Got Your Back - Sam Wilson Drabble

Authors Notes: So @csigeoblue​ mentioned that a Sam drabble would be cool and then I couldn’t get him outta my head and now this happened so...here ya go lol. This takes place during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier but there are no spoilers in this. (Also, it’s midnight here and I’m exhausted so please don’t hold any spelling errors against me..)

Word Count: 580

Notes/Warnings: Angst but not really, self doubt, a Bucky glare and mentions of knives (very briefly)

Masterlist

It had been three years on this neon Island. Three years of hiding and running from your government. All because you did the right thing. Sure, you released confidential information, but the “powers at be” needed to be held accountable for all the people they’d stepped on to get to the top.

You had to hide but it was worth it.

Until now.

You’d gotten word from Sharron that you may be having some company but she didn’t say who and what you didn’t expect was how they got there.

You’d heard a soft noise from your back bedroom. You grabbed the knives that you kept on your desk and carefully made your way down the hall. A figure moved past the cracked door and you threw the blade hard.

It clanged against metal and you heard someone swear.

Bucky ripped the bedroom door open with a glare.

“Wow, guys.” You said once you realized who it was. “Knock much?” You didn’t wait for any of them to respond. You only went back to the living room and to your computers.

Footsteps approached from behind.

“You’re supposed to hate me, you know?” You said not looking back at the man you knew was standing behind you. Sam had been a friend to you before the blip but you just knew he probably didn’t approve of your rogue intel dump.

Sam laughed out loud, making you frown and turn to look at him.

“Is that what this is?” He chuckled. “So, we doin’ this high school angst thing now? Okay, okay. Got it. You let me know when you grow outta that.” He grinned as he leaned against your desk.

“It’s not-”

“No, no- wait. Let me guess. ‘It’s not a phase, mom’!” Sam laughed again.

You waited for him to finish.

He regained his composure and looked at you with an expression that said he really did know what you meant.

“Look, I get it,” he said as he finally quit laughing. “I really do. It feels like the world is against you but, don’t project that onto people you know for a fact care about you. No matter what your insecurities may be. You know I’ve got your back. I don’t care what laws you broke. If you broke them, it was probably for a good reason.”

You nodded. “No one else sees it that way.”

“Who cares about everyone else? Did you do what was right?” He asked looking at you.

“Yes.” You said confidently.

“Then that’s all that matters. So you gotta be on the run for a bit but these things always work themselves out. Look at Bucky. Man was an international assassin and got a full pardon.”

“He really does hate me.” You said with raised brows. Bucky hadn’t exactly been friendly since the two of you met.

“Nah, that’s just his face. And he has a thing about the arm. You probably scratched the paint or something. He’ll get over it. That was scary accurate, though. You been taking lessons from Clint?”

That made you laugh. “No.” You were glad to see him again. You missed the way he didn’t put up with your bull. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Now look, I need your super computer skills so let’s order some pizza and recharge that mega brain of yours. Madripoor has been fun but I need you to find me and the dramatic duo a flight outta here...off the books.”

You smiled. “Now that’s something I can do.”

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Date Night- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Request: Thanks Anon! 

“Can I request a lil Drabble/oneshot for the prompt thing 28+51 with the falcon”

Prompts : 28. “My parents asked about you.” + 51. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

Notes/Warnings: a little angst (sorry I can’t help myself) fluff

 “Sam,” You cracked open his bedroom door hoping it would help him hear you. “You ready?”

 Sam pulled the door open wide with a smile. “I’m always ready to spend time with you.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and chuckled but grabbed his hand to pull him through the tower.

 “Not that I’m ungrateful,” He continued as the two of you stood in the elevator. “But what spurred on tonight’s date?”

 “Sam,” You reprimanded.

 “I know, it’s not a date but ‘Sam and (Y/N)’s best friend movie and dinner night’ is kind of a mouthful.” He chuckled.

Flour Power- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Authors notes: This is the last request for my 600 Follower Celebration. Thanks so much Eliza!!

