A Winter's Ball

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A/N- 1856 words. This is kinda a HamiltonAU, I have no clue

Sam stepped into the hall, adjusting his collar. He hadn't been to too many dances like this. Though being a part of the Wilson family, a fairly wealthy and popular family, that came as a shock. He was never interested in the whole dancing and social part that comes with his family's statist. He'd much rather stay home and do, well, anything else. He was far more skilled in the kitchen than anything else, learning from his entire family, all being talented cooks. He looked around the hall and looked for someone to dance with. He quickly began fitting in, though it was short-lived

As the night went on, he danced with a few women. Natasha, Wanda, Jane. All beautiful, fine women. He wasn't sure what was with him, he was normally the life of these dances. Perhaps it wasn't the dance that was the problem. Or him, for the matter.

Bucky looked across the room, fixing his hair. He had been accompanied by his fellow soldiers, Scott and Steve, but as soon as they stepped through the doors, the ladies began swooning. Which was fine, Bucky was good at doing his own thing. He would prefer a wingman, but he can deal with it. Throughout the night, he did plan to dance with a few women, that's what you do. If Bucky was honest, he wasn't sure about the idea of being tied down. With the war and everything, he didn't know how smart it was. He danced with a few women, but one approached him, and he was quite caught off guard. She was quite beautiful, her hair put up in braids and a veil, along with quite a fashion-forward dress. "My name is Sarah Wilson" the woman, Sarah, introduced herself. He was very caught off guard. "Bucky Barnes" Bucky introduced. "Have you ever been satisfied?" Bucky raised an eyebrow in confusion, to which the young woman grinned. "That depends" Bucky answers, confused on how to answer, if he was honest. "Well, care to dance?" Sarah inquired, extending her arm. Bucky takes it hesitantly, he had never been asked to dance. "Alright" Bucky responded after some time.

They flowed across the room gracefully, smiling politely. Sam took notice of his sister and smiled, he then took notice of the man she is dancing with. His breath hitched. His smile was radiant, bright and beaming. Like a light in the dark night, shinning. His eyes sparkled in this overly light ballroom. He looked very well-built, very well-built. He then made the connection. This is Sergeant James Barnes. He did his sister land a sergeant? He shakes his head, still gazing. He then hears a sound that could drown out a battle cry. This man's laugh. It is far from what he would expect for a soldier. It was sweeter than the music playing, fuller and lighter than a warm summer breeze. His smile goes wider as he laughs, and he could get lost in it for days, probably years.

Bucky twirls Sarah around, laughing lightly, though that's not what you're really supposed to do. Supposed to be formal, apparently. Bucky hated that. He looked around as he did so and his eyes found a man by the stairs. His lips parted, and he almost stumbled over his feet, his stomach doing flips. He is now looking in some beautiful chocolate eyes, looking like you could get lost in them for days. His small smile even made Bucky's heart flutter. He had very strong-looking hands, they look perfect for dancing. He looked like a lost puppy, his eyes big and cheeks flushed slightly. Then, both made eye contact. Bucky was correct, he could get lost in those eyes, and he is. He smiled politely, yet this time, there was nothing forced. This man just made him wanna smile. Sarah speaks softly. "Like I was saying, I know someone who you may find interesting" Sarah informs him, spinning him in the direction of the man Bucky previously made eye contact with. "Him. His name is Sam. He's my brother" Sarah tells him. Bucky grins. "Thank you," Bucky says, truly grateful. Sarah nods. "You are welcome," Sarah says in return, a knowing smile on her face. Once the song ends, they walk their separate ways, Bucky making his way to Sam.

Sam sees the Sergeant make his way over to him and stand up straighter. "Sam? Correct?" Bucky inquires, a soft look in his eyes Sam hasn't received from anyone else tonight. Sam just nods, a lump forming in his throat, because of course. "Care to dance?" Bucky asks, smiling softly. Sam smiled and took Bucky's outstretched hand. They went far from the crowds, swaying softly. One of Bucky's hands placed on Sam's shoulder, the other on the small of his back. One of Sam's hands placed on Bucky's shoulder, the other placed on his hip. They smiled at each other, then blushing. Sam tries to break the silence. "So, Sergeant-" Sam starts, but Bucky interrupts. "Please, call me Bucky" Bucky's thumb softly rubs against Sam's shoulder, but they both pretend to ignore it. Ignore the blush spreading along their cheeks. "Alright," Sam continues, "where are you from?". Bucky sighs and meets Sam's eyes. Bucky smiles and begins, "small town south of here. Small island, water for days" Bucky explains simply. Sam hums and takes note of the twinge of sorrow in his eyes. He decides not to pry. "You?" Bucky inquires, an eyebrow raised. Sam scoffs. "What do you mean? I'm a Wilson, everyone knows about everything about me" Sam states, which is the truth. "True, on some levels," Sam goes to argue, but Bucky cuts him off, "but, I would like to know about Sam Wilson" Bucky finishes. Sam blushes a deep scarlet, as he says those words with such care, the way he says Sam, it sounds as though it's the sweetest name that has fallen from the sergeant's mouth. "Well, I love cooking and music. My sister and I, who you met," Bucky laughs at Sam's tone saying the final words. Sam grins and continues, "we have a piano and play it often, sometimes for parties, the majority of the time for free time. That's all" Sam sighs. Bucky absorbed every word, like it was a necessity. Bucky smiles. "Interesting, Wilson" Bucky says after a few moments of silent dancing. Sam rolls his eyes and laughs softly.

