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Thanos’s army is almost here.
Sam looks for Steve. He turns a corner and sees him, holding Bucky so intimately that Sam feels like an intruder. He knows they’re close, the whole world knows they’re close, but this? Foreheads pressed together, hands resting on hips, metal fingers brushing strong cheeks?
They look scared. Like for the first time, they're considering the possibility of not making it out to the other side.
Damn. They could be a real couple, Sam thinks. They probably are, and nobody knows it.
He steps forward and hears whispers:
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”