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“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna have to kiss you.”
Bucky snapped out of his thoughts, slowly processing what Sam had just said. The cogs in his head turned until they clicked into place. His face grew warm, and he groaned, knowing there was an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. “Oh my God, don’t say embarrassing things like that out of nowhere.”
Sam laughed and moved to sit beside his partner. They were currently sitting inside the plane, on their way back home after a mission, and the bench they sat on dipped under their weight. “I’m your boyfriend, I’m allowed to embarrass you.”
“You’re such a pain in the ass.”
“Ah, well, you’d know that best.”
“Sam!” Bucky smacked his partner lightly on the arm, causing him to laugh harder. “Sorry...Not really.” Bucky glared at him, his cheeks red as cherries. Sam chuckled and smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear—it was getting longer, Sam noticed, it’d been a while since Bucky had gotten a haircut—and watched as the color red slowly reached the tip of his ears. “It’s fun to see how easily flustered you get. Besides, it serves a distraction, doesn’t it?” He gave him a knowing smile, placing his hand over his metal one.
Bucky raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. “Yeah, thanks...I guess.” Sam nodded and let Bucky intertwine his fingers with his, the metal cool against his warm skin. “How often do you have these episodes now?”
“Not as often...as before. Way less, definitely way less.”
“Well, I’m glad.”
“Yeah, dissociation sucks,” Bucky sighed and rested his head on Sam’s shoulder, slowly closing his eyes. Sam glanced at him and placed a kiss at the top of his head, as Bucky began to fall asleep.