A tendril of something joyous and sweet circled in Sam’s chest, threatening to bust out in a beaming smile. He managed it down into something closer to a smirk. “Are you mother henning me right now?”
But Bucky didn’t rise to the jab. His expression stayed open and concerned. “Someone’s got to. You just signed up to be the first responder to the world at large, and you play it like No Big Deal. You need to have someone looking out for you.”
There it was. That camaraderie. That Brothers In Arms Mentality. It was wonderful, and it was awful, and it was why Sam loved him and why he wouldn’t ever dare say it out loud.
OR, the one where Sam inherits the Avengers Compound and decides it's time to put together a new team.
Easier said than done.