Lost and Found

Angel

A/N: words: 2015. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Yep, that's all I have to say. Enjoy!

They both sat on Sam's bed, watching some show Bucky had never heard of. Sam's hand was gingerly placed on Bucky's knee. Since the hug a few days ago, they got closer. It was just little things. Throwing an arm around the other, a hand on the other's knee. Sometimes they'd fall asleep holding hands. And what did it do? On the surface, it looked effortless, so easy and casual. But it drove both of them insane. Each touch made their hearts flutter, an instant smile taking over both of their faces. And each one made them want more. Something more intimate.

Each time Sam had a nightmare, Bucky wanted to reach out and hold him, pull him close and whisper soothing things. Press a kiss to his temple and tell him that everything will be ok. But it doesn't work that way. There were so many more complicated things that came with that. One, how did Bucky even know that Sam was into guys? Plot twist, he didn't. So it made it harder, each time Sam grabbed his hand. Wrap an arm around his shoulders, making them all too close. It was a lot.

Sam felt his heart pound against his chest, as he watched Bucky slowly place his hand over Sam's. He showed no sign of panic, neither did Sam. It was naturally, like they'd done it a hundred times. Well, maybe they had.

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As the final episode of season 2 of Friends finished, they started making lunch. The sun was peaking through the window beside the kitchen as Sam chopped up vegetables and Bucky was making pasta. It was a nice routine. Sure, Bucky had no idea how to cook, but Sam helped him with that, giving him instructions when Bucky needed it. Bucky thought he was getting the hang of it. He thought.

He had just set the pasta in the water, and now he turned away from the pot for a minute. He leaned against the fridge and watched as Sam diced up the peppers. It wasn't scary, no, why would anyone think that. He was just observing Sam, that was it. He didn't exactly notice the burning smell unless Sam pointed it out.

"Buck, the pasta is burning." Sam told him, a laugh dancing in his voice despite the situation. Bucky turned to the pot, startled, to see and smell that, yes, the pasta was burning. He rushed over at the same time as Sam, and they ran into each other, Sam's chuckles growing into laughter. "How did you do this?" Sam questioned, a grin spread on his face. Bucky looked down sheepishly. "I wasn't paying attention." he muttered out shyly, and Sam's grin widened. "Right, because I'm very distracting." Sam murmured, amused. Bucky turned bright red, eyebrows furrowed. "Don't push it." Bucky said playfully, and Sam laughed louder, and Bucky ended up laughing, too

Thankfully, the past was salvageable, so Bucky didn't feel too guilty. They sat at the table and ate, chatting here and there. Even though they lived together and barely left the apartment, they had lots to talk about. They had talked about getting a job, but Bucky's a wanted fugitive, and if Steve had any way of finding out that Sam had found Bucky, it'd be game over. So, they stayed in their apartment, with the money they had, which was a surprising amount all things considered.

"So, what did you think of Friends?" Sam questioned, and Bucky sighed. "At wasn't horrible, had some funny stuff, I guess." Bucky replied, and Sam smiled. "Good, because there are 10 seasons." Sam explained, and Bucky's mouth fell open. "I have to watch 10 seasons of those peoples lives escalate?" Bucky asked, cracking a smile, causing Sam to laugh. "Yeah." Sam answered, and Bucky shook his head in fake annoyance. Sam grinned, small laughs still escaping his lips.

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Sam glanced looked over his book to look down at Bucky, who was reading as well. They read a lot, as it's really the only other thing to do. At the moment, Bucky's hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and he's wearing Sam's sweater. Once again. It didn't bother Sam, not one bit, but it threw him off. It was a bit tight on Bucky, but he didn't seem to notice. Sam hated that he himself noticed, but that's not what he was focusing on at the moment. He noticed how bright he looked. And he looked adorable, Sam just had to put out there.