Different as Night and Day (Winterfalcon)

Curiosity killed the Captain

Bucky's POV
I woke up gradually. Another almost nightmare free night. How was the even possible-

Wait a minute.

Who's gloriously god-like muscles are on my shoulder?? I opened my eyes to find an arm over my shoulders. Sam's gentle snores reached my heightened ears and I had to keep myself from swooning-

Hold on did I just think that? Was the Winter Soldier, one of the most feared men in the world, SWOONING?! My face was buried comfortably in the man's chest and I took a sharp breath in as my neck and cheeks burned with scarlet heat. Blushing and swooning?!?!

Sam's eyes fluttered open and I shut mine quickly. I kept my breathing slow, having years of practice HYDRA made me the master of pretending to be asleep.

I could practically feel his stare, like tiny sunbursts all over my face and forehead. My eyes didn't need to be open to know he was beaming with that thousand watt smile.

He slowly got his arm off my shoulder, carefully trying not to wake me up. He was adorable like wow.

I opened my eyes pretending to be sleepy.

"Morning." I hadn't spoken yet so my voice still had that sleepy and sultry edge.

I remembered last night.

I had told him I loved him.

He sat up, scooting himself to sit against the headboard as I stayed laying down. We sat in silence, both of us lost in thoughts.

His voice broke me out of my trance as I looked up into his eyes.

I could get lost in those eyes. They reminded me of a Southern sunset. Deep hues of gold and red, auburn and bronze tones making him look utterly magical. They transfixed me, enchanting me, completely making me useless. I usually hated feeling useless but this wasn't HYDRA's control. I felt safe.

I felt safe with Sam Wilson.

"Do you wanna talk about last night?"

I stared at him thinking of what to say. My mind was spinning as I wanted to ask if smoke was coming from my ears. Should I deny I said anything? Should I tell him the truth?

"We don't have to-"

I cut him off. "No. Sam, I wasn't lying. I don't know what you'll think of me now. But I wasn't lying."

He sat, stunned. I wanted to leave. Run, jump, sprint, something. Just get as far away from him as I could. What if he hated me? What if he hated me just like Steve would've if he knew? What if nothing had changed after 70 years and I would still be rejected?

"Well did you hear me?"

I thought back. It dawned on me, he had said he loved me too.

"Sam. Did you mean it?"

He nodded, a hopeful smile and glint in his eyes.

I felt a tear trace down my face as I hugged his waist.

He hugged me back gently.

"Woah Bucky why are you crying? It's ok. We can do whatever you want we don't have to date or anything-"

"Sam. Has it really changed? People. They...they..."

Tears traced down Bucky's cheeks as he held onto Sam.

Sam's POV
The Winter Soldier was crying around my waist.

I didn't realize what he asked me until it hit me.

This man, from the 40's, had just asked me if stuff changed. If people had changed.

"Oh Bucky...."

I tried to find words.