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Forgotten memories followed by repressed emotions swirled inside Bethany's drunken dream-scape, filling her slumbering thoughts with uncomfortable consistency. Unfocused imagery of rocky terrain crumbling beneath her bare feet, undesirably familiar snowy eyes full of unknown pain and glasses overflowing with florescent liquid flashed before her close eyelids, gradually stirring her from the distressing nightmare. Hazily blinking her heavy eyelids, Bethany slowly sat upright in Sam's snug bed. Nausea regrettably accompanied her motion, quickly sending her quivering hand to her pounding forehead in an effort to ease the pain coursing through her unprepared brain.
"Oh god." she grumbled, hastily swallowing the rising bile in her dry throat.
Continuing to cradle her pulsating temple in her right hand, Bethany lazily glanced around the quiet room, noticing the faint light being to grow behind the close curtain against the far wall. Forcing herself out of the cosy sheets, she progressively planted her bare feet onto the polished wood, it's surface chilly from the early morning breeze. Shivering against the silence presiding around the flat, she made her way to the conjoining living room, suddenly perceiving a large, bulging heap laying across one of the brown couches. She gasped in sleepy shock, immediately awakening the frightening mass of blanket.
"Beth? Jesus, you scared me." Sam groaned with a sluggish yawn, rubbing his tired eyes to adjust to the darkness encapsulating the room.
"I'm sorry. I say that a lot, don't I?" she mumbled apologetically, and trudged over to the couch to collapse beside him.
"Now that you mention it..." he chuckled playfully, leaning against the seat with a heavy sigh.
"What exactly did I do last night?" she croaked, squeezing her exasperated eyes shut, attepting to ignore the abundant dizziness surging through her exhausted body.
"Where do I start..."
"Okay, now I don't want to know."
"I'm just messin' with ya. It wasn't that bad. Except for the part where you called the Hulk 'Brucey'." he pointed out with a grin, turning his neck to watch her reaction gleefully.
"Yep. I'm gonna go bury myself again. Goodbye 21st century. Hello next generation I manage to appear in." she groaned with dismay, burying her aching forehead in her cold hands with embarrassment.
Sam laughed at her horror, causing her to gently slap his warm shoulder with spite.
"The last thing I remember was going to the bar to get another 'delightful' Wakandan Cocktail. Why didn't anyone stop me after the 5th drink?!"
"To be completely honest, Steve told us not to. He said, and I quote, "She deserves to have some fun.""
"He's dead to me."
He continued to laugh at her misfortune, and after a moment of playfully venomous glares, she eventually joined in with his contagious laughter. The pair snickered immaturely together, recollecting Bethany's 'spectacular' presentation at the glamorous penthouse party.
"Your dancing was off the charts." he stated with a mischievous grin, his bright smile glowing in the frozen darkness.
"You're joking. No, I can't take you seriously with that grin. You have to be joking! I didn't dance!" she gasped, holding her hand to her gaping mouth with disbelief.
"You certainly did. It was quite the sight."
"I will legitimately go into your backyard and bury myself." she complained, gathering the pearl white blanket closer to her blushing cheeks.
The duo sat beside each-other against the cosy couch, huddled in the fluffy sheets, slightly delirious from exhastion and laughter. It was nearly dawn outside, as the gentle rays pushed through the cracks in the drawn curtains. It was extremely cold for a Sunday morning, but they didn't seem to notice, as the conversation and closeness constantly heated up their overworked bodies.
"C'mon Summers it isn't as bad as you think." he said with raised eyebrows, gazing at her sincerely.
She rolled her eyes in apprehension, giving him a slight frown.
"Hey, you'd be saying something completely different if YOU were the one who had gotten drunk."
"I know I know. But I do understand why you did it." he said solemnly, drastically changing the atmosphere with his soft tone.
Her frown deepened as he stared at her with an unfamiliar attitude.
"You and Steve have been through a lot. The battle scars can damage the inside just as much as the outside." he began, averting his concerned gaze to the blanket between them.
"You guys have been through Hell and back. So don't believe for one second that you don't deserve a break from all this." he continued with steady determination, sending a shivering spark into Bethany's throbbing chest.
Her eyes widened at his careful words, taken aback with his consideration towards her well-being. But something else, something deeper pulsated in her stomach, as she suddenly gazed at Sam with a feeling she had disregarded with the loss of Bucky. She couldn't decided if it was the desperation or the lingering alcohol, but without another breath, Bethany impulsively leaned in, connecting her cracked lips with his.
At first Sam's soft mouth widened against hers, gasping at her drastic gesture, but slowly complied to her hasty wants, molding his lips to hers. After a moment of pleasurable silence, he lifted his gentle hand to cup her cheek, slowly pulling her against his body with slight eagerness. His solid build easily slipped beneath hers at the pair tangled themselves in the sheets, their hearts beating frantically against their heated chests with desire.
His hands caressed every weak spot with heightened pressure, burying his face against hers in desperation. He gradually began to push Bethany's flushed body harder against the frigid brick wall of the Ugly Duckling bar, sighing against her cracked lips with pleasure-
No, she thought with conflicted desperation, grasping Sam's muscular shoulders tighter in reassurance.
He doesn't exist anymore.
Sam gradually shifted positions with Bethany, placing his body against hers with carefulness. He removed his sweaty shirt, revealing his pleasing chest underneath. She flashed him a flirtatious smirk of appreciation, prompting him to bury his soft lips against the bare of her exposed neck. It felt excruciatingly enticing, as she sighed with intoxicated bliss. He groped her tighter, much to her teasing amusement, as he huffed heavily against her welcoming chest with exhilaration. His mouth slowly nibbled at her weak spots, causing her to softly moan in sudden satisfaction.
"Oh Bucky-"
She gasped in horror with abrupt realization, quickly pushing Sam off of her heaving body with embarrassment. He tumbled awkwardly to the floor, quickly gazing up at Bethany with sudden confusement.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you-"
"I can't do this." she interrupted breathlessly, hastily rising from the sweaty couch.
Without an explanation, she avoided his wide brown eyes and scuttled towards his bedroom, closing the wooden door behind her with a soft thud.