Lost and Found

anniversary

A/N: words: 2084. hdsgsdjhjsd. you know? like legit hjsuwegfewu. anyway, enjoy!

Sam is woken up by his alarm, which is weird for two reasons. One, he doesn't have a mission today, and two, it's midnight. Then, he catches the date. August 29th. The day, the day he and Bucky first kissed, the day he realized that his feelings were mutual. The day everything changed. And they were countries away.

Sam felt the tears welling in his eyes, and he let them fall. Because he wasn't there. Or Bucky wasn't here. Either way, on their anniversary, their goddamn anniversary, they were apart. He buried his face into the pillow, pulled his blankets over him, and sobbed. God he should be there. They should be together. He should be able to say something cheesy that makes Bucky roll his eyes. They should be making breakfast together, as ABBA played quietly in the background. Sam should be able to force Bucky to dance with him, to which Bucky would complain, but never actually pull away. Sam should've kissed Bucky good morning. Hell, they should be in the same time zone. But they're not. For some awful reason, they're not.

Sam eyed his falcon gear in the corner of his room, and got a really stupid idea. But he could do it. It's pitch black, no ones awake, and he'd kill to see Bucky right now. This was a no brainer.

Sam pulled the blankets off of him, and threw on a pair of track pants and a hoodie. Then, he strapped on his gear, and set course for Bucky. He was gonna see Bucky. Rules be damned. Government be damned. It was his anniversary.

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Bucky shot up awake, a nightmare. Sam. He killed Sam. He pulled the trigger. He watched as Sam fall, and he heard Sam's words. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm flying. That broke Bucky. He cried, he felt himself shaking. God, it was horrible. He just needed to know Sam was here. And he couldn't. Sam was probably sleeping, and he didn't want to bother him.

He picked his phone to check the time and his eyes darted to the date. August 29. Of course. Bucky fell against his pillow, tears streaming down his face even more. He couldn't believe this. He should be with Sam. He should hold him, he should cook some romantic meal that Sam would eventually need to salvage, laughing all the while. That should be what today is. But now, they're stuck apart. On opposite ends of the world.

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Sam could see Bucky's building, and he felt like crying. He was here, oh, thank god he was here. He could see Bucky. He was in the same timezone as Bucky. Finally.

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Bucky heard movement from outside his door, and grabbed the knife from under his pillow.

"Buck."

Sam. The knife clattered to the ground, and he went to open the door. "Sammy." Bucky couldn't stop the grin that took over his face. Sam moved inside the apartment, grinning at Bucky. "God I missed you." Sam mumbled, wrapping his arms around Bucky's waist. Bucky brought his hands up to cup Sam's cheeks. "I missed you too, Sam, oh my god." their lips met, and, wow, did Sam miss this. It was him and Bucky, and that was it. That's all they needed.

They pulled away slowly. Sam felt happier than he'd been in a while.

"How are you- what are you-" Bucky started. Sam shook his head.

"No mission today, I'll make up an excuse when I get back. I couldn't miss our anniversary." dammit, Bucky was crying. He was just so happy. He wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and pulled him close. He rested his head on Sam's shoulder, grinning as he cried. He felt Sam crying too, because this was so overdue. This was months overdue. He got to hold Sam again, and that was all that mattered.