"Are you out of your fucking mind Bucky? Just a month ago you were all like 'don't go jumping out of planes Sam! Don't go off without a plan Sam!' And now you're trying to make it seem like it was my fault we got caught?!" Sam threw his bag down on the ground and sat against the wall of the compound. "At least I have WINGS to FLY WITH. You didn't even have a parachute!" He huffed, "I seriously can't believe you."

Bucky rolled his eyes but didn't say anything because he knew he was wrong for trying to blame Sam for what happened. It really was his fault.

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"BUCKY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" He had to yell so that Bucky could hear him over the air blowing through the open jet.

"WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING?" Bucky jumped out of the plane and rolled onto the roof. The target was right there. He didn't think there was enough time for a plan so he jumped.

Once he was standing up right on the roof he noticed that the target had started to run. Sam landed swiftly beside him and started chasing after the man in the black hoodie.

They weren't too sure what they were dealing with. The only information that they got was that he has shown some sort of superhuman abilities and that they needed to bring him in.

Sam and Bucky were right on his tail. Right as Bucky jumped at the target, he had turned around and all Bucky could see was the bolts of electricity shooting out of the mans hands. The bolts hit his metal arm first, locking it in place. Bucky grew a look of fear as he looked behind him to see Sam seemingly fighting his wings as they malfunctioned.

Sam was able to throw the wings off of his back. He glared at Bucky for a second before realizing they still had to complete the mission.

The target had started to run again so he was a little ways away.

Bucky sprinted as fast as he could with Sam not far behind him. He jumped and tackled the target, holding him down while Sam quickly put the stabilizers on his wrists to block his powers.

The boys walked the man down to the jet that had been landed somewhere near the building, they dropped him off and headed to the compound.

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Bucky was lounging on the couch while Sam sat on a bar stool in the kitchen. They hadn't gone near each other since the mission.

Sam hopped off the bar stool and started to gather random things from the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked.

"Making spaghetti."

"We had that last time."

"If you know how to make something other than spaghetti be my guest."

Bucky stayed silent. He reached over the couch to grab the remote and turned the TV on to a random channel.

There was a loud crash and Sam yelled, "SHIT!"

"You okay Sam?" Bucky said as he looked towards the kitchen.

"I dropped the fucking pot on my toe! No I'm not okay!"

Bucky just started cackling.

"You think this is funny?"

"Yes. Yes I do." Replied Bucky.

About 30 minutes later the spaghetti was done. It was slightly over cooked but the boys didn't mind.

Sam passed Bucky a bowl and they both sat on the couch to eat.

Sam turned to face Bucky better. "We need to talk."

With a full mouth Bucky froze and replied "About what?"

"I think you know what."

Bucky swallowed his mouthful of spaghetti. "I don't see what there is to talk about." Bucky stood up to put his empty bowl in the kitchen.

"Bucky."

"What Sam." Bucky turned around to face him.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I can't just pretend that it didn't happen Buck! And I don't think you can either."

Bucky sighed loudly and sucked his teeth. "I told you that you can't call me that!"

"Fine. If you're not going to talk about what happened than we should at least talk about what happened with Steve."

"I don't want to talk about that either." Bucky sat down on a bar stool.

"He left me too okay? I may not have felt for him like you did but he was still my friend."

"I fucking hate you." Bucky spat.

"Do you hate me or do you hate Steve?"

"I HATE BOTH OF YOU!" Bucky threw the bowl in his hand and it ended up shattering into pieces on the tile floor.

Bucky dropped to the ground and started to pick up the pieces. "Fuck. I- I'm sorry I-" he let out a shaky breath.

Sam had already stood up and walked over to the kitchen. He knelt down and helped Bucky pick up the pieces of glass. "No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

Bucky looked at Sam with tears in his eyes. Sam held onto him, lightly rubbing his back as Bucky broke down sobbing.

After a couple minutes Bucky broke the silence. "I don't hate you Sam."

"I know." He replied, still holding onto Bucky.

Bucky took a deep breath. "Sam?"

"Yes?"

"I cut my hand on the glass."

Sam sighed "I'll get the bandaid."