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@samwilsonfest​ | samtember day 15: couple’s retreat | sambucky | rated T | ~500w

Rhodey sends Sam and Bucky undercover as a couple because he thinks they already are, except, well, they’re not.

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And all my days we can lay low Sam picks up the incoming call from Rhodey, finishing his bite of eggs quickly before putting the phone up to his ear. “Hey, Rhodes, what’s going on, man?”

“Hey, Cap, not much. Need a couple for an undercover job and thought of you and Bucky.”

“A couple of… guys?” Sam furrows his brow, looking up at Bucky, who raises an eyebrow in response.

Rhodey laughs. “Very funny, Sam. I thought a real couple might be more natural. And hey, you two get to hang out at a fancy couple’s resort for a few days between all the spying. ”

“But we’re not a couple-”

“It’s okay, man. I know you haven’t gone public yet and I’m not gonna tell anyone. You guys just have to get enough evidence on the underground illegal weapons business the owners are running for us to bust them. I’m sending the details to your phones now. Thanks!”

“But we-” The line goes dead before Sam can finish. He sighs, rubbing his temple. He can’t deny to himself that something has been brewing for a long time between him and Bucky- at least he thinks so, but it's fragile and they haven’t quite figured it out yet.

“You heard all that?”

Bucky shrugs, looking down at his toast like there’s something fascinating in there. “Yeah, uh, guess we could pretend for a few days.”

“Right, right.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sam groans, the incessant ringing of his phone waking him up eventually. 

“Hello?” he mumbles, hitting accept without opening his eyes to check who it is.

“Hey, Cap, nice job yesterday! I think we got what we needed.” Sam opens his eyes to a grinning Rhodey, the call being a video one without him realizing. Rhodey has him mounted up on something as he runs on a treadmill, apparently multitasking his work calls.

Bucky shifts beside Sam just then, making a grumpy noise when he realizes Sam isn’t wrapped around him anymore and scoots closer to press his chest to Sam’s back. 

Rhodey grins at the tuft of black hair and a metal arm that’s visible on the video now. “Ha! I knew it. See, I told you nothing gets past me.”

Sam opens his mouth but his morning brain can’t think of a succinct way to explain “well we weren’t a couple when you sent us on the mission but may have had something between us that apparently spending all our time relaxing and doing romantic shit fully unlocked so now we’re actually a couple because of this damn mission.” 

So he decides to just let it go. “Yeah, yeah, you got us. Bye, Rhodey.” 

Sam can feel the sigh Bucky lets out on his back.  “I hate that he thinks he got us. We should break up just to spite him.”

Sam chuckles and turns so he can face Bucky, pressing a small kiss to his forehead as he shifts closer. “Really?” 

Bucky looks at him with a deeply fond expression that seems to reach right into his chest and squeeze. “Nah.”

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Rated T Bucky/Sam  2673 words Written for prompt 25 of @samwilsonfest 2021, “Redwing.”

"Falconry isn't really about taming a wild thing. It's more like letting it be itself and convincing it that you can work together. It's like negotiating a partnership where you help each other."

Bucky glances at Sam with eyes just this side of too soft.

"Oh hell nah, that's not what I meant," Sam says. "It's not a metaphor. You're not the wild thing. I was literally just trying to teach you something about birds, man, get the fuck outta here."

- - - -

(Sometime before FATWS, Sam Wilson walks away from it all. Instead of helping the world with a shield, he invests in helping his community with birds. Bucky comes a-knocking on his door anyway.)

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@samwilsonfest day 09 samtember: cap quartet  phase 4′s cap quartet <3 they’re just vibing at sam’s place in louisiana 

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Sarah Wilson @samwilsonfest

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Excerpts from Sam's diary while on the run in 2016 for Day 12 of Samtember: On The Run. @samwilsonfest

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Inspired by Peggy Carter's episode of What If...? and the truly romantic meet-cute of the whole movie. And today being the first day of @samwilsonfest I thought this was perfect timing!

