Drabble: MCU (Sam/Bucky)
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comment_fic prompt: Any, any, visiting the farmer's market.
Bucky folded his arms across his chest, looking down and kicking at invisible rocks on the ground. The park that Sam brought him to was full of people, noise, sights, smells, and overall was the definition of sensory overload.
He breathed deep, held it, and exhaled in the patterns that Sam had taught him. Having a panic attack on what amounted to a date with Sam sounded like a terrible idea.
“You in there?” Sam asked, his voice sounding far away. Bucky looked up, and Sam wasn’t far away, he was standing right in front of him and holding a lumpy plastic bag.
“Can we...uh...can I have a break?” Bucky murmured, feeling a little sheepish. Sam wanted to show him a good time and it was taking all of Bucky’s willpower not to crumble in this sea of people.
“Yeah, of course, Buck. Look’s pretty empty over there.”
Sam looped his arm through Bucky’s and guided him to a more secluded area of the park. Once they were a good distance away, Sam handed Bucky the plastic bag.
“Here. I got this for you. Well, for us, but mostly for you since I bet you’ve never tried it.”
Bucky took the bag and immediately noticed how warm it felt. He took a closer look inside and realized Sam had handed him a giant bag of popcorn.
“We came all the way out here for popcorn?” Bucky didn’t want to sound ungrateful, but he could have made popcorn in the safety and comfort of their small apartment.
“Not just any popcorn. Kettle corn. Whole different thing, man. Try it.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow and gave Sam a skeptical look.
“Please?” Sam said. He looked like a kicked puppy now and Bucky couldn’t help feeling a little guilty.
“Okay. For you.” Bucky opened up the bag and took a handful of the warm popcorn in his hand and shoved it into his mouth.
Sweet. Salty. Delicious. He took another handful. And another.
“Sammy. Wow. Okay, I take it all back.”
Sam grinned and Bucky felt his panic lessen as the seconds ticked by.
“Told you. Farmer’s market staple, right here. Everybody comes for the kettle corn.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bag and ate it a bit more daintily then Bucky was managing.
Bucky cocked his head in the direction of the general commotion. “So that’s a farmer’s market?”
“Yeah. Just a bunch of people selling food and crafts.”
Bucky took a deep breath. “Okay. We can go back over.”
Sam smiled, gentle and sweet, and took Bucky’s free hand. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll buy you a jar of homemade jam. Or a crocheted pot holder.”
comment_fic prompt: Any, any, visiting the farmer's market.Bucky folded his arms across his chest, looking down and kicking at invisible rocks on the ground. The park that Sam brought him to was full of people, noise, sights, smells, and overall was the definition of sensory overload.
He breathed deep, held it, and exhaled in the patterns that Sam had taught him. Having a panic attack on what amounted to a date with Sam sounded like a terrible idea.
“You in there?” Sam asked, his voice sounding far away. Bucky looked up, and Sam wasn’t far away, he was standing right in front of him and holding a lumpy plastic bag.
“Can we...uh...can I have a break?” Bucky murmured, feeling a little sheepish. Sam wanted to show him a good time and it was taking all of Bucky’s willpower not to crumble in this sea of people.
“Yeah, of course, Buck. Look’s pretty empty over there.”
Sam looped his arm through Bucky’s and guided him to a more secluded area of the park. Once they were a good distance away, Sam handed Bucky the plastic bag.
“Here. I got this for you. Well, for us, but mostly for you since I bet you’ve never tried it.”
Bucky took the bag and immediately noticed how warm it felt. He took a closer look inside and realized Sam had handed him a giant bag of popcorn.
“We came all the way out here for popcorn?” Bucky didn’t want to sound ungrateful, but he could have made popcorn in the safety and comfort of their small apartment.
“Not just any popcorn. Kettle corn. Whole different thing, man. Try it.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow and gave Sam a skeptical look.
“Please?” Sam said. He looked like a kicked puppy now and Bucky couldn’t help feeling a little guilty.
“Okay. For you.” Bucky opened up the bag and took a handful of the warm popcorn in his hand and shoved it into his mouth.
Sweet. Salty. Delicious. He took another handful. And another.
“Sammy. Wow. Okay, I take it all back.”
Sam grinned and Bucky felt his panic lessen as the seconds ticked by.
“Told you. Farmer’s market staple, right here. Everybody comes for the kettle corn.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bag and ate it a bit more daintily then Bucky was managing.
Bucky cocked his head in the direction of the general commotion. “So that’s a farmer’s market?”
“Yeah. Just a bunch of people selling food and crafts.”
Bucky took a deep breath. “Okay. We can go back over.”
Sam smiled, gentle and sweet, and took Bucky’s free hand. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll buy you a jar of homemade jam. Or a crocheted pot holder.”
