His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
He resurfaced, out of breath and with sticky clothes, to be met by her beaming figure. Her hair stuck to her forehead, lips purple and a bright white smile greeting him like home.
“You should’ve seen your face!” she smiled, throwing her head back in laughter.
Sam just chuckled, splashing her as he rolled his eyes, although it didn’t have any affect. “I’m gonna get you back, just you wait.”
“I know,” she coo’d, coming closer and placing her hands on his cheeks. “Though, I’m sure that I’m more surprised by your visit then you are by my prank.”
He shivered at her cold hands, but didn’t dare move to detach himself from her embrace. “Thought a nice picnic at the beach would be romantic. Now I kinda start to regret it.”
“Don’t. I missed you.” She pulled his face closer with her hands on his neck, kissing him slowly as the waves moved around them like it were making place.
He never quite could get used to her cold and wet lips, always sticky, but somehow refreshingly soft. They parted when a large wave pushed at their feet, skin touching skin as they breathed each other in after a long time being apart.
With a swift move, Sam swept her off her feet, carrying her bridle style out of the water as their clothes stuck to each other like second skin.
He laid her down on the blanket, steam emitting from her skin and shirt as she dried herself off by vaporizing the excess water with her powers.
“What about me?” Sam whined jokingly, laying on his side to look down at her. She looked healthier than ever.
She devilishly grinned up. “ Nah, I like it when you’re all wet and moisty.”
“Don’t ever say moist again.”
“Moi-” he cut her off with a wet kiss, basically sucking at her lips and face. She shrieked, pushing him away. “WILSON.”
“Yeah?” he innocently answered, “I thought you liked being wet?”
“In the water, yeah!” she whined, wiping at her face, “ not with your slime all over my face!”
“Payback’s a bitch, I guess,” he shrugged.
“Fine,” she said, holding herself up on her elbow, mimicking Sam’s position, “but if you want to be dry, you can do it like all other birds do. In the air.”
He threw his head back and barked a laugh, still curious about what that could even mean. “ Oh so I can’t call you a mermaid—which is not even insulting because mermaids are cool— but you can call me a bird now?”
“Yes, because I don’t have a fishtail but you dohave wings, Wilson,” she shot back, reaching to the backpack he brought with him. She zipped it open and let out a gasp, pulling out a box of brownies. “ YOU BOUGHT ME BROWNIES?!”
He snatched the box from her, “ Nuh-uh, I bakedthemmyself. And since you don’t want to help me, it’s mine.” He joked, tilting his head tauntingly as he took the lid off, taking an obnoxious bite with a smirk.
She gasped again,” I changed my mind. You’re not a bird, but a bastardgull.”
Sam gasped with laughter, almost choking on the cake as he handed her one. “Alright you win, little siren, jeez.”
They silently ate the other food he brought, listening to the song of the sea and capturing this moment in their memories.
“While you were gone,” she began, “I took the time to truly test out my powers.”
“Did you discover something?” he asked, remembering the way she struggled with her abilities, flooding herself and fainting when she strained herself. She never got to learn much about what she could do, being scared to be found by the avengers or other mutants. Sam kept her a secret.
“I don’t know, but I… truly feel at home,” she confessed softly. “I feel safe in the water, like it’s where I was always supposed to be.”
Sam scooted closer, flushing her against him as they gazed at the sea. “I’m happy for you.”
“What about you? How did the mission go?” she whispered, weaving her fingers through his.
He had been on a mission in Italy for about a month, unable to contact her. He had went to the beach there a couple times, kind of hoping— but knowing it wouldn’t happen— that she would swim out of the ocean and tell him it would all be okay.
“Not so great, actually, but that’s not what matters right now,” he assured, kissing her crown, “but I did get to fly a lot, so that’s always good.”
They sat in comfortable silence, legs and fingers intertwined as Sam slowly dried under the sun, her always cold thumb rubbing over his palm.
“Would you say, that the sky is your home?” she whispered after a while.
