sizeofyourbaggage: (looking forward)
Sam Wilson ([personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage) wrote 2017-10-12 05:22 am (UTC)

[ Sam's not coping. But he's purposefully not coping - he's not coping in order to cope, or at least that's what he tells himself. He's got to get through the funeral, to help Annie and the others plant the spying devices that were his idea in the first place -

There'll be time to deal with all this later.

And he's - detached, a little. Just a little. He knows he's dissociating a little, knows he's purposefully keeping himself out of his head, but -

He can handle it. Eventually.

And then he finds the flowers on his bed. And keeps finding them, every time he passes, little spots of color and life that brighten his thoughts, that pull him in a little more due to their thoughtfulness than anything else.

Sam's not exactly surprised when he catches Bucky in the act, but he is... so damn grateful that for a moment he can't even speak. His mind curls around Bucky's with a murmured thank you even as he clears his throat, holding out a hand with a tiny quirk of a smile. ]


That for me?

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