Sambucky one shots (Requests?)

Drunk Call

'It's Rileys anniversary and I couldn't handle it'
'Oh Sam...'

While Sam was crying, Bucky pulled him up and half carried him to his bedroom, listening to him vent.

'I-I just needed someone and... I didn't know what to do!'
'Mhm'
'And I couldn't save him!'

A sob spilled out of Sam, causing him to lean against Bucky, ducking his head. Bucky rubbed his back and half carried him to the bed, pulling the covers back and placing him in. He tried to pull away to leave but Sam kept a tight grip on his hand, refusing to let go.

'No. Please'

He shot Bucky a pleading look, pulling him in.

'I'm not kissing you, Sam'
'No no. Please just stay with me'

Bucky felt terrible. He knew how it felt to lose a friend. He knew Sam just wanted some comfort and reassurance. He couldn't though. Sam was drunk. He couldn't...

But it was just staying with him for one night?

Sam's fingers tightened around his hand, tears running down his face.

'Please. Just stay with me. I'm scared'

Bucky sighed, pretending to be annoyed but in reality he wanted to stay. He sat beside Sam on the bed and took his hand.

'Fine. I'll stay for a while'
'Stay tonight'
'

Fine'
'Dont leave while I'm asleep'

Bucky sighed but nodded, smiling reassuringly at his friend. Sam smiled back, his face covered in tearstains.

'Talk to me'
'About what?'
'About yourself'

Bucky sighed but began speaking.

'Well... My names James 'Bucky' Barnes and I'm 106'

Sam chuckled and closed his eyes.

'My favourite colours blue and I have a vibranium arm'

He was just stating the obvious but Sam was drunk so how would he know the difference.

As Bucky talked he felt Sam's hand move up his arm to his shoulder and slowly pull him down until he was lying beside Sam, shoulder to shoulder.

I should probably get up.

But he didn't, letting Sam pull the covers over him and wrap himself around him, clinging on like Bucky was a lifebuoy in a stormy ocean.

I should probably get up.

But he didn't. He just continued talking nonsense, to silence the buzzing in his own head.

'And I grew up in Brookly-'

He cut himself off, noticing Sam was asleep. Practically on top of him. He wasn't moving anytime soon if he didn't want to wake Sam.

And he didn't want to move anyway.

I'll just lie here for a while.

But the bed was so warm and Sam was so comforting and Bucky was so sleepy and he didn't want to wake Sam.

He fell asleep.

***

The first thing Bucky noticed when he woke up was he was warmer than usual. And comfortable. Like he had slept a whole night. He scanned through his brain and realised. He had slept through the night. No nightmares. No dreams.