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Sam had a really tough day.

It was going fine at first, great even. Got some flying in (for fun - which he doesn’t get to do a lot) hung out with Natasha and did some sparring but then he went to see Steve and something happened. Something Sam didn’t expect.

He felt it coming, it shot through him like cold water down his back. That sadness, the emptiness, the loneliness that wraps on him like a blanket. And even though Steve was in the middle of saying something Sam had to get out of there.

So he did the best he could to smile at Steve then got the hell out of there, but the feeling followed him. It always did. And even though Sam knew he didn’t have any reason to be sad today there it was. And there was nothing Sam could do about it.

So he went to his room and sat on the floor. His room in the avengers tower was always to soft when he got like this. But he did grab a pillow and his blanket his mom had sent him a couple months ago. Sam didn’t think, just held himself around his middle. Mentally rocking himself back-and-forth. Sam doesn’t remember when he started but he could feel them feel falling across his nose and down his cheeks.

Sam had no idea how long he had been down there when his door opened and light poured through the room.

“Hey, Sam, come spar with me. Steve is being an ass and -” Bucky’s words were cut short when his eyes found Sam on the floor, curled up on himself. “Sam,” he said again his tone so much softer than it was moments before.

Bucky and Sam, well, they were Bucky and Sam, they had a rocky relationship from the start (“they man pulled me out of the damn sky, ripped off my wing! That hurts man!”) but it had gotten better. They still taunt each other but pretty much only speak when they have too, and nod at each other when they don’t.

Sam tried to pull himself together “Hey, Man” he says but his voice is shakey and more tears spill out.

He hears Bucky take a deep breath in. “Come on now,” and suddenly Bucky is inviting himself into Sam’s room and sitting next to Sam before picking him up a little so they can look each other in the eye. Sam and Bucky both ignore that Sam flinches a little.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asks, he’s confused, he never ever sees Sam sad. He thought it just didn’t happen. So when Sam shrugs and tries to smile at him and more tears fall Bucky feels the strongest urge to protect him from everything.

“Just sad,” Sam mumbles out, looking everywhere but Bucky’s blue eyes. “No reason,”

“What can I do?”

“Just- fuck-” Sam still isn’t looking at him “can you just- h-hold me, please”

And Sam looks so ashamed of himself for needing someone Bucky couldn’t even think of anything to say. He just pulled Sam closer gripping at his sides and pulling him into his lap so Sam could straddle him and Sam gripped at his middle while one hand of Bucky’s (the flesh one) found the back of Sam’s neck and the other around his waist.

Bucky quietly sung a soft song he knew in Russian in Sam’s ear and knew Sam like it when he gripped him tighter. He could feel Sam’s tears but didn’t say anything, just continued to sing and hold him close until Sam fell asleep.