(August Catch-All) The Things We Do

[unclesam]

CHARACTERS: Sam Wilson & You (Open + Closed Starters)
LOCATION: Various aboard the station
DATE: Immediately post mission + the days after.
CONTENT: Catch-all prompts for post mission feelings
WARNINGS: Will be added to Top Levels

[ Top Levels in comments:
Infirmary: angsty hurt people after returning from the mission
Mess Hall: the evening post mission, after the food delivery, alcohol is on the table
Simulation Room: the day after the mission, sam disappears and can be found zoned out in the simulation room
Training Room: hot dude working up a sweat while training, various days post mission
Lab and Tech Storage: redwing is the best boi, fight me (and Sam)
TBA: maybe closed starters for Bucky/Natasha?

If you'd like a closed starter or have a different kind of thread idea for which none of these setups work, feel free to hit me at inkcharm, Discord inkcharm#4573 or send me a PM. ]

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[starer]

[The worst day of his life. As much as he knows that Steve leaving had hit him hard, he knows that isn't it. Even Karli's death, the very reason that Sam's here isn't enough. It's something more personal than that. Something closer to Sam's heart. His parents deaths, perhaps. His aunt. But then there's the conversation from before, and the answer is obvious-]

Riley.

[His smirk fades, replaced with something far kinder. More understanding. Regrets have filled the majority of his post-Hydra days. So he knows what it feels like to wish he could change the past. To protect at least one more person. But Sam is better than that. Always has been. Always will be. He throws himself in to harms way, doing anything he can to protect the people around him. He's taken beatings, has bled for the cause. And still, he continues fighting.

Continues hurting. Suffering. Because he'd sooner keep those problems to himself than ask for help.

...he really does have a type when it comes to best friends.]

Next time you decide you need this, you tell me.

[Because he doesn't need to ask. If Sam needs the company, then Bucky will drop whatever he's doing to be there.]

You're not alone, Sam.

[unclesam]

[ It's the same expression that Sam had when Bucky apologized to him over the shield. A furrow between his brows, that shaky intake of breath and slow exhale on slumping shoulders. Some things you need to hear, but they still pull at you hard. Sam... hadn't quite realized how badly he needed to hear someone tell him this lately. It's something he's known, on some level - he's got his sister, he's got the community in Delacroix, and he knows he's got Bucky - and Natasha, here and now.

Still hits different to be told he's not alone, especially when that's something he tries very hard to be. Alone in shouldering the weight of the whole damn world if he must.

But he's really not, isn't he? Maybe it's time he starts letting himself count on the fact that he's got Bucky - and that opening up to him won't be seen as burdening him. That Bucky has planted himself in Sam's corner not out of obligation but because it's where he wants to be, and would stop anything else to have Sam's back just the same as Sam would for him. ​]

Thank you.

[ Because he is grateful to hear it - and perhaps, needed that reminder a little bit.

He holds his hand out, offers it to Bucky just like they clasped hands after their tough love heart to heart back in Delacroix, before Bucky had to leave to deal with the rest of his list, and Sam had to invest time in training with the shield. ]

You keep finding me when I need it. Promise I'll make that a bit easier on you in the future. You gonna allow me to do the same for you?