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An appreciation post for Day 1 - Training, @samwilsonfest.

Sam Wilson: *training*

Me (and Bucky, if he was there), watching:

[ID: above, there's three pictures featuring Sam Wilson in the training montage sequence, and below, there's colorful hearts surrounding Seb Stan looking exhausted / finish ID]

screencaps belong to @/hq-screencaps.

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@samwilsonfest​ | samtember day 10: secret admirer | sambucky | rated T | ~430w

Sam gets some fan mail from a secret admirer and Bucky has a response ready.

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The Captain American gig comes with way more fan mail than Sam had realized. They give him a PO Box number and a team that sorts through the gifts and letters. They handle his “social media presence” too. For the mail, they mostly filter out the racist, shitty stuff to flag for potential threats and send him the rest.

The rest is a lot of kids writing to him, which Sam replies to personally along with sending some action figures and games over. Then there’s the occasional secret admirer letter that sneaks in if it’s not creepy enough to be filtered out. Those he’s not quite sure what to do with. 

Bucky usually helps him sort through the letters when there’s a busy week and they pile up. 

It’s Saturday and they’re home so they decide to tackle the most recent pile that’s been building up in their living room. 

Bucky takes half and Sam grabs the other, settling in for a long afternoon but determined to finally see their dining table again. 

For a while, the sounds of letter openers and rustling paper fill the room, until Bucky snorts.

“What?” Sam tries to peer at the letter in Bucky’s hand.

“Got another secret admirer. This one wants to know how your lips taste.” 

Sam shakes his head, feeling his face grow warm. It’s a strange phenomenon to be desired by people he’s never met. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to it.

“Should I write back?” Bucky asks, lips quirked up in a smirk. 

He begins narrating, his hand gesturing in the air. “Captain America’s lips taste like [redacted] [redacted] because it’s none of your business. Love, his boyfriend: Bucky Barnes.” 

Sam laughs, grabbing the hand that’s still poised in the air.  “Are you jealous of a random secret admirer, Bucky Barnes?”

“No, I’m just being honest.”

“Uh huh, honesty. Right.”

“Yeah. And in the name of honesty, I think I should get a little taste. Make sure my description is accurate.” Bucky tugs at his hand in Sam’s, pulling him closer.

Sam chuckles, his heart squeezing in his chest even as he rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics. 

“Wouldn’t wanna make a liar out of you,” he murmurs, licking his lips. 

Bucky closes the rest of the distance, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. He deepens it after a moment, tilting his head to lick into Sam’s mouth.

They’re both breathing harder when they part, the mail forgotten. 

“Mm, yeah definitely [redacted] with a hint of [redacted].” 

Bucky dodges the smack Sam throws at him, grinning wide.

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Samtember 14 Mission

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader Summary: Sam is a man on a mission. Rhodey and Peter help him. Warnings: none Word count: 404 A/N: This is my entry for day 14 of Samtember 2021, initiated by @samwilsonfest. The prompt for today is "Mission".

“What are you prowling around for?” Rhodey stopped the spoon halfway to his mouth.

“Y/N’s coming over tonight for the first time. I want everything to be perfect” Sam answered and searched through the kitchen cabinets.

“Alright, I wish you all the best. And keep Tony far away from you two. What are you searching for?” Sam was now looking through the wall cupboards as if he’d find anything but tableware. And usually, Sam was the one you could send in to the kitchen blindly and he’d find anything.

“The long, thin candles.”

“They’re not in the kitchen. Why don’t you ask FRIDAY?”

“Right. FRIDAY. I didn’t forget I could ask FRIDAY” Sam seemed to be all at sea.

“Hey, FRIDAY?” Rhodey said into the room.

“Yes?” The AI answered.

“Where are the candles, the white tablecloth and where can Sam get a bouquet of peonies?”