Once the song comes to an end, Bucky decides to show Sam something. He wordlessly grabs the shorter man's hand. Sam raises an eyebrow. "Where are you taking me?" Sam questions as Bucky pushes the door open. Bucky laughs and leads Sam outside. "This, sweetheart" Bucky's words fall from his mouth quickly and confident. Sam blushes and looks at the view from the balcony Bucky has led him to. "It's beautiful" Sam breathes out, looking at the city. In all the chaos of the war, it was nice to find peace, especially with Bucky. "It is" Bucky agrees.

There's something about the way that Sam stands out from the view, how he glimmers and radiates everything nice. He shines in the moonlight, his deep chocolate eyes reflecting every star in their view. His small smile shining brighter than any lights on the streets down below. His posture easy and welcoming, fitting right into this scene. Bucky notices a hand brushing against his, and he looks to see Sam smiling at him. He takes the other man's hand in his, a warm break from the cool breeze.

Sam shivers when the wind blows past, subconsciously squeezing Bucky's hand. He rests their hands on the railing, enjoying this moment. He looks at Bucky's face and really studies it. He sees the smile wrinkles forming already. He sees the steel-blue colour reflecting the moonlight. He sees his scars across his face, wondering what this beautiful man has been through. Sam sighs deeply, rubbing his thumb against Bucky's.

"Another dance?" Sam inquires, a small smirk on his face. Bucky chuckles. "Why not?" Bucky replies, and they both grin. The music is barely audible, but that doesn't stop them. They laugh as they spin each other around on the small balcony. Bucky's laugh is music to Sam's ears, and Bucky could say the same about Sam's.

As they hear the song end, they end up very close, very close. Bucky's arms are around Sam's neck, and Sam's arms snaked around Bucky's waist. "You're a very good dancer" Bucky informs Sam in a whisper, causing Sam to grin. "Not as good as you" Sam retorts, grinning wider. Bucky grins as well, looking deeply into Sam's eyes. "You know," Sam starts, his eyes searching Bucky's face, "my parents are desperate for me to settle down. Want me to find someone to support. I wasn't too fond of that idea. That may have changed" Sam admits, thumbs rubbing circles on Bucky's waist. Bucky raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?" Bucky inquires, biting his lip. Sam hums in response. "Mind sharing who?" Bucky adds, his heart pumping fast. Sam meets Bucky's eyes, a small smile on his lips. "Well, of course," Sam whisper, closing the gap between them. Bucky sighs in relief, melting into the kiss. Many people don't think too highly of love, of any kind, but this, it's special. It's passionate and gentle. Everything and nothing. Everything or nothing. This could never be rivalled. No matter what anyone says. They haven't known each other for too long, but they know this is love. And why is it frowned upon? Tonight, for so many, was to find someone to spend their life with. They found it. Why did they have to hide? Because they know they did. Why do they have to run away? These are questions bouncing through both of these men's heads at the moment. When they break apart, they give each other a knowing, sad smile. "C'mon" are the only words to leave Bucky's mouth, guiding Sam out the door.

A few years later

Sam and Bucky have purchased a piece of land outside of New York, keeping hidden as much as they can. They say that they're "good friends who never want to be tied down". Bucky still a soldier, Sam earning a job in law. Tonight, though, they have nothing to do. They sit on their sofa, watching the fire crackle, together, Sam softly stroking Bucky's hair. "Why must we hide this?" Sam questions, breaking the silence. Bucky takes a few moments to respond. "In another lifetime, in another century, Sammy, this will be okay, and people can be happy together. Everywhere. I promise" Bucky responds finally from Sam's lap. Sam smiles softly down at him. "I hope you're right," Sam tells him. "Always am" Bucky replies smugly, which is responded by Sam barking out a laugh. Bucky grins up at him, which is returned by Sam. Sam kisses Bucky's forehead, content with their happy quiet life, hopeful that two people can do this in a world where it isn't frowned upon, that they can show their love. Until then, Bucky and Sam are happy here, thankful for that fateful winter ball.

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