{treehouse- Alex G (slow+reverb)}

"I'm sorry." You said.
He looked at you confused. "What's re you sorry for?"
You looked up at him, analyzing every detail of his face. His neat eyebrows, his pale pink lips, his sharp jaw line and of course his eyes.
It was so easy to get lost in them, just like the vast blue ocean. You knitted your eyebrows. Your hand made its way up to his cheek and your thumb drew small circles on his warm skin.

"What are you sorry for?" He repeated. You took your hand off and looked away.
"Jesus what did I do?" He whispered turning his head away from you completely. You screwed you eyes, do you have enough guts to tell him? To tell him that Sam had to go through surgery because... because of him.

"Bucky," you said extra softly. Then you paused. "I'm sorry, but I have to go now." You got up walking over to the door. He followed you grabbing your hand. "Will you be back?" He asked. You sighed "Yeah." You whispered and left closing the door behind you.

You turned the corner finding Tony and Steve still waiting.
"How'd it go?" Tony asked.
"You should really tell him about Sam." You said.
"I know. I will, I promise." Steve looked at Tony, who was nodding.
"How's Pepper?" You asked, completely changing the subject.

"I uh, uh we are-" Tony stuttered.
"Pregnant?" Steve joined in.
Tony went as red as a tomato "NO! Uh, we're on a little break. It's no ones fault. We both need some, uh time off." He finally managed to finish his sentence. You gave him a fake smile nodding.
"I'll be back tomorrow, gotta go now. Cmon Steve let's go." You said.
"Bye Tony," Steve waved following you like a small puppy. Tony watched you and Rogers leave down the hallway, still pink in the cheeks.
"Pregnant." He laughed to himself shaking his head.

You made it back home in no time.
You were just about to close the door to your room when suddenly Steve asked you "But actually, how did it go."
You turned around. "Fine, fine. I mean if you count him crying as good then it went amazing."
Steve chuckled "Looks like your spirits have been lifted."
"Something like that. But I won't be able to rest until Bucky knows about Sam." You said.

"Why are you so eager to tell him that he almost killed him?" Steve said making a pretty good point. "You know it'll break him, especially knowing that you know. Sam's like a brother to you and he knows it."
You chewed on the side of your mouth "Well it's more of a me thing than a them thing you know?"
Steve shook his head "No Y/N I don't know."
"I feel guilty for being happy to see the person who almost killed my best friend."

"Y/N," Steve said knitting his eyebrows.
"Yeah I know it's a little insensitive but-"
"Actually that's very insensitive." Said a third voice. You looked to the right and saw Sam leaning against the wall.
"Sam what are you doing up!?" You and Steve said in unison. He laughed "Sorry Dad, sorry mom."
"You really should rest though," Steve added.
"Yeah." You looked at him worried.

"Not really sure how I'm supposed to do that when you guys are yelling here."
"We weren't yelling." You protested. He lifted an eyebrow.
"Sorry Sam. We'll leave now." Steve apologized.
"You guys do that but I just want to add something," Sam said.
"Go on." You crossed your arms.

"Don't." He stuck his non casted arm out "Tell Barnes."
You and Steve exchanged looks.
"Please?" Sam added.
"Why?" You exclaimed in surprise.
Sam rolled his eyes "Alright," he turned to Steve "Can we have a moment?"
"Uh yeah sure go ahead." Steve walked towards the kitchen.

Sam dragged you to his room and closed the door. "Sit down," he ordered. You obeyed sitting down on the side of his bed. He slowly sat down next to you, looking you in the eyes.
"Don't tell him."
"You know that was pretty dramatic for just repeating what you said out there." You smirked.
"Y/N I'm serious," he nudged you. "You love him right?"
"Sam," you shoulder budded him.
"Ow!"
"Oh my god I am so so so sorry," you hissed putting your hands on his shoulder.

"I was kidding. It doesn't hurt." He smiled.
"You-"
"Ah ah ah, language Y/N."
You groaned. "You're a pain in my ass Wilson."
"I know I know. But you need me around."
"Also true." You laughed.
"Now back to what we were talking about. You shouldn't tell him and not because he's gonna be super bummed, well I'm sure he will be, but because it's gonna hurt you more. Plus it'll be so awkward when we see each other, it already is anyway."

"Saaam," you brought him into a tight hug. "Why do you always care about others more than yourself?" You gripped his shirt.
He stroke your back. "I know, I know. I am absolutely amazing." He nodded. "And also careful with the arm."