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"I brought snacks." Sam held up two canvas shopping bags. "And some Gatorade. Dehydration is a bitch."

Bucky stood aside and let him into the apartment. It was small but tidy, which suited a man with not many worldly possessions. Sam spotted a familiar afghan flung over the back of the couch. It was a housewarming gift from him and Sarah. The blanket had been in the family for years. He told Bucky that the thing was just taking up space in the house and they were either going to give it away or sell it for a few bucks at a yard sale. Despite his bullshitting, Bucky had gotten the meaning.

He was family now.

Which gave Same all the more reason to claim him as his own.

He set the bags on the kitchen table. "How do you feel?"

The Omega barely made eye contact. He kept his distance and his head down. As though he couldn't handle looking at Sam, or even being within arm's reach. "A little bit better, thanks to… before." He waved his hand in a vague gesture, indicating the bit of phone sex Sam had provided him about an hour ago. He stole a quick glance at the Alpha. "It's like the more I try to fight it, the faster it takes hold. I can feel myself slipping. Even now." He took a deep breath. His nostrils flared. "Especially now."

Beneath the soap and deodorant, the Alpha's scent was as strong as ever. He had worked up a bit of a sweat on his grocery run. Plus, Louisiana in June was far from chilly. With the humidity in the low seventies, Sam's scent hung in the air like vapor.

Bucky's own personal aroma lingered all around them. Spicy and sweet. Reminding Sam of ginger snaps. His Heat enhanced his natural fragrance, intensifying it into an enticing musk that went straight to the Alpha's head.

And his dick.

"Then don't fight it," said Sam. He cautiously approached the Omega. Bucky had some baggage when it came to being stripped of his autonomy. Not being able to trust his own mind was a nightmare. One from which he had barely escaped. "No matter what happens, you're still gonna be you. It's not something else or somebody else. You're still running the show. So just… Let it go."

Bucky tried scowling but his lips wouldn't cooperate. The corners of his mouth twitched as he suppressed the smile that attempted to show through. "You start singing and I'm fucking the first Alpha I find on the street."

Over Sam's dead body.

"How about you show me that nest?"

The Omega finally made eye contact and held it. His breathing deepened. A blush swept across his cheeks and crept up to the tips of his ears. Showing Sam the nest meant that they were actually doing this. It was one thing to talk about - or even fantasize about - taking the Alpha's knot. Having Sam in his nest made it all real.

Sam was going to fuck him. No two ways about it. He was going to climb on top of Bucky and do what Alphas had done for centuries. Despite Sam's best intentions, their initial mating would not be gentle. It was during the first mounting that the Alpha displayed their dominance. Sam's instincts would have him take Bucky so hard. No restraint. No mercy shown.

As an Omega, Bucky had to know this? While Sam had no idea what sex ed had been like back before movies had color, he couldn't imagine the topic of mating being bandied about behind closed doors. Did he have any idea what it all would be like? To be absolutely wrecked and begging for more?

Bucky wetted his lips in… apprehension? Anticipation? Sam wasn't quite sure.

"It's, umm… It's this way."

He led the way to the bedroom. Sam walked close behind. Bucky waved his arms towards the bed like it was the grand prize on The Price is Right.

The two of them had picked out that bed together. Which was hilarious in hindsight. Sam knew that, if it were left up to Bucky, he would keep sleeping on an air mattress. The dude hadn't known a moment's peace until he got to Wakanda. And even still he seldom let himself indulge in the luxury of comfort. It had taken a bit of convincing on Sam's part for the stubborn son of a bitch to realize that he did, indeed, deserve nice things.

The bed was of a good size for a man that typically slept alone. A California king with a wrought iron headboard and a sturdy metal frame. A simple design but well built. Minimalist that he was, Bucky only ever bothered with two pillows stacked atop each other and a simple comforter. That was all he deemed necessary. He really didn't see the point in decorative… anything. Form and function. That was all that mattered.

Going into Heat put a change to all that.

Sam let out an astounded whistle. "Damn, Buck… Did you leave anything at Target for the rest of the customers?"

It wasn't just the amount of blankets and pillows that had taken over the previously sparse bed that gave him pause. Bucky had a whole motif going on. He'd put together varying shades of blue and green, though he leaned towards the lighter end of the spectrum. Each piece had been meticulously selected and placed with utmost care. He lined the larger pillow along the headboard and wall to act as a cushioned barrier. The lightweight blankets had been arranged as it pleased Bucky. The whole thing looked extremely comfortable.

