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Bucky may have bitten off more than he could chew with this job, he thinks, as he ambles along the sidewalk to the cafe after leaving campus. He is running off the fumes of exhaustion and hasn’t had more than 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep in the past week. Between his students and his thesis, he knows that it’s foolish to try so hard to hang on to his barista gig, but DC isn’t a cheap place to live and Bucky can’t live with other people.
Bucky is just trying his best, despite being a human disaster.
Sam would like it known that he did not plan this, no matter what anyone (Sharon), might try to tell you. He genuinely couldn't have planned this, even if he had wanted to (and maybe he did want to, just a little bit).It really wasn’t his fault that all of their initial had led them to a gay club in Munich. He was incredibly glad they had done the smart thing and scoped the club out in the daylight, it had led them to Sharon and to the realization that they were going to need a better plan of attack than “attack”.
“Her name is Rebecca Proctor.” Bucky stared out at the small two-story house with a forlorn, distant expression, clenching his jaw once before letting out a breath and turning to face Sam with a rare glimpse of vulnerability in those steel-blue eyes, “She’s my sister.”
Sam blinked, “Your sister?”
The ghost of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth, “Yes, my sister.”
In which Bucky has one more amend and Sam discovers something about himself along the way.
Sharon really cannot believe how stupid these two can be.
or
Three times sam took Bucky out and one time Bucky took Sam out.
Wherein Bucky is jealous of himself, the other Bucky is very confused, and Sam is frequently exasperated. Featuring time travel, kidnappings, and way too much discussion of destiny, love, and the self.
Bucky's missing.
In his apartment, Sam finds his arm, his phone, his dog tags, and a really angry three-legged cat.
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.
After the bar fight goes viral Bucky is forced to make some readjustments. On a whim Sam decides to invite him to Louisiana to spend some time with his family. And hopefully keep him out of trouble in the process. They may end up getting more than they bargained for.
“Can’t sleep properly alone in the house?” Albert asks, sympathetic, and Bucky knew he was tired, but he wonders if it’s even worse than he thought before Albert can see it. He always figured the serum did a pretty good job of hiding the usual evidence — bloodshot eyes and dark bags a rarity for Bucky.
“A bit,” Bucky admits, doesn’t say that he hasn’t slept a full night through without Sam in the next room. That when he has slept, his dreams have been nightmares. That he’s counting the nights until Sam is back. Only two to go. Maybe Bucky will come back here and pick up some beignets before driving to the airport to fetch him. Sam will complain about getting the sugar all over his truck, but he’ll gladly eat them anyway.
Albert nods like this makes sense. “I can never sleep right when my missus is away, either.”
It seems like everyone around town has gotten the wrong idea about Sam and Bucky's relationship. Sam thinks maybe their use of the term partner is the cause. Bucky might not be so sure about that.
“I’m not so desperate that I’m sinking to that level yet.”
“What? Resorting to exploiting your position or to downloading a dating app?” Sharon laughs at the exasperated look on his face.
“Either.”
“Well, they do say dating is hard as a celebrity, and that’s certainly what you are now, Cap.”
“Yeah? You got any suggestions for this celebrity?”
She thinks on it for a moment, drinks some of her wine. She’s probably got a few people who could be an option for Sam, actually. “I think you’ve come to the right person,” she tells him, sly smile on her face. “It was previously my job to get people the things they wanted, and I was the best in the business.”
Five times others try to set Sam up on a date (and realize something about his relationship status that he hasn't) plus one time Sam takes matters into his own hands (well, with a little help from Bucky).