“The cupboard in the hallway leading to the residential quarters on the third floor and the next florist is an hour from here. If you want, I can send a message to Peter and tell him to pick up a bouquet of peonies. He is getting a bouquet of roses for MJ” The AI sounded out.

“Thank you, and please do that” Sam breathed a little easier and straightened up. “Rhodey, I owe you. And Peter.”

Two hours later, Sam had prepared two dishes of salmon, sweet potatoes and beans, waiting under a cover to keep warm and taken the peonies a breathless Peter had given him with a heartfelt thanks.

The elevator dinged and you stepped out. It wasn’t like Sam had never seen you but you at the place where he lived made him feel a certain kind of way. Like the progress and the future of your relationship couldn’t come fast enough.

“For me?” You asked and took the flowers from Sam’s outstretched hands.

“You deserve all the flowers” He said quietly.

“So, you’re Y/N!” Tony grinned, having edged himself around the corner without Sam noticing.

“Hi” You waved your hand.

“You and I are gonna watch one of these trashy movies you always want me to watch now, Tony” Rhodey, who you had once met before when out and about with Sam, said and pulled Tony away.

“You treat her right, Sam” Rhodey looked hard at Sam.

Sam nodded at him, then looked at you. “I made a nice supper for us. Hungry?”

“Yeah.”

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Samtember Day 11: Multilingual

The local wildlife console Sam over the loss of Redwing in tfatws.

It's "Multilingual" because this happened in Germany. So they're speaking bird-German.

For @samwilsonfest

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@samwilsonfest day 23 samtember: BIRTHDAY  happy birthday to the best boy!!!!!!!!!!!! ilysw (i love you sam wilson) <3<3<3 

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Samtember Day 5: Family @samwilsonfest

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Samtember 05: Family

429 words | Rated G | for @samwilsonfest

Sam's eyes opened when he heard a voice outside their bedroom door.

"Papa? Daddy?" Their 4-year-old's tiny voice called out.

Sam was immediately out of the bed and at the door. He opened it and found Riley standing there with her purple blanky trailing behind her and her Captain America teddy bear in her other hand. The thing came with a plush version of Sam's wings and everything. Riley adored it.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" Sam asked as he knelt on the floor in front of her.

"I had a nightmare," Riley mumbled as she hugged her Cap bear close to her chest. "Can I sleep with you guys?" She asked with a pout.

"Is she okay?"

Sam turned around to face Bucky, who was now sitting up on the bed with concern written all over his face.

"She had a nightmare," Sam replied as he picked up the 4-year-old and carried her to their bed, and put her in the middle. "She wants to sleep here tonight."

"Oh, yeah, of course." Bucky moved to make more space for the little one. "Princess, do you wanna tell us what the nightmare was about?" He continued to ask.

"The monster under my bed tried to get me," Riley replied, pouting once again.

"Princess, we checked under your bed before bedtime. There's--"

Bucky stopped when Sam shook his head, warning Bucky against invalidating what Riley had to say.

"Okay, go to sleep, baby girl. It's really late." Sam changed the topic and leaned down to kiss Riley's forehead.

"I can't sleep," Riley announced, blinking up at Sam. "Can you tell me a story?"

"Hmmm..." Sam trailed off. "Okay, I've got one. How about a prince who chased another prince halfway across the world?" He looked up at Bucky and smirked.

"Maybe the other prince was in trouble..." Bucky huffed.

"No, the other prince just liked to annoy the first prince," Sam retorted.

"Boys, no fighting!" Riley scolded them.

"Boys?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at Riley.

"That's what aunty Sarah says when she wants you to stop fighting," Riley replied proudly. "Now tell me the story!"

"Wow, so demanding," Bucky commented.

"Yeah, demanding little girls don't get stories," Sam told her seriously. But then a grin broke out across his lips as he wiggled his fingers and said, "They get the tickle monster!" Sam brought his fingers down to her sides and tickled her.

"Papa, nooooooo!" Riley squealed. She giggled and tried to get away from his hands.