Sam pointed to the stuffed animal propped up in a corner of the nest. "Is that an octopus?"

"Yeah" sighed Bucky, with a far off, blissful look in his eye. "It's squishy. I named him Fred."

Hey, Sam was not here to judge. Whatever made his little formerly homicidally psychopathic heart happy.

He noticed some clothes mingled in amongst the blankets. Bucky's, obviously. For maximum comfort, the Omega needed his nest to smell familiar. Sam set down his duffel bag. He opened it up and pulled a couple of shirts and some shorts. "Here. I thought these might help-"

Eager beaver Bucky snatched the clothes out of his hands. "Yes, good, thank you." He swiftly went to work adding the items to the nest. Wearing a look of fierce determination, Bucky scrutinized each piece before placing it in the perfect spot. He moved things around and adjusted some stuff as he saw fit. Whatever plan he had in mind, it was coming to fruition. The whole display was utterly fascinating.

Sam stood back in awe. "If I had known you had a whole color scheme going…"

"No, this is good," Bucky rushed to assure him. "Red and white… It goes. It's good. Perfect. Thank you." He held up one of the shirts to his face. He breathed in deep and exhaled a soft moan into the fabric. His mind once again slipping into that space that Omega's escaped into as their Heat took hold. "God, I wanna smell you all over me, Sam." Passion burned in his eyes as his lustful gaze raked up and down the Alpha's body. "I want you all over my skin. And in my blood. I want you inside me, Sam. Until I forget what it was like to never have you there."

In a blink, Bucky came back to himself. With trembling hands, he fitted the shirt into a makeshift pillowcase. His fingers raking through his hair, he looked over the newly made nest. "It's getting bad again. After I jerked off with you, I was able to think clearly again. At least for a little while. And I know that the only reason you're here is that I asked you to come. Begged you, really." Bucky palmed the front of his jeans, whining in distress. "I knew you wouldn't leave me to fend for myself. That's not the kind of guy Sam Wilson is. So I used your natural caring nature to get what I wanted. Which is a pretty shitty thing for me to do, when you stop and think about it."

Slowly, Sam advanced on the quivering Omega. He exuded calming pheromones that he hoped would put Bucky at ease. The man carried guilt like Atlas carried the world on his shoulders. For the things he'd done when he wasn't himself. For the chaotic aftermath as he tried to reclaim his life. None of which was his fault. Bucky even felt guilty for wanting the things he thought he shouldn't have or didn't deserve. Like friends, and a family, and a place where he belonged. Bucky had been living in Delacroix for going on two months, but he still didn't call it home. Maybe he was afraid that once he allowed himself to truly settle, it would all be cruelly snatched away from him. The guy didn't have a great track record when it came to good things happening to him.

But good things did happen. Sam was one of them.

"Hey, listen… This isn't some pity fuck, okay? This isn't altruism, alright? I'm not gonna knot you out of the goodness of my heart." The Omega made a sound like his brain was about to melt and ooze out of his nose.

Sam rested his hand on Bucky's neck, his thumb tenderly stroking the spot just below the man's ear. A known Omega pleasure point. Bucky's breath hitched in his throat. The Omega's eyelids fluttered as he gazed at Sam with raw, unrestrained desire. "Don't know if you've noticed, but you're a sexy bitch, Barnes. If you played your cards right, you could have all sorts of pussy and ass thrown your way. Guess it's a good thing you're a socially awkward little muffin. That means I get to have all to myself."

A wave of possessiveness swept over Sam. His Alpha instincts roared to life. Bucky was his to claim, his to keep. Sam was going to strip him down and lay him bare. He was going to mount his Omega, sliding into the deepest part of him, and release his seed.

Just how much cum would it take to put a baby in that belly?

By the time Sam was through, Bucky would positively stink of him. He'd carry Sam's scent all over his skin and in his hair and even inside him. A declaration to the world that this Omega was spoken for.

Bucky sighed, sinking further down into the mental haze of his Heat. It almost fully engulfed. The last vestiges of rational thought slipping through his fingers like so much sand. His Omega brain was in the driver's seat now. It would have been compelling Bucky to satisfy those deep, dark desires that he kept under wraps. To give into the hunger that burned in his belly like red hot coals and allow himself to be taken by this Alpha.