Prompt: Congrats on 600 followers 🎉💕Could you please write a drabble with Sam where they're baking/cooking and it's just really fluffy? Or if you don't feel like that, maybe he takes her around New York for a day out? You can choose whichever you feel like writing 😊 I'm just in need of some fluffy Sam lol. And again, congtatsss!!! You totally deserve all the love and support ❤️ ~ Eliza

 Notes/Warnings: some anxiety, fluff

“Why do you have to do this?” Sam whined. He perched on the counter beside the sink and watched you grab item after item from the pantry.

 “Because,” You carefully placed the sugar, flour, eggs and vanilla extract on the granite surface. “I stress bake.”

 “Stress bake?” He grinned with raised eye brows, entertained at the thought. He swung his legs and his heels thudded against the cabinets beneath him.

 “Mhm.” You pulled out your cook book and flipped through the pages until you found the recipe you had in mind.

 “What’s got you stressed, babe?” He slid off the counter and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed soft kisses on your neck and jaw and swayed gently from side to side.

 “Fury, contacted me.” You sighed.

Back from the Dead- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Prompt: How about one where the reader catches Sam's attention whilst he is out something causing a chase to follow (I'm not sure how your gonna do this but have fun with it. powers, no powers, criminal I don't know). He tries to convince them to stop when they come out with assassin creed-like parkour skills and they just scale this building, escaping. He convinces the team to track her down only to find them on top of the tower. they've been living there for a while. shenanigans encouraged. Thanks!

Authors notes: This prompt was awesome! I loved writing this, it was so much fun!

Notes/Warnings: Character death(but not really) and a little fluff at the end :)

Sam’s morning runs were routine. Up at 5:30 shrug on some sweats and run a few blocks down to the small park near the Tower. He’d lap it at least three times and started to recognize his fellow early risers.

 There was the old lady who sat on the bench near the fountain, she liked to feed birds, as cliche as it was. Then, there was Mike, he walked his dog while he talked on the phone making all sorts of arrangement for his boss. He had caught him between calls one morning and that’s how he came to know his name. Sarah power walked with a double stroller stuffed with two toddlers who were in a trance from watching Blue’s Clues.

 And then there was the group of free runners who darted around the park’s rock sculptures and playgrounds. Sam enjoyed watching them if their paths crossed, especially the girl. There was one girl who looked older than the rest, she was in her mid to late twenties but kept up with the teens well.

Deep Dark Secret - Sam Wilson x Reader

Prompt: Sam fic prompt: You and Sam are on a mission together doing recon when you come across, and he learns of, your greatest fear.- @agentraven007  (It went a little askew of the prompt but here it is.)

Notes/Warnings: Character death, violence and mentions of past violence. This one gets pretty angsty, y’all…

 You made eye contact, bone chilling eye contact, and took off after him. The man was in dark clothes with a hood that covered most of his face but the headlights of a passing car revealed his terrible stare long enough for you to know that he had to be stopped.

 You peeled away from the rest of the team but Sam and Steve caught your rushed exit.

 Steve looked at Sam, silently wondering if Sam knew what was going on. He shook his head but turned to run after you.

 “You focus on the bad guys,” He told Steve, via the com in his ear. “I’ll find out what’s gotten into her.”

 Sam activated the mechanical wings on his back and lifted off the ground.

 “Sam,” Steve called from back with the team. “You got eyes on (y/n) yet?”

Moments like this- Sam Wilson x Reader

Prompt:  "You know, I miss moments like these." or "But could you be happy here with me?" Maybe both?? -Anon.

Authors notes: This is the first of several Sam fics and drabbles to come. Prepare for some serious angst with this one. 

 Why did it always feel like he was somewhere else? When ever Sam was home he wasn’t ever really there. He had started acting strange right after he lost Riley and you understood his grief and guilt but it had been two years since he retired from the military and you missed your old Sam.

 He walked in the door, sweaty from his morning run, and like always you grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and poured him a glass. You lingered by the kitchen island and looked at you fingers.