And just like that, Sam knew she had forgotten about her nightmare.

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goodbye

776w l for @samwilsonfest l yall i am so sorry

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“This was never going to work in the first place.” Sam tapes the box shut. 

“Maybe I never loved you in the at all.”

He folds open another one, tears making dark spots on the cardboard. 

“We’re over.”

He shoves a bundle of shirts into the box, not worrying about the neatness of it all. Sam was leaving, he said it himself. They were over. After an argument that actually had pretty good reason, Sam and Bucky had decided to part ways. 

“I can give you a hand, if you want.” Sam didn’t notice Bucky at the doorway, hell, he forgot he was in the apartment. Sam nodded shortly, not brave enough to meet his eye.

“Uh, yeah, sure, thanks.” Sam stumbled over his words, and felt the floor creak beneath him as Bucky made his way over, folding Sam’s clothes and gently placing them into the box. They stayed silent for the entire time, only the sound of heavy breathing and rustling cardboard cutting through the tension.  

Without a word, Bucky stacked most, if not all the boxes, and headed for the truck without a second glance. He left Sam alone with his thoughts, which is probably something he’d have to get used to. 

Sam still was in a bit of shock that all of this went down. They just… they couldn’t handle what consequences would come with Sam being Captain America. They stopped working. They stopped clicking. It started to become a tiresome round of how much more of this relationship they could find left. Turned out not a lot, because after about 2 years of marriage, Sam’s mission started getting longer, and Bucky’s patience was getting shorter. 

If they just had 5 more minutes. If everything was different. If everything was normal. Sam just wanted to see Bucky smile again, like he did when they were okay. Sam just wanted to hear Bucky’s laugh again, the infectious kind that never failed to get Sam laughing too. He wants the feeling of the secure arms wrapped around his waist one more time. He wanted what they had back. But, it was too late. Time moves too quickly for all of us, they’re lucky enough they got the time they ended up having. Sam just wished he could have a bit more of it. Sam just wished he had enough strength to fight back, to stay. But he can’t.

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“Truck all loaded up?” Sam inquires as he walks outside, trying to blink away any last tears. Bucky doesn’t look too good either. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah, you’re good to go.” It was clear how much the words pained Bucky to say, from his face to his voice to his eyes. Everything about it made Sam want to stay. Made Sam want to crash into the taller man’s arms and never ever let go. But Sam had to let go, if he wanted to hurt as little as possible, he had to let this go. 

“Um, thanks, Bucky.” Sam said shortly, offering a plastered on smile. The other man offered him a tight lip smile in return. For the first time in weeks, a sea of blue and brown eyes met, and for the first time in weeks, an expression of I’m sorry came over Bucky’s face. 

He didn’t speak his mind, though, he just looked away quickly, walking back towards the house slowly. “No problem.” Bucky’s voice was quiet, weak, and Sam wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare, tell himself it wasn’t real, and wake back up in Bucky’s arms. But this was real. The pain and his hurt were so real. 

For every smile they shared, thousands of angry words were yelled, cried, muttered, thought, heard, screamed. For every laugh, thousands of silent tears, angry tears, frustrated tears were shed. For every quiet moment, thousands of loud, unbearable moments took place.

Deep cuts hurt more than wide smiles.

Sam stared as Bucky walked slowly back into the house, blinking away the tears desperately. He could see Bucky do it, too. See the internal struggle of not just grabbing onto each other like a lifeline and never letting go. But they couldn’t, because whatever happened, whatever happiness there was before, would shatter even more if Sam stayed.

Sam nodded, and Bucky nodded back. It held 1000 memories

1000 smiles

1000 laughs

1000 quiet, soothing words

1000 I love you’s

1000 loud, happy moments

1000 ways that they both thought this was where they’d spend the rest of their life.

But the nod only said one thing. The one thing that was real, that was really happening. 

The nod was their final goodbye.