I love Sam and Bucky’s pissy little relationship so much, it sustains me, it ascends me, every time Bucky kicks the back of Sam’s seat and pretends it was an accident, a stress wrinkle disappears from my face and appears on Sam’s
“Sorry, man,” Sam says as he keeps jamming his seat back into Bucky’s, “I don’t know why this keeps happening.”
“No problem, bro,” Bucky replies, trying to roundhouse kick while still safely buckled up. “It happens, bro.”
“Haha, buddy,” Sam says reclining straight into Bucky’s lap because this is the only way he is allowed to headbutt Bucky in the dick. “We’re so clumsy.”
“Haha,” Bucky replies, his eye gently twitching.
“It’s weird you guys are saying ‘haha’ aloud instead of just laughing,” Steve says, but no one is listening to him. He is very incidental to this car ride. There are two nemeses growing in this car. They are going to meet at some point on a plain during a thunderstorm. They’re going to die at each other’s hands, or at the very least Bucky is gonna drink Sam’s last Gatorade and Sam is gonna leave a very passive-aggressive note for him to find.
#I AM WEEPING#honestly the best thing to come out of cacw#cap 3#Bucky’s rehabilitation through snark#forget tenderness and feels and Sam’s experience with therapy#he’s just going to ANNOY Bucky back into being a person again#poor Steve just standing helplessly by as all his integrity and honesty and golden boy earnestness does almost nothing#and
Sam just relentlessly annoying Bucky eventually brings back the
Brooklyn drawl and a guy who can actually speak in complete sentences#mostly to tell Sam Fuck youreblogging for @avelera‘s quality tags