 “How was your run?” You asked automatically.

 He shrugged his shoulders as he chugged his drink. “Fine, I guess,” He turned away from you to rinse out the glass. “Nothing outta the ordinary.”

 He smiled when he looked at you over his shoulder but you didn’t return it. “You okay?” He asked, not really wanting the truth.

 The truth was neither of you talked any more, not about anything important, anyways. He was out of work and you were the bread winner, working two jobs to support the two of you. At first, you didn’t mind. He had just come home from his final tour over seas and you knew he needed time to readjust, but he never did. He worked out like crazy then spent what ever extra time he had, pretending he wasn’t reading up on old missions he flew.

 You knew he was doing it, you knew everything about him. His guilt about Riley, his PTSD, the nightmares and the feeling of worthlessness he had, now that he was home. You just wished he could see how much you loved him and how much it broke your heart that he was slowly pushing you further away.

 “No,” You finally admitted. “I’m not okay.”

 Sam huffed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “(y/n), please. I don’t want to do this right now.”

 “Then why did you ask?” You snapped.

 “Because you stood there frowning, what am I supposed to do?” He threw his arms up in surrender.

 “I’m surprised you even noticed.” You growled.

 “I’m not having this conversation with you, again.” He huffed and walked out of the kitchen.

 “Sam, why do you always run away from me?” You shouted as you followed him towards your room.

 “I’m not running away I’m going to take a shower.” He grumbled.

 “Sam, please, why am I not good enough for you any more?” Your eyes were starting to water.

 Sam turned to face you abruptly and took you by surprise. “Where is that coming from?”

 “You’re never around any more, Sam and when you are... you’re not.”

 “What does that even mean?!” He shouted.

 “You know what it means!” You raised your voice to match his. “Ever since you came back you’ve been different. I know, that loosing Riley sucked,”

 “Don’t.” He warned.

 “But your loosing me now and, I swear, it feels like you don’t even care!”

 Sam ran his hands behind his head and sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t get to tell me how I get to feel about killing him!”

 “You didn’t kill him, Sam!” You cried. “He was shot down! There was nothing you could have done!”

 “I know!” He wanted to tear his hair out. “I was there! I watched it happen!”

 You were torn, on one hand you were thankful that he was finally paying attention to you, on the other hand, he had never yelled at you like this before and you cried hard at his reaction.

 Sam sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands. “I thought coming home would make me happy.” He confessed quietly. “I though being back in this house would help.”

 “But could you be happy here with me?” You pleaded. When he silently shook his head, you swear, your heart dropped to your toes. You huffed at the realization of what was happening. This was the end. This was how he felt and he was finally admitting it.

 “Wow,” You finally let out a breathless sigh. “Okay, then.”

 Sam clenched his jaws and tried his best to blink back his tears. “(y/n), I’m sorry, I-”

 “No.” You said flatly. “No, it’s fine.” You quickly walked to the closet and pulled out your suitcase.

 “(y/n).” Sam stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, stopping you from packing for a moment. “I’m so sorry.”

 You leaned into him and allowed yourself one last moment with him. “You know, I miss moments like these.” You confessed.

 Sam’s brows furrowed as he waited for you to explain.

 “When we were honest with each other.” You finished. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed, Sam. I hope you find whatever it is, soon.” You pushed away and threw a few more drawers worth of clothes in to your bag. Sam backed up and watched solemnly, he hated seeing you go but it was unfair to make you stay any longer.

 “Promise me something,” You requested. He nodded. “Promise me you’ll try, try and find whatever will pull you out of this pit.” You walked back to him and gave him one final hug goodbye. “Promise me you’ll be okay.”

 Sam nodded into the crook of your neck and gave you a squeeze. “Yeah, I promise.”

 You pushed away from him and a few tears fell own your cheeks. “I’ll send someone for the rest of my stuff later. I want the blender.” You tried to joke and although it came out dry, Sam still managed a sad smile.

 “It’s all yours.”

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