Sam thought about it, leaning his head on hers as he pondered his answer. “I don’t know. It’s where I am my best, but…” he wavered, not knowing the ‘but’. He knew the dangers of flying, especially after what had happened to his friends in the past. He knew the danger as he looked down at the ground miles below every time he flew, but still he wasn’t afraid. He loved being The Falcon.
“Why?”
“The sea, the water, deep in the ground— that’s my home. Where I feel my most authentic self. You, on the other hand, have a home completely on the other side of mine ; flying next to the clouds as far away from the water as possible.”
Silence fell again, both not knowing how to continue.
“How about you show me your home, then?” Sam proposed, causing her head to lift, looking at his face to know if he meant it. “ And then I’ll show you mine.”
They stood at the edge of the water, hands clasped, nervous breaths mixing with the salty air.
“I..I don’t know, Sam, I never tried this with another person—” she stuttered.
“Hey, hey,” he reassured her, running a hand through her hair, “ I trust you.”
“Okay,” she breathed out, slowly walking deeper into the water.
Forming a bubble of air around both their faces, they swam under the surface. She was fast among the waves, graceful, like it was as easy as riding a bike. She tugged on his fingers, excitedly pulling him along, blue light illuminating her face as the sun shone through the clear water like a spotlight.
They went deeper, the surface far away. It was silent, peaceful, fish swimming around their legs as they shared a quick kiss. Colorful corals filled the bottom, seaweed swaying with the movements of her body.
She was in sync with the environment. He could see that so clearly now. She controlled the sea, waved her finger to make it shape the way she wanted, blowing bubbles, shooting splashes.
She was home.
She was afraid of heights.
She clung to him before they even lifted off the ground. Sam spread his mechanic wings, running his fingers through her hair and gave her a soft kiss to distract her, lifting up to the clouds.
She only opened her eyes when they were steady, the wind blowing her hair against Sam’s chest, her skin pressing her down as she moved above the ground.
Sam rolled on his back mid-air, placing her on his stomach so he could see her face, watching as she sparkled with adrenaline and amazement. He effortlessly moved through the air, swift motions keeping them steady, air blocking out their laughter.
It was like he was floating, swaying through the clouds, arms spread like he was welcoming the world. He flew as if it was easy, natural, a part of him. He was an angel with mechanic wings. He flipped and turned, dipped and went higher above the clouds, until she overcame her fear.
This was his home, she decided. She leaned up to kiss him quickly, to not distract him, mouthing her love to him as they floated on cloud 9.
Different houses, but one home with each other
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A/N : Alexa play sweet creature by Harry Styles. “Two hearts, one home.”
I’M BACK… kinda? But here is a cute Sam fic I rarely see. Also rare fluff from me :)
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
Bucky had a good night at work. It had been a month since they started stocking Tony’s beer, and people loved it. It was their best seller most nights. They hired another server, Natasha, a feisty red head who didn’t take shit from anyone. Clint was back to work from his cochlear implant surgery, shocked at how much he could really hear, and how much his hearing aid hadn’t always picked everything up.
You were finally able to focus more on your own career, only helping out in dire situations, which had only been once in the last month. You made your way downstairs, with a hankering for one of Clint’s delicious bacon cheeseburgers.
“Hey Clint!” you said.
“Y/n! Hungry? I got a burger and fries with your name on it! On me! Thank you again for giving me that extra time off to recover. I really appreciate it!”
“Clint, no problem at all! I see you’re doing okay? How are you adjusting?”
“Well, some new sounds to get used to that I couldn’t really hear before, but overall, I’m doing pretty damn good! So good, in fact, that I could hear you and Bucky going at it in the office earlier. You two are real horn balls.”
“Well, from what I hear, you and Natasha have been making out pretty hard when you think no one’s looking, so…”
“Fair enough. I’ll have your food ready in a few minutes. Go take a seat at the bar and I’ll bring it out myself when it’s done.”
“Thank you, Clint! I’m so glad you’re back.”
You walked into the bar area to see Tony and Pepper sitting at the opposite end, Bucky behind the bar laughing at something Tony said.
“There she is!” Pepper smiled, hopping off her chair to come and give you a hug.
