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    you’re exhausting

    that’s all buck can hear

    [edit on 2/26/23: new version of find you is being uploaded but this version will stay up until the new version is done being updated]

    [edit on 4/12/24: new version of find you was being uploaded then life got insane...i plan to come back to it and revise and fix all the holes in this fic when i can!! thank you for the continued love and support for this fic despite all the glaring mistakes!! <3]

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    That seems to be the thing that breaks the ice between them; Bucky's never really hung out with Sam before, past being jammed into a too-small car for six hours and then two uncomfortable months in a safehouse trying not to get on each other’s last nerve. Now they’re getting lunch or coffee every few days. Sam falls asleep on Bucky’s couch three more times. Bucky joins him and Steve a couple of times on their morning run.

    He doesn’t notice, is the thing; doesn’t notice how ever since Sam slept on his couch that night he’s been letting Bucky closer bit by bit, that as Bucky’s been wondering about the boundaries and structures of friendship, Sam’s been drawing in.

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    “Hey,” he tries, “hey darlin’, can you pass me the milk?”

    “Oh sure,” Sam responds after a long pause. “Here you go. Sweetie.”

    “Thanks, hon, you’re a real doll,” Bucky drawls, and pours himself another bowl of cereal, tops up his coffee, takes a mouthful of milk straight from the carton just for good measure. Sam narrows his eyes.

    “That’s disgusting,” he sighs, and Bucky makes deliberate eye contact, swallows another mouthful. Sam holds his gaze. “Cupcake, come on, I gotta drink that shit, stop putting your mouth all over it.”

    “I’ll put my mouth all over wherever I want,” Bucky tells him. “Sweetheart.”

    “Will you just,” Sam mutters, and sips his black coffee like he’s totally unruffled, and Bucky is startled to discover that he’s the one who’s blushing. Shit. Maybe this was a tactical error.

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    "You don't gotta hold my hand," Bucky says after a minute or two. "It's not like it hurts."

    "Sure it does, asshole," Sam tells him, but he knows it comes out almost fond, and his hand is warm, and Bucky apparently leaves it at that.

    When the artist goes over the edges of scar tissue, Bucky tightens his grip, and Sam doesn't say anything at all.

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