All the fight went out of him. Sam found no resistance when he pulled the Omega flush against his body. Bucky was warm and growing warmer. It wouldn't be much longer before the two of them were tearing off their clothes and going at each other like, well, animals. A pair of primitive-minded beasts with not a single thought outside of mating. And while none of this was new for Sam, his heart went out for the man melting into his arms. For Bucky, it had to feel like his mind had turned traitor yet again. He could no more stop what was about to happen than he could halt the rising of the tides.

"I want… to be yours, Sam." The panting Omega clung to Sam like he was drowning and the Alpha was his only lifeline. His aching desperation was made evident. "I want you to touch me and kiss me and fuck me… God, I've never needed to be fucked so bad. It's like there's this hole inside me and you're the only one that can fill it. And I want you to-" Bucky suddenly whimpered as though in pain. It was a sound that Sam had never heard him make before. With his jaw clenched and his eyes screwed shut, Bucky tried his best to breathe through it. His insides undoubtedly clenching and cramping in dire need of relief.

A relief that only his Alpha could give.

"It's alright, baby. I've got you." Sam's voice was sweeter than molasses. His words were a soothing balm for the fire spreading within his dear, darling Omega. "I'm gonna make you feel so good. I promise, Buck. I promise." His fingers found their way into Bucky's hair. It was so soft. Sam grabbed a fistful and lightly pulled. Not too hard. He was just firm enough to make his Omega whine again. A sound of submission. Bucky trembled as the Alpha held him in place. "I'm gonna take you in that pretty nest you made and I am going to rail you, James. Do you understand me? I am going to ruin you. Nothing and no one else will ever compare to what I am going to do to you."

Bucky gasped, grinding himself wantonly against the Alpha. The lewdest of moans escaped his lips. He was hard and unashamed to show it. "Oh god, yes, please, Sam…"

The time for tenderness and mercy would come later. When Sam would pour honey into Bucky's ears as he pressed himself deep into Bucky's tight, wet heat. But right now… Right now, Sam wanted to fuck him until he cried. "You're gonna be my good Omega and take my knot, aren't you, baby?"

Bucky nodded, moving his head as much as Sam's grip would allow. "Make me take it, Alpha" he whispered. His Heat obliterated all of his carefully constructed barriers, rendering him completely uncensored. Bucky held nothing back. "Make it hurt. Use me. Make me yours."

And the Omega would be his. Body and soul.

In the years since losing Riley, Sam had done his fair share of fucking around. And he'd had plenty of chances to claim a new mate. But it had never felt right.

Not until now.

Bucky was different from all the others. Maybe because he was a little like Riley. Though a major pain in the ass, Bucky had proven time and again that he had Sam's back. And Sam had his. Even though there were days that Sam actually cursed Steve Rogers for bringing this dumpster fire of a human being into his life. The son of a bitch who liked to irk Sam just for the hell of it. Just to see if he could make Sam's eyes twitchy. Which was, apparently, the precursor to Sam threatening to hurl Bucky through a plate glass window or kick him out of a moving car. Not that he would ever really go through with it. Plus, Sam had his own ways of working Bucky's last nerve.

For instance, the Omega had this thing about cabinet doors being left ajar. Now that was a fun way to spend an afternoon. Waiting for the super soldier to eventually snap and loudly ask Sam if he had been raised in a barn.

It was the little things that made life worth living.

Now that their previous animosity had been put to rest, Sam turned his attention towards making Bucky irrevocably his. With God as his witness, he was going to claim this Omega before the sun set. Mating glands or no motherfucking mating glands. Sam was going to knot him and bite him and empty his balls into that glorious fucking hole. Nothing would stop him. Not even the end of the world.

Somewhere in the depths of that Omega brain, Bucky had to know how this would all play out. That, by inviting Sam into his nest, he was going to be bred until the cum ran down his thighs. Even on the phone, Bucky had been begging to feel Sam inside him. It was only a matter of time before he wound up stretched out and sobbing around his Alpha's knot. Coming so hard on Sam's cock that he never forgot how good it felt to have Sam inside him.

Sam kissed his Omega with rapturous wonder. It reminded Sam of his first time flying. The breathtaking rush. The sweet kick of adrenaline. He went a little crazy, got a little reckless, the Alpha inside him roaring to the surface to claim what was rightfully his. Sam took what he wanted because he could. Because he knew Bucky would let him. There was no backing out, no slowing down, and no going easy. There was only the biting and the claiming and the taking.

