I love just whipping out short fics and then posting them, this is the first Sambucky fic I've written and it took me till the end of the world (at least according to the No Way Home trailer) for me to write them. But I already have other ideas!

If you want more Phase 4 fics then I have a story called Brother Dearest about Thor and kid Loki, I'll be writing more of that soon.

Enjoy!

Sam and Bucky lay shoulder to shoulder on a red and white checkered picnic blanket. Their stomachs were full and they were both feeling a little sleepy, Bucky's right hand running lazily over Sam's bicep. The morning had been perfect but it was getting a little colder and a little darker now.

"I think a storm is coming," Sam mumbled, squinting at the sky.

"We can go inside," Bucky said.

"We've got a bit longer before it hits," Sam said, moving a little closer to his boyfriend.

"I'm not carrying you back to Sarah's if you get your wings wet," Bucky said.

"I didn't ask you to carry me."

"Maybe we should go inside." Bucky seemed a little antsy.

"Why? Afraid of thunder, White Wolf?"

"Have you met Thor?"

"...Fair." Sam sat up but he didn't seem in any hurry to actually go inside.

Bucky held out his hand to Sam, already imagining them snuggling inside on Sarah's couch with hot chocolate. Of course Sam and Bucky both had their own places but they spent a lot of time in Delacroix.

Sam took the hand and was halfway up when he suddenly let go, falling hard on his butt with a shocked look on his face.

"Sam?" Bucky asked, before swiveling to face whatever was threatening his boyfriend. His jaw dropped as the sky folded before them like a soft taco.

"That's some storm," Bucky whispered, gaping up at a world that had gone wonky.

"This wasn't in the forecast."

"Well, the meteorologists are never right." Bucky took Sam's arm and hauled him to his feet, no longer waiting for Sam to move.

"Come on, Sam. Let's get inside."

Sam pointed at the swirling sky with one hand, reaching for his shield bag with the other.

"Someone's got to help, Buck."

"Damn, you are so much like Steve."

"You know I'm right."

"I know Sarah is weathering this storm without us right now."

Sam inhaled sharply, Bucky knew how to get to him, "She can handle herself. She did during the blip."

"I hate when you pull this shit," Bucky mumbled.

"But you'll help?"

"Someone's gotta to keep you out of trouble."

"Trouble is our business."

"You need a better job!"

"We need a better job, James."

Bucky couldn't help smiling a little at we.

"Yeah, we do. Let's go investigate whatever this is, try to make it back in time for family game night. My money is on the gods, they're always doing shit like this."

"It's gotta be the wizards, right? Doctor Strange has that time amulet."

"Doctor Strange is also a sorcerer, not a wizard. Maybe it's that one lady who got her powers from the mind stone."

"I checked up on Wanda like two months ago, she's fine."

"Is she fine or did she just say she's fine?"

"...That's not important right now. I'll check up on her again after we deal with whatever this is and I beat your ass at Monopoly."

"Don't you think we should have backup, Sam?"

"We do. You have me, and I have you. And that's enough."

Bucky grimaced, "That would be romantic if we weren't about to die."

"I love your optimism," Sam grinned, and then he hesitated for a moment, reaching out for Bucky's hand.

"Hey, Buck? Just in case we do die, again, I just wanted to make sure you know that I love you."

"Not just my optimism?"

"Not just your optimism."

"I love you too, Sam." Bucky cupped Sam's cheek for a minute, as if he was about to kiss the love of his life, and then he squinted at the anomaly ahead of them.

"You know, we should have gone inside."

"Probably," Sam agreed, "but someone has to help."