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Sam looks at his shaved face in the mirror, smoothing some aftershave on. He cleans up well, he thinks, smoothing his collar next as he admires his reflection. It’s Bucky’s and his wedding anniversary and they’re heading out to dinner at some new upscale restaurant that's supposed to be amazing. He wants it to go well.
Things have been a little tense since Bucky found out that Steve and him are still doing superhero work on the down low despite the new law banning Supers. He’s relieved that it’s all out in the open now and Bucky seems mostly okay with it. But still, he worries about Sam even more now that they’re fighting both supervillains and the government. The other man had made it clear that he likes retired life so Steve hadn’t originally wanted to get him tied up in their stuff.
Almost as if on cue, a giant robot zooms past his windows, destroying everything in its path. He can see another super is already on its tail but it’ll bother him all night if he’s not there and that thing looks huge. Then he gets a ping on his phone from Steve letting him know that they need everyone who can be there.
Shit. He’s gonna have to be late to their date night. Again. And not just any date night.
He pushes the thoughts aside, jumping into action to search the drawer where he usually puts his suit after it's been used recently. It’s not there. He furrows his brow, wondering if he did put it away in his exhausted post-mission state and forgot. But it’s not in the Stark-built storage case inside their closet either.
“Bucky!” Sam yells out. The other man is still in the shower.
“What?” He hears over the running water.
“Where’s my super suit?”
Apparently Bucky can’t hear him over the running water so he just gets another “what” back.
“WHERE’S MY SUPER SUIT?” He yells out, frantic with his need to get out there and help with whatever is going on. The sound proof windows muffle most of the noise but he can see people running and cars crashing as the robot-looking thing attacks the town.
Bucky finally hears him and yells back, “I put it away.”
He vaguely remembers a conversation about how they were taking the night off and Bucky threatening to put his suit away so he wouldn’t be tempted to join some fight that the other supers could handle. He didn’t think Bucky had been serious.
“Where?” Sam asks, growing more frustrated as he turns to see a helicopter catch on fire and hit the ground. Jesus christ. What is going on?
“Why do you need to know?” He hears the water shut off as Bucky finally get out of the shower. Sam hears the edge of annoyance in Bucky’s voice because he’s probably figured out why Sam needs it but is making him say it anyway. He sighs, resolving to make it up to him. Maybe this’ll be quick and he can pick up some flowers on his way to dinner. Maybe.
“I need it.” He lowers his voice, a guilty look on his face as Bucky leaves the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. Bucky crosses his arms, leaning against the wall next to the closet with a frown on his face.
“Sam, please tell me you don’t have to work on the one night we were taking off to have our anniversary dinner. We’ve been planning this for two months.”
“I know, Buck, but the public’s in danger.”
He gets a raised eyebrow in return. “My evening’s in danger.”
Snarky, okay. Gotta pull out all the tricks. Make that a bouquet of flowers and a blowjob.
He moves closer, hands held up to show that he comes in peace.
“Please just grab the suit for me? You know it’s for the greater good.” He softens the request with a kiss, pressing his body to Bucky’s against the wall.
“I thought you said marrying me was the greatest good you were ever gonna get.”
Sam winces. Quoting their wedding vows. Okay this is code red, for sure.
“I’m really sorry, baby but it looks worse than usual out there and I already got two all hands on deck texts from Steve. Think they need my help.”
I’ll make it up to you later,” he adds, kissing down his jaw to his neck. He runs his lips along the spots where beads of water have gathered. Bucky’s breath hitches, his hands coming to hold Sam’s waist.
“Yeah, you will.” Bucky says softly, sighing and pushing at his chest to signal to him to get going.
He goes to the closet in the hallway and comes back with the Super Suit, handing it to Sam. His expression softens. “Hey, be careful out there, okay? Let me know if you can make it and I’ll meet you there.”
“I will, baby.” Sam whispers against his lips, before starting to shuck off the suit he’s wearing.