He wrenched off Bucky's t-shirt. Sam had to lay his hands upon that skin. It was all his to touch and to kiss and to bruise. And Bucky was so blissed out of his goddamn mind - his pupils blown, his lips kiss swollen, his chest heaving with every shuddering breath - that he would let the Alpha do anything to him.

Anything.

So desperate and eager and aching was he. So ready to be whatever Sam desired.

He herded Bucky towards the nest while stripping off his own clothes. Their hands were all over each other. Exploring every inch of bare skin within reach. Chest. Shoulders. Arms. Back. Anywhere and everywhere that they could touch and be touched. Bucky moaned against his mouth. Growing more frantic with every passing second. The need inside him building to volcanic proportions. Once their legs touched the bed, Sam shoved Bucky. The Omega retreated towards the center as the Alpha advanced on him, a predator tracking and trapping its prey.

Sam caught him, climbed on top of him and, grasping both of Bucky's wrists, pinned him down. Realistically speaking, his Alpha strength had nothing on the super soldier serum. If Bucky so chose, he could fling Sam across the room like a ten pound Pomeranian. But that wasn't their dynamic. As Alpha, Sam was in control. He was in charge. And the dutiful Omega obeyed.

Bucky completely submitted beneath him. He tilted his head to the side, baring his throat.

Enticing.

Sam nosed at his neck, breathing him in. His teeth nipped along the edge of Bucky's jaw. He could bite him right now. Bucky's skin broke just as easily as Sam's. "It really wouldn't take much to make the bond." Of that, Sam was sure. He had done it before. "Just say the word."

A quiver ran through his voice. "It won't stick. Got no glands, remember?"

Sam looked him square in the eye. "I will find a way to make it stick. Even if I have to bite you over. And over. And over."

The Omega trembled at Sam's promise.

The Alpha voice came out again. Impossible to ignore. "Be good for me, baby." Bucky whined, arching, rubbing himself against Sam's hip. He was unabashedly aroused and in need of relief. "Hold onto the railings. Do not let go. Understand me?" He nodded, instantly complying. "I'm gonna take that ache away, sweetheart. Gonna make it so you never want to leave me."

"Never," repeated Bucky, his hips rolling, humping against his Alpha. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't what he truly needed. "Never leave, Sam… I need you." He gripped the metal bars of the headboard as though his life depended on it. His muscles taut. His body aching. "It's like I'm burning all over and I just want…" Another whine. "I wanna feel you so bad."

The Omega was practically vibrating with all that pent up desire. Sam stroked his sides. His touch, while calming, also spread the fire.

Sam knelt between Bucky's splayed legs and just looked at him. He took in all that glorious nakedness. This was art. It was the human form perfected. Sam committed as much of the sight to memory as he could. His gaze sliding down the planes of Bucky's chest, coming to rest on the hard cock curving up towards Bucky's navel. Its helmeted head flushed red and leaking precum on his abdomen. Bucky squirmed under his Alpha's intense scrutiny. He panted, wriggling as he pleaded to be touched.

"Please, Sam. I can't… I can't take it. I'm so empty. I need you to…" His words cut off with a whimper as he struggled to keep to the Alpha's command.

"Need me to do what, Buck?" Sam was benevolent, but that didn't mean he had to make this easy. He had to see how bad Bucky wanted him. He had to hear him say it. "Touch you inside? Like this?"

His middle finger circled that sopping wet hole before sliding in. Slowly. His Omega was wound so tight. What would it take to make him fall apart? Another finger, maybe?

"You're so tight, baby." Sam couldn't help smiling at Bucky's frustrated moans. He was in dire need, but Sam just took his sweet time. Diligently finger fucking that tight little hole. "Gotta loosen you up first." Sam was, to be quite honest, blessed and highly favored in the dick department. All male Alphas were well endowed and Sam… had a lot to offer. As badly as he wanted to wreck this sweet, simpering Omega, Sam didn't actually want to hurt him. Which was why he added a third finger. Out of an abundance of caution. Especially since Sam would be his first Alpha. He needed to prepare Bucky for his thickness.

And Bucky took it all like a champ. His ass was full, but not in the way that satisfied the burning in his core. Sam watched him ride the knife's edge of bliss. The pumping of his fingers had to feel amazing. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't what Bucky needed.