“Hey, Pep! How are you?”
“Doing great! I just found out I’m pregnant!”
“Oh! Congratulations! That’s so exciting!” you said, jumping up and down, hugging her.
“Thank you! I know I have a long way to go, but I just can’t wait for this little one to be here.”
“Slow down, Pep. We have a nursery to build, childproofing to do.”
“I know, I know. Don’t get your undies in a bunch. There’s plenty of time.”
“We’re all set for our St. Patty’s Day celebration! Tony’s got a great Irish Stout for us,” Bucky said, leaning over the bar to give you a kiss.
“Nothing green, I hope,” you said with a smile.
“No, definitely not,” Tony said.
“Good! That makes me a happy camper. Did you remember to order the corned beef and everything, Bucky?”
“Yes, ma’am, I certainly did. I ordered a little more than last year. I want to make sure we don’t run out again. Plus, with this new beer of Tony’s, I think we’ll have a super packed house.”
“Yay! I’m so excited for this year. It’s going to be so fun!”
Clint walked through the kitchen door, bringing out your basket of food.
“Clint, this is Tony,” Bucky stated, “Clint makes the best damn food for miles! He actually makes our fries from scratch – nothing frozen when this guy’s around.”
“And don’t think I didn’t see that last bag of Sysco fries in the freezer, boss,” Clint laughed, wiping his hand in his apron, extending it to shake Tony’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Clint,” Tony smiled. “I hear you can hear now.”
“Ha! Yes! I had hearing aids before, but I was starting to have some issues. I got cochlear implants, and I have to say, I’ve never heard better,” Clint said with a wry smile, looking at you.
You could feel your cheeks get hot, so you hid behind a huge bite of your burger.
“Oh! Clint! This is what I’ve been missing! Sooo good!”
“Thanks, boss! Can I get you guys anything?” he asked Tony and Pepper.
“I could go for a burger myself, that smells amazing!” Pepper said, looking at Tony.
“Eh, what the hell – make it two!”
“On us,” Bucky said, “I insist.”
“Well, if you insist,” Tony laughed, “who am I to say no?!”
After a nice afternoon chatting with Tony the Beer Baron and his wife, you went back up to your apartment to relax and take a bath.
As you soaked in your clawfoot tub, you heard the door creak open.
“What is it, my love?” you cooed, keeping your eyes closed.
“I brought you some wine, sweetheart,” Bucky said.
“Wine?”
You opened your eyes to see your husband holding a glass out to you, sipping on his own.
“What’s the occasion?” you asked, taking the glass from him with a smile.
“I’ve been crunching the numbers, and based on our projections, I think we can start looking at a second location this week. Wanna be my realtor?”
“Bucky! That’s great! I’m so excited. I’ve actually been looking at locations. I’ve got a few I can show you-”
“Doll, slow down. You look like you’re about to jump up out of the tub! You can show me later. Relax, that’s why you’re in there, isn’t it?”
“You’re right. I need to relax. But I’m so excited!”
He put the lid down and sat on the toilet next to you. Stretching out his legs, he gave you a big toothy grin, “I’m glad you’re excited. I am too. But the real question is, how are we going to have Clint cook at two locations simultaneously?”
“Ha! That’s a great question. Maybe he can train Peter. I think he’d follow the recipes exactly because he wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone, and he’s been asking if he can learn more in the kitchen. I think it’s a great opportunity for him.”
“That’s not a bad idea, Y/n. We can have Natasha manage the new location too.”
“Ohh… Clint might not like that,” you winced.
“I think he’d like his girlfriend getting a promotion.”
“She is the best choice. I can just see it all coming together.”
“Me too, doll. Me too. Now, you finish relaxing, and we’ll take a look at some places once you’re nice and pruney!”
“Deal!” you laughed, clinking your wine glasses together.
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
Later that night, after the bar was closed and all the employees had gone home, Bucky made his way upstairs to the apartment, walking quietly through the living room, past the kitchen to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved that bar, he hated the way he smelled by the end of the night.
