Infected

Caught in the Middle

"I have a question for you," Sam said breathily as he and Bucky did cardio together, running laps around the compound.

"Yeah?"

"Why Sharon?" Sam finally spit out once they were finished with their final lap.

"Why not Sharon?" Bucky replied all too quickly, his brows raised.

"Haven't you seen the way that she treats y/n?"

"Come on, Sam. Sharon is only joking around with her."

Bucky rolled his eyes. He did know how Sharon treated you but he also know that Sharon saw her as a threat and was jealous.

"She definitely isn't joking around," Sam replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why are you so worried about it?" Bucky raised his brows once more.

"Seriously dude? Because y/n told you that she loved you, yet here you are dangling Sharon in her face. Why would you do that to y/n?"

Sam sat on the ground, stretching as he looked up at Bucky who looked less than pleased with the conversation.

"You and I both know that y/n was drunk and didn't know what she was talking about."

"Take it from me, metal man. Y/N knew exactly what she was talking about. Why can't you see that?"

Sam was already annoyed with the conversation and even more with Bucky, so rather than continue a pointless discussion, Sam got up and went back inside to his room to shower and then relax.

Once he was out of the shower, he heard a knock in his door and opened it just a crack to see who it was.

"Hey Sam," you said with a bright smile on your lips.

"What's up, rook?" Sam replied as he opened the door the entire way.

"Ignoring that," you replied, rolling your eyes. "Anyway...I might've overheard your conversation with Bucky earlier and I wanted to thank you."

"I didn't know you heard that," Sam admitted.

"Well I did. I was surprised but I also thought it was really sweet of you to defend me."

"Well he's being an idiot. He has someone great in front of him and won't open his eyes to see it."

You couldn't help but blush at Sam's words.

"So what are your plans for tonight?"

"Actually, I was thinking about coming to find you," Sam admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You were? Why?"

"To see if you wanted to go get a drink. It's been one hell of a week for both of us."

"It HAS been quite the week, hasn't it?" You laughed softly. "You know what, what the hell. Give me a few minutes to get ready and I'll meet you outside. I'll request an Uber!"

"Great. I'll see you shortly then, rook," Sam said with a smirk, knowing that nickname got under your skin.

You rolled your eyes before walking down the hall to your bedroom and closing the door behind you before going to your closet. After digging though your closet, you settled on a pair of skinny jeans and an AC/DC tshirt. Nothing too fancy.

Once you were changed, you grabbed your purse before going to meet Sam towards the entrance of the compound as you waited for your ride.

Once you had gotten to the bar and gotten settled, you had noticed that Sam wasn't being as talkative as usual. Something was clearly up.

"Are you good? You've hardly said a word since we've been here."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just some stuff on my mind."

"What's wrong, Sammy?"

Though you wasn't sure why it took so long for you to notice, you finally followed Sam's gaze to a cute blonde girl at the bar.

"Oh, she's super cute! Go and talk to her."

"It's better if I don't. There's no time to entertain a relationship," Sam replied as he picked at the label on his beer bottle.

"Who said anything about a relationship? There's nothing wrong with a little flirting," you replied.

"It just isn't worth the hassle."

You watched Sam as he ordered the pair of you your third round of drinks.

"You know, I've known you for two years now and I don't think I've ever seen you go out on a date. Actually, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever heard you talk about anyone before either."

"What's your point?" Sam asked, a brow raised in question.

"I don't think I'm necessarily trying to make a point. I'm just curious. What is Sam Wilson's type?" You asked as you rested your head on your hand as you looked over at Sam.

"I don't have one," he retorted, keeping his eyes on you as he took a sip of his beer.

After a few hours and more drinks than you both probably should have had, you were feeling exhausted.

"I think I'm ready to leave. I'm going to call an Uber."

"Fine by me," Sam said with a chuckle.

Who would've known that Sam, of all people, got the giggles when he was drunk. It was the first time that you had been drinking alone and you had more conversation within those few hours then you were able to have over the past week with how busy you both had been. That was the beauty of your friendship though, you always had one another regardless of how busy you were.

Once you had gotten back to the compound, you snd Sam were stopped at your doorway.

"I really needed tonight. Thank you, Sam."

You placed a soft, friendly kiss on Sam's cheek before opening your bedroom door.

"I'll see you in the morning. I can already feel the hangover setting in," you joked, smiling up at Sam.

Just as you turned to walk into your room, Sam reached out and grabbed your hand.

"Y/N, wait," he said softly before pulling you back to him and placing a kiss on your full red lips.

"What are you doing?" You muttered against Sam's lips as he gently pushed you against the wall just inside of your doorway.

Sam didn't reply as he quietly closed the bedroom door behind him before inching your shirt up and off of your body.

In your drunken state, you and Sam did what you had never thought that you would do. Never in a million years had anything more than friendship crossed your mind, yet here you were at two in the morning naked in your bed with your best friend.

The night came in flashes. You remembered Sam being gentle with you, taking his time to make you feel good. You vaguely remembered ending up in the shower with him and then everything went black.