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Things possibly couldn’t have gone worse.
Hanging from a speeding truck by one arm was bad enough. Knowing Walker was doing their job while he uselessly tried not to hit the asphalt and die? Christ. Knowing Sam had to abandon the fight to save his ass? Well.
He didn’t even have the time to grab anything as Sam flew into him with full force and held him by the waist as they rolled around in the grass. For what felt like minutes they held onto each other and did their best not to let the other go. Finally, they stopped with Bucky on top of Sam, disheveled and out of breath.
“Could’ve used that shield.” Bucky choked out, looking anywhere but at Sam’s face.
“Shut the hell up.”
There was a long sigh and Bucky involuntarily looked down, both of them still out of breath and covered in grass.
“Do you, maybe, plan on getting off of me?”
“Not really.” They were still pressed against each other and Bucky smirked when Sam rolled his eyes, unphased. His hands were still resting against his lower back and he still made no move to actually push him off, so Bucky did the only thing his brain could focus on and leaned down.
It wasn’t the best, as far as kisses go. They both tasted of dirt and blood and adrenaline was the only thing keeping them from feeling the effects of tumbling down a field (and falling from a plane in Bucky’s instance). But it felt better than anything Bucky remembered and he didn’t want it to stop. It only did when Sam gently pushed him off and sat up, Bucky following him with concern written on his face.
“We do have to start walking to the airport. It’s not that close.” He grabbed Bucky’s hand and got up, pulling him upward as well. “Come on, grandpa.” Sam pulled him closer and kissed him again, quickly and softly, before dragging him through the field.
“Do try to process this in time for us to get on the plane.”
“I hate you.”