He let the hot water trickle down his back, easing the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. He thought about what a partnership with Tony Stark could mean for them – extra free advertising among Tony’s friends, extra money coming in as a result of the extra customers that want to drink his beer.
The extra income would allow him to hire at least one more full-time staff member, which would give his beautiful wife plenty of time to realize her dream – finally. He knew you spent way too much time at the bar trying to save them money. Part of him thought that you’d still do that even if they had a full staff and you didn’t ever need to help out again.
He loved you so much, and he knew you loved him more than anything. He also knew that you put a lot of your own dreams on hold to help him realize his. He couldn’t wait for the day he didn’t need to see you filling in behind the bar, or in the kitchen, ever again. It meant that you were both doing exactly what you wanted in your lives, and you helped each other to get there.
He dried off, looking at his tired face in the mirror. He dried his long chestnut hair, and oiled up his beard – he wanted to make sure it was nice and soft just for you.
He walked down the hall, naked, and gently crawled into bed with you, his beautiful, smart, sexy wife.
“I love you, Y/n,” he whispered as he spooned up behind you.
“I love you too, Bucky,” you moaned softly, sleep thick in your voice
He kissed your neck, and nuzzled in for the night.
“Bucky! Babe! You up?” You said, walking into the apartment.
He groggily walked down the hall, boxer briefs on, hair a complete mess.
“Hey, Doll,” he croaked.
“Brought you Starbucks, Bucky,” you said, handing him a tall iced coffee.
“Mmm… you are the best, Y/n,” he said, taking the coffee and wrapping his arms around you.
“I showed a house today to that young pregnant couple. They fell in absolute love with the place, and I am meeting them tomorrow to sign the paperwork!!”
“Sweetheart! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!” he smiled, lifting you up off the ground, twirling you around.
“Bucky!” you giggled, leaning down to kiss his soft lips.
“Sounds like my baby needs a reward,” he said, kissing you back.
“What do you have in mind, my love?”
That damn sexy smirk was plastered on his face again, and you knew you were in trouble when he put you down on the kitchen island and you could feel his arousal on your thigh.
“Don’t you need to get to work, Bucky?”
“I’m sorry, I do believe my beautiful and successful wife needs my attention. Do you really want me to leave here, now, looking like this?” he said, looking down at his crotch.
“Yeah, you really can’t go down there looking like that. What can I do to help, baby?” you cooed in his ear, reaching down, pushing his underwear down, stroking his cock.
“I’m supposed to be rewarding you, Doll,” he breathed.
“You are rewarding me. You’re letting me do whatever I want to you, right baby?”
Bucky groaned, tilting his head back, breathing hard as you slipped off the counter top, falling to your knees in front of him. You licked up the underside of his cock, flicking the tip, making him shudder. You smiled before you opened your mouth to take him into it. You heard a hiss escape between his teeth as his fingers found their way to the back of your head, gently pulling your hair. He wasn’t trying to push you, he knew better, just encouraging you that you were making him feel good.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That mouth of yours – it’s gonna get you into trouble one day.”
You released him with a pop, smiling up at him, stroking him as he picked you up off of the floor and placed you back onto the counter.
“I wasn’t done yet, baby,” you whined.
“You don’t want me to fuck you on this counter?”
“Mmm… no, I do. I just wanted to have a little more fun first.”
“We can have more fun later. I want to feel myself inside you.”
He punctuated that last sentence with a hard thrust into you, making you moan loudly and wrap your legs around his waist.
“I love it when you don’t wear panties, Doll,” he breathed into your ear. He kissed your neck, down your clavicle, and between your breasts. His tongue made its way to your nipple, teasing and flicking it as he filled you up, thrusting hungrily into you.
“Bucky! Fuck! Baby… fuck, I love you so much!” You screamed, cumming hard as he continued to rail you on the counter.
“Fuck!” he growled, his hands on your hips, thrusting through your orgasm, chasing his own.
When he came, he grabbed your face and kissed you hard, his tongue massaging yours with fervor. You pulled him over on top of you as you laid back on the kitchen island, panting and moaning. His arms wrapped around you as his head rested on your chest, right over your heart.
