the threat echoed in the air between them, the weight of it causing Bucky to shudder involuntarily, but his face remained expressionless.

For several moments, neither man moved, both waiting for the other to make the first move.

Sam’s eyes darted toward the house, the urge to flee from his overwhelming emotions almost too powerful to resist. He took a deep breath, shaking his head sharply to refocus his anger. His eyes locked onto Bucky’s with a fierce intensity. “Go,” he whispered, his voice cold and unyielding. “Now. Before I do something stupid.”

The words cut through Bucky like a knife, each one landing with a painful clarity. He understood the threat in Sam’s tone, the unspoken demand for distance. Bucky longed to reach across the chasm between them, to pull Sam into an embrace, to offer whatever comfort he could, but he knew better than to try. The gap of betrayal and hurt was too wide, and any attempt at physical contact would only deepen the wound.

Bucky’s shoulders slumped as he took a hesitant step back, his heart aching with the weight of Sam’s anger and the finality of his command. The desire to bridge the gap and offer solace was overpowering, but he remained rooted, his eyes reflecting the depth of his own remorse and helplessness.

Sam watched Bucky retreat, his heart a tumult of conflicting emotions. The finality of his own command was both a relief and a torment. He felt the burning sting of betrayal and grief, mingling with a deep sense of loss. As Bucky’s figure disappeared into the night, Sam’s anger gave way to an empty, aching silence. The house behind him seemed colder, a stark reminder of the fractured world left in the wake of Bucky’s departure.

In the distance, as Bucky walked away, the thread that Sam had once believed connected them began to feel like a frayed and broken strand. The once-close bond they shared, which had brought them comfort and togetherness, was now in ruins. The connections they had built were shattered, leaving behind a deep emptiness where their friendship used to be. The thread that had once tied their lives together was lost in the wreckage of broken trust.

As Bucky walked away, lost in the weight of his guilt and confusion, his phone rang. He checked the screen and saw a message from an unknown number. With trembling hands, he opened it to find a text that read, “That was tough to watch. Seems like you need a new partner.”

The message was a chilling reminder that his troubles were far from over, and the road ahead seemed darker and more uncertain than ever. Bucky's heart raced as he stared at the screen, unsure of what the next chapter of his troubled journey would hold, yet the only question he had circling through his mind was: Will this bring me back to Sam?

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for the fandom asks: 1, 5, 11 & 12 <3

👋 hello!!

From this ask meme

1: list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

1: Loves and appreciates Sam Wilson ❤️

2: The regulars are dedicated even after all this time! I love to see the same names pop up across the fandom when new fic or art or memes get posted

3: I dunno if everyone feels this way, but I don't think the sambucky fandom really has a lot of those fanon-treated-as-canon headcanon moments that other fandoms or ships do. It keeps the fics and headcanons fresh and lovely

5: something you see in fics a lot that you love

Banter, my beloved. I love that sambucky fic tends to have A+ banter regardless of the genre or trope.

11: if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

Tell It To The Bees (and the birds) I just really love that one

12: compliment someone else in your fandom

Where to start?! I appreciate the constants so much 🩷🩷🩷🩷 I've never been as engaged in a fandom before and I really cherish everyone around. @thatmexisaurusrex is a treasure as a fan and writer, and all of their work on the Library is so so appreciated. @funsized-loser is always putting quality fic on my dash (their own included) There are so many writers that I could list out (including you! I literally think about "Figaro meowed and Alpine didn't answer" at least once a day and then cry) but I'd forget someone and feel terrible about it. Listen, if I have ever reblogged your fic, there is a large chance I have referred to you as "my friend" in real life when talking about fandom stuff.