"I'm ready," grunted the Omega. His breathing ragged. His hands managed to stay wrapped around the railing even as Sam had his wicked way with him. "Please, Alpha…"

Sam loved to hear him beg. To hear Bucky so close to breaking like this. For Sam. Because of Sam.

The Alpha showed mercy. He used the Omega's own abundant wetness to slick his hard dick. His fingers dipping into that twitching hole again and again. Partly to prepare himself. Partly for the pleasure of watching Bucky go out of his mind. Poor thing. He was fully in his Heat now. His eyes round and pleading. His body writhing. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. So great was his need. He gasped at the emptiness once Sam's fingers left his hole for good.

"It's okay, baby." Sam stroked the Omega's thighs. "I got you."

He drew Bucky's legs up onto his shoulders. Bucky proved to be impressively flexible. He let out only a tiny grunt of discomfort as he was being bent almost in half. Sam rubbed the tip of his cock across that sloppy, slippery little hole. The Omega was practically gushing with slickness. His scent so thick in the humid air that Sam could almost taste it. He pressed forward just enough to savor the stretch of that hole around the fat head of his dick. Bucky's jaw dropped open as he was slowly breached by the tip. He threw his head back and groaned.

"It's so big… I didn't think it would… I've never… God, I've never felt anything like it!"

"If it hurts too much," said Sam, "then I'll stop." He pressed a kiss against Bucky's knee. As badly as he wanted to fuck the Omega's brains out, Sam wasn't nearly selfish enough to put his own desires above Bucky's comfort.

They didn't even have a safe word.

"Don't," begged Bucky, panting. Sweat shone on his forehead. He was straining to hold onto the rails, to obey his Alpha, and at the same time straining to handle all that Sam had to offer. "I can take it. Just… go slow." His tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Please, Sam. I want it... I want you."

As always, the man had more guts than sense. And Sam was about to be all up in those guts.

He moved to lie fully atop Bucky. With a slowness that was agonizing for the both of them, Sam sunk into Bucky's hole. The Omega cried out. Broken sobs as the Alpha stretched him open. Bucky abandoned the headboard. His arms flailed. His hands - both flesh and bone and vibranium - clutched at Sam's shoulders. The Alpha couldn't even be mad. He was too busy having his mind blown by that hot, tight ass. It was like Bucky was pulling him in. When he finally bottomed out, all either of them could do was breathe. Sam rested his forehead against Bucky's. He felt the heat of his Omega's breath bursting across his skin. They were joined in a way that, only a day ago, Sam never would have thought possible.

"You okay, Buck?"

The Omega nodded. He slanted his mouth against Sam's and let Sam kiss him filthy. He allowed himself to be thoroughly debauched. Totally submissive with only one thing on his mind.

"Fuck me, Alpha… Make me yours."

Only Sam got to see him this way. All strung out and needy with his knees practically pressed into his chest. His eyelashes damp with tears. His walls twitching and squeezing around Sam's thickness. Having adjusted to the Alpha's endowment, Bucky now begged to be used as intended. As a hole for Sam to fuck and a recepticle for the Alpha's seed.

"You are mine." Sam started to pull out. Bucky's body protested, attempting to draw him back into its tight, wet heat. "You were mine the minute you picked up that phone to call me. And you knew that. Didn't you, James?"

The Omega shuddered beneath him. He screamed as Sam slammed his hips down. Driving his fat cock deep into that hole. Again and again. Pull out slow. Slam in deep. Sam set a brutal pace. He was merciless, feeding on his Omega's whimpers like an incubus. His thrusts bordered on violent. The headboard banged against the wall. The entire bed shook as Sam pounded into him like there was no tomorrow. Bucky took it all. He submitted to his Alpha, even though he could easily swat Sam like a fly. His Omega brain craved this roughness. This unstoppable dominance. And he trusted Sam to drive him right up to the edge of breaking.

"Look at me." The Alpha voice in full force. Bucky gazed up at him with heavy lidded eyes. "You knew that I would come running to your rescue. Didn't you?"

Because Sam, even as the Alpha, belonged to him. Sam belonged inside him. Knotting him. Filling him. This was not a one-sided relationship. An Alpha needed their Omega just as much as the Omega needed their Alpha. Once they mated, Sam would eventually go into rut. And then he would be the one out of his mind with lust. He would be the one begging for Bucky to let Sam mount him and pound into him. He would take the Omega even more roughly than he did now. Driven by a relentless hunger to fuck a baby into Bucky's belly.