“I love you so much, Y/n,” he said, moving to look up at you.
“Mmm… I love you too, Bucky,” you said, running your fingers through his hair.
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
“What can I do for you, Mr. Stark?” Bucky said, shaking Tony’s hand.
“I’ve got two beers for you to try today, Barnes. I’m hoping you’d like at least one of them, and maybe we can do some business together.”
Tony Stark was a force to be reckoned with for sure. He came in once a month with a new beer or two for Bucky to try. He wanted to have his beer on tap in Bucky’s bar exclusively, but exclusivity meant he could demand a higher price for the product once it took off. It’s a tricky game to play, but could be beneficial to the bar.
“Stark, I hope you’ve got something good. It’s going to take something really great to knock one of these off the menu,” Bucky said, pointing to the 5 tappers next to them.
“I think I’ve got something you’ll like, and it’s not seasonal, it’s a year-round beer. I know how much you like your Guinness, and I bet I can beat their taste and their price. I call this ‘Billionaire Brew,’ and it’s a delightful dark porter with a hit of chocolate and a dash of peanut butter.”
“Peanut butter? I don’t know, Tony, that seems a little…”
“Just try it, Bucky. I promise, you’re going to love it,” he stated, pouring a little bit from a bottle.
“Alright, but you’ve got to pour one for Thor over there – he’s my biggest Guinness drinker, and he’d be devastated if we got rid of his favorite beer.”
“You got it. Heads up, blondie,” Tony said, sliding a glass down the bar.
Bucky took a sip, and raised his eyebrows, “Wow, Tony, that’s actually really damn good. What do you think, Thor?”
“This drink… I like it! But not better than Guinness. Maybe you can replace that seasonal one from Sam Adams for a taste test with the regulars?”
“Not a bad idea, Thor. How much for a half barrel, Tony? I’m not saying I’m committing here, but I do want to see what my patrons think. If Thor likes it, it’s pretty damn good.”
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a half barrel for free to test it out. You know I want to do business with you, so I’m willing to do this to get my beer in here, even if it’s just for a month.”
“What’s the catch, Tony?” you say, putting your arm around your husband’s shoulder.
“Y/n! Good to see you! You’re looking well,” he said, handing you a glass of his beer.
You take a sip, tasting the chocolate and peanut butter, “Mmm, it’s like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup in a glass!”
“That’s what Pepper said too,” he smiled, “and there’s no catch. I’d just love to work with you guys. Your place is the local hot spot, and we’re neighbors.”
“And if we decide that we want to carry your beer in our bar, how much for a full barrel?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.
“I can give it to you for $45 a keg,” he said.
“Hmm, my wife said nothing over $40, didn’t you, honey?”
“Mmm, I sure did, baby. Maybe we can think it over. We’ll see how fast the half barrel goes. We may need to negotiate a little on that, Tony.”
“I’m all for a spirited debate. I’ll drop off that half barrel tomorrow morning. I can’t wait to see what your customers think.”
“Sounds like a plan, Tony. Thank you.”
Bucky and Tony shook hands, and Tony left the rest of the bottle for Thor to finish.
“I know what you’re thinking, doll,” Bucky said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
“Oh? And what’s that?” she asked.
“You don’t want this rich, arrogant asshole’s beer in our bar. I get it. But Doll, it’s really fucking good. And $45 is actually a damn good price.”
“This rich prick is doing this as a hobby because he’s bored. What happens when he’s bored making beer and moves onto the next project? He’s going to leave us high and dry; I just know it.”
“I hear you, but he’s a nice guy. And even you have to admit, this is really good shit. You can’t hold it against him because he’s rich… it was his dad’s money, and he’s trying to do something he loves with it.”
“Ugh, it’s really hard to argue with you when you’re being all logical,” you replied, nudging his nose with yours.
“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing you softly on the lips.
“Get a room!” Thor’s voice boomed.
“We have one, it’s upstairs,” you stated, “now, what can I get you to eat for lunch today, Thor?”
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