AN: Was given : War Stories. I totally picture Sam and Bucky trying to one-up each other with tales of thrilling heroics and Steve is all "I punched out Adolph Hitler over 800 times"

I'm not too good with war stories lol so this has some war stories but is mainly Sam bonding with Bucky. Sorry!

There are times when Sam isn't sure how this is his life. Like when he wakes up at three A.M Riley's name on his lips and stumbles into his kitchen only to come face to face with a bleeding Black Widow- when she's bleeding and fresh from a mission she's Black Widow, not Natasha, he learned that the hard way one night- she claims that Bruce acts like a worried mother when she does and she can't deal with it. He not sure how he acts any better. Then there are the times when he's just pulling out a pan of lasagna- any food really- and he turns around to see Captain America- bruises already healing and what could be dried blood on his suit- looking at him like an eager puppy. He regrets giving those two a key to his home with an open door policy, not really but he likes to pretend he does. But, as he stands in the doorway leading to his kitchen he thinks; this time, tops all the other times and he wonders how the hell this is his life? Steve is digging around his freezer and the Winter mother fucking Soldier is sitting on his kitchen table bleeding on his flooring. He isn't sure where Natasha is but he doesn't doubt that she's somewhere.

"You'll love Sam, Buck. He's real swell," Steve says pulling his head out of the freezer. The worried grin the super soldier is wearing slips off and he looks sheepish. The Winter Soldier leaps up from his spot, grimacing and gripping his stomach. Sam's eyes narrow.

"You sit down, right this second," he says pointing at one of his chairs before turning to Steve, "Steve is he bleeding or bruised? And please tell me you are not using my good peas for whatever is going on."

Later, he'd be proud of how Bucky immediately sat down and Steve shoved the bag of peas back into the freezer. Really how was this his life?

Three weeks later he doesn't even make it out of bed, he's crying into his pillow as the nightmare teases the edge of his memory. He can't tell what's worse, that he's still having them or that they've gained new people. Before it was just Riley now Steve, Natasha, and even Bucky make appearances in them. The scent of smoke tickling his nose and he swears he can hear the echo of gunfire, and feel the heat of the displaced air. He hears his door open and the heavy, uneven gait of Bucky, then the bed dips and he's pulled awkwardly into Bucky's arms. Bucky is a natural comforter and even though his memory is spotty at best he can't stand to hear people cry when he's having his good days.

"Did... Stevie ever... tell you the story about the time we took down a Hydra base that was under a brothel?"

Sam shakes his head and listens as Bucky slowly begins to tell the tale. One would think that the brothel would have been empty but it wasn't so the Commando's had to evacuate the girls before going in. Sam laughs.

"You're shitting me. No way."

"I swear it's the truth. Ain't it Stevie?"

Sam looks up and spots Steve leaning on his door jamb.

"It's the truth. They just thought they were some rogue Nazi's and didn't care too much so long as they didn't scare away the customers. One of the dames even gave Gabe a kiss as thanks," there is a soft tone to Steve's voice as he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge. Sam laughs softly and shakes his head.

"Oh man that's great," he says before launching into a tale of his own. Bucky and he exchange many stories, trying to one-up each other. Some of the one's Bucky tells aren't just stories of WWII but some of the few missions that don't cause Bucky to withdraw into himself. Steve listens to them all, piping in when he was around to know what Bucky is talking about.

"I have all of you beat," he says smugly during a lull in the conversation.

"Oh?"

"I've punched Hitler."

Sam laughs loudly and Bucky chuckles. Nightmares forgotten, Sam relaxes against someone that could easily snap him in half.

"Is it wrong that I'm glad you guys like my place more than you do Stark's? Cause I am," he mutters fighting a yawn. He loses the fight, of course, the yawn is so large that his jaw pops. Both the other people in his room laugh and he tiredly flips them off.

"Go to sleep Sam. We'll be here in the morning."

Sam lets out a sleepy mumble, gently fists Bucky's shirt as he falls back to sleep.