"Yeah, well, you two didn't get off on the right foot," Steve said, squeezing Sam's hand gently, glad the other man seemed to be calming down. He didn't want Sam to angry at him - or Bucky. Not right now.
"Actually, I was going to see about - " was all Steve got out before Sam kissed him; his back was to Bucky, so he didn't see how his friend reacted (not yet, anyway). Instead, he put all of his frustration - and his hope - into that kiss, because he needed Sam just as much as he needed Bucky. He couldn't do any of this alone.
And the truth was, even after 70 years, not every was open to the idea of Captain America flipping the good old American Dream upside-down a little. But he'd just been so damn bad with women, and he'd never had that same problem around men. After spending so many years being close to Bucky... he'd finally figured that maybe he should give it a go with a guy. Then Sam had come along, and it had worked out. Well. It wasn't like they'd flaunted anything in public, because Steve wasn't that kind of guy and they were also, admittedly, on the run, and undercover. They both knew duty came first. But that didn't mean they couldn't have a little time for each other.
"Shower," Steve finished absently, when he and Sam pulled apart. "I need a shower. So does Bucky. I assume Stark has showers around here somewhere."
He might have gone right on to business, but there was a soft, small smile reserved for Sam as he spoke. An unspoken indication that he would make this up to him - just as soon as he got the chance.
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"Actually, I was going to see about - " was all Steve got out before Sam kissed him; his back was to Bucky, so he didn't see how his friend reacted (not yet, anyway). Instead, he put all of his frustration - and his hope - into that kiss, because he needed Sam just as much as he needed Bucky. He couldn't do any of this alone.
And the truth was, even after 70 years, not every was open to the idea of Captain America flipping the good old American Dream upside-down a little. But he'd just been so damn bad with women, and he'd never had that same problem around men. After spending so many years being close to Bucky... he'd finally figured that maybe he should give it a go with a guy. Then Sam had come along, and it had worked out. Well. It wasn't like they'd flaunted anything in public, because Steve wasn't that kind of guy and they were also, admittedly, on the run, and undercover. They both knew duty came first. But that didn't mean they couldn't have a little time for each other.
"Shower," Steve finished absently, when he and Sam pulled apart. "I need a shower. So does Bucky. I assume Stark has showers around here somewhere."
He might have gone right on to business, but there was a soft, small smile reserved for Sam as he spoke. An unspoken indication that he would make this up to him - just as soon as he got the chance.