Sam caught himself staring and quickly averted his eyes. Did he just call Bucky beautiful?

"No, no, no, no, no!" Sam hissed to himself. Then he realized: he had a crush on Bucky. Was that those strange feelings he was feeling? A crush?

"Is someone there?" Bucky said suddenly, calling out into the darkness

Sam stayed dead silent, building up the courage to say one word.

"Y-yeah" he choked out

"Sam?"

Sam stood out of the darkness looking like a kicked puppy

"What's up?" Bucky asked, telling by the look on Sam's face something was wrong.

"Nothing, just hungry"

"Kay" Bucky focused back in his apple

Sam decided it was a good time to talk to Bucky, whether he hated him or not. He sat down next to Bucky and hit into an apple he picked up from the fruit basket.

"So..." Sam started, but Bucky's curiosity got the best of him. He had to know if Steve spilled his secret.

"Steve didn't tell you right?" He said, quietly.

"What?" Sam asked

"Uh, what? Yeah! Y'know, I'm gonna go to bed now bye!" He said quickly and speedwalked out of the room and into his own.

—

In his room, Bucky was panicking. Had Sam known? Did Sam just want to talk? Did he just fuck up the small chance he had with him? Bucky didn't know what to do. His healing skin from the bullet started to hurt out of nowhere. Then he suddenly felt like throwing up, he didn't know why, but he did. He rushed to the bathroom and threw up, hitting his bullet wound on the door in the process. Bucky ached all over, his head ached, his arm ached, his throat and stomach ached, but most of all, his heart ached. He crashed onto his bed and started to sob into his pillow

—

"What the hell just happened?" Sam whispered to himself. He tried to replay what Bucky had just said that made him run away. Did he embarrass himself? He just decided to give up on that one, but what made him want to leave? Did Bucky hate him that much? The thoughts went racing through Sam's head all at once. He stopped himself from thinking and took one question at a time. He didn't have an answer for any of them. After thinking for a while, Sam just decided to ask Bucky himself.

He marched down to Bucky's room and knocked on the door. A loud groan came from inside. Sam knocked again.

"Whaaaaat?" Came from the inside

"Hey, Bucky? Can I talk to you?"

Silence was the only sound Sam could hear.

"Hello?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Yeah come in!"

Sam walked into Bucky's bedroom and as soon as he opened the door, Bucky was laying in his bed, wearing nothing but boxers. Sam stopped in his tracks and blushed at the sight, but shook it off and continued walking. He sat down right next to Bucky.

"What did you need?" Bucky asked kindly, to Sam this was a strange tone.

"What happened there in the kitchen?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said something quietly and ran out, was it that embarrassing?" Sam tried to joke around to lighted the mood. It definitely didn't work.

Bucky's eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. Sam grabbed him by the shoulder and faced him towards him.

"Please just tell me, I don't know why but I'm dying to know"

Sam didn't know why, but Bucky was beet red. Sam looked Bucky dead in the eyes and put his most serious face on. Bucky looked hurt, he looked sad. Sam fought back the urge to but him and continued to stare deep into his eyes.

"What's. Wrong." Sam asked

"I-uh, um-, you see-, well-" Bucky stuttered

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I got shot in the arm a while ago and the scar tissue opened up, it just really hurts." Bucky saved it, still telling the truth

"Can I see? Maybe I can help." Sam said

Bucky nodded and handed his arm to Sam. He brushed his fingers over the wound gently and got up. Bucky found himself missing Sam's touch.

"I'm going to go get the first aid, and Bruce's healing thingy."

Soon enough, Sam came back. He had the first aid and a stick that had a screen on it. Bucky assumed it was the "healing thing" Sam was talking about. Sam scanned the wound with the stick and then carefully sprayed something on it, which stung, and wrapped gauze around it and scanning the wound. Bucky felt happy for once in a long time, for he was with the one he fell in love with. Bucky lay down in his bed, and Sam got up to go to his own room. Bucky fell asleep.

Hours later, we was shakes awake.

"Bucky, you were screaming!"

"I was? I wasn't even dreaming!"

"It wasn't normal screaming, it was like you were making a statement. And Bucky, I heard it."

There it was, Bucky's secret was out.