Right now, all Sam wanted was to make sure that Bucky felt every fucking inch of his cock. It was about force, not speed. It was about the rhythmic banging of the headboard and Sam's balls slapping against Bucky's ass. It was about the broken cries that Bucky tried and failed to stifle. With every pounding thrust, the Alpha staked his claim.

"Please, Sam… Right… right there…" Bucky's voice was so soft in Sam's ear. So fragile. Like he could shatter into a million pieces at any moment. "That's what I want… Fuck me til I break… Fuck me, Alpha."

Sam sucked bruises onto Bucky's throat. He nipped at the Omega's pulse point. Bucky healed faster than the average person. The marks would be gone within the hour. But that was just fine. Sam would just have to mark him up all over again.

"Gonna fill you up so good, James. Put the sweetest little baby in your belly." The graze of Sam's teeth brought with it the promise of broken skin. Even without the mating glands, Sam would still bite him. As many times as it took for the bond to take root between them. "I know you want it, sweetheart. Let me give it to you."

The Omega's moans were pornographic. Sounding so helpless and so utterly wrecked. He looked up at Sam as though the Alpha had hung the stars in the sky. It was the kind of naked reverence that stole Sam's breath away.

"Your knot… It… feels so good…" Bucky reached between them to stroke his own aching cock. "God, is this what I've been missing... all this time?"

The Alpha's knot grew bigger. Popping in and out of Bucky's hole, but never quite catching. A tantalizing tease that was driving the Omega insane.

"Sam…" That agonized whimper was like ambrosia. So delicious. The Alpha greedily drank in the sound. "Please… Sam…"

"What, baby? Tell me what you need." The Alpha already knew. He just wanted to hear the man say it.

"Wanna come for you… Please? Can I?" Bucky had tears in his eyes. He was so close, and it had to hurt to hold back, but without his Alpha's permission, he would not succumb to the sweet release of orgasm. "Can I come for you, Sam?"

It would have been cruel to deny such a heartfelt request. And Sam Wilson was never cruel.

He used his Alpha voice again. "Do it. Come for me." He grunted against Bucky's throat as his knot finally stuck, locking them together. "Show me how much you love me."

Sam bit down at the same exact moment his own orgasm ripped through him. His teeth broke skin and they came together. Sam felt their bond instantly snap into place, even without the Omega's mating glands.

A miracle, maybe? After battling alongside sorcerers and Asgardians and a couple other obvious aliens, Sam accepted that damn near anything was possible. There were, truly, more things in Heaven and Earth than could possibly have been dreamt of. Sam had seen a freaking Pegasus, for God's sake!

Bucky returned the bite. He pressed his teeth into the juncture joining Sam's neck and shoulder. The sharp, sweet pang of pain forging the other half of their connection. Feelings flowed freely between them.

When it came to sharing and caring, Sam was pretty much an open book. One written in large font. Bucky Barnes on the other hand… Sam had to give credit where it was due. Before his Wakandan sabbatical, Bucky's book had been thrown into a metal foot locker that was welded shut and then dumped into the deepest part of the ocean. But things were different now. Once Bucky was able to trust himself, and trust in Sam and the part of the world Sam had welcomed him into, he put his pages on display.

The bond made them even more transparent. It was extraordinary. And a little bit terrifying.

The Omega had gone quiet. Sam pulled back to look at his face. There was only so far he could move until his knot went down. Any unnecessary jostling was so not a good idea. With the way they were joined, even the slightest movement rubbed the knot against Bucky's already sensitive walls. This was a… delicate situation.

"Buck?" The Omega's eyes were half open, but there was nobody home. "You still with me?" Sam touched his cheek.

He was only slightly out of it. Bucky turned towards the sound of Sam's voice. It took a few moments for his eyes to focus on Sam's face.

He blinked slowly. "You worry about me. Like… a lot."

Sam snorted, resting his head in the crook of Bucky's neck. He tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. "Well, you are known to jump out of airplanes without a chute."

"That was one time," groused the Omega.

"Once was enough for me, thanks." He rubbed the inside of his wrist across Bucky's cheeks and nose. The Alpha's scent would help him relax. "Get some rest. That was round one of like… twenty."

Bucky groaned and grumbled, "I'm gonna have the sorest ass in the whole wide world."