Bucky bites the inside of his cheek and sighs a little. “I just thought maybe it was time I stopped hiding,” he says. He looks out to the streetlights below, off into the distance, unable to meet Sam’s eyes.
At that Sam lowers himself down to the roof and tucks the wings back in sensing he’s not in any immediate danger. He never expected Barnes to be so… vulnerable, not yet anyway and now he feels he needs to show some kind of understanding. “Well I can pass a message along, or he’ll be here tomorrow morning if you want to arrange another creepy emergence from the shadows.”
That gets a small smile from Bucky as he finally looks at him face to face. “Sure, you owe me a drink anyway,” Bucky says.
And Sam can’t help but laugh at that.
a story of finding love in unexpected places, coming soon