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“We’re not dating!” Sam says, throwing his arms up in the air. He unzips his jacket and folds it over one of the chairs, moving onto his boots next.
“He’s literally your boyfriend Sam.” Joaquin tilts his head, gaging Sam’s mood, trying to see how far he can taunt him. “You both act all cuddly, and I swear Bucky’s eyes grow ten sizes when he’s with you. Plus! You let him help you fix red wing, you don’t let anyone else do that.”
“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my Bucky. Plus!” Sam replied, making a show of Joaquin’s dramatics. “He’s good with his hands and knows how to fix him.”
“Your Bucky?” Joaquin barked out a laugh. “You do realise that’s 10 times more romantic than calling him your boyfriend right?” Joaquin took a breath before continuing. “And please do not talk about how good he is with his hands, keep that between yourselves.”
“If he was my boyfriend I would be calling him baby or sweetheart.” He chooses not to continue the very exhilarating (to him at least) conversation about Bucky’s hands and how good he is with them before he completely loses it. Which is completely platonic, he tells himself.
“I heard Bucky call you baby the other day.” Joaquin replies.
Sam whipped his head up. “When? What did he say?”
Joquin snorts and Sam realises pretty quickly he was just messing with him. He picks up his bag and heads towards the hall.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Right now I do.”
“No you don’t…” Joaquin sing-songed as Sam walked out the room.