Hello Hopeless Blue Kiss here with a new story for you. The MCU Captain America series really took off for me when Sam Wilson was introduced in the second movie. He's become one of my favorite characters in the series and he honestly feels like the glue between the trio and honestly the Avengers even if his role is minimized by the fandom. Both Steve and Bucky easily came to trust a stranger like Sam because they saw something in him. Sam was one of the first people that not once but twice extended an olive branch as Captain's right-hand man to both Tony Stark and Rhodey. So, I wanted to make a fanfic where the boys get to have as normal as a life as possible after Thanos attack. Tony is alive in this fanfic because Hulk performed the final Snap. This is SamSteveBucky fanfic and I hope you enjoy and review.

Home Is Wherever You Are

He'd gone soft.

It had happened somewhere between the midnight cuddles after a real bad night of gut-wrenching night terrors and the easy-going barbs tossed between the three grown men during the day. The formerly brainwashed assassin had gone as soft and gooey as a damn marshmallow. But he didn't mind.

Not at first.

Not when he saw a kind pair of blue and brown eyes looking just as soft at him; their warm, big hands ready to drag him back to a new kind of normal for the former Asset.

Bucky only knew Stevie in this new world. So, wherever his pal went, he was gonna stick to him like stink on a skunk and he knew it went double for his Day One. They had lost so many years being frozen and used as the government and HYDRA's playthings. He wasn't going to adjust well without something as steadfast and normal as good ole' Stevie to anchor him and remind him what he used to be. Even if that wasn't him anymore. Never would be him anymore. Steve plucked out memories of yesteryears and made him ache and both a good and bad way. But that was where Sam came in.

He didn't know Bucky beyond the schoolbooks and the brief encounters with the Asset. So, there was nothing really for Bucky to measure up to beyond being better than a cold-blooded killer. A low hurdle to clear, but it was nice to not have sad, well-meaning smiles given to him when he couldn't remember this or that because his memory was still spotty in places.

Sam with his sassy mouth and his gap-toothed smiles. He dared the former assassin to talk shit right back to him. Just dragging him down to his level of petty and Bucky craved it like it was the best kind of drug. No matter if Steve wished they would do more than bicker and prank each other, it was how they both communicated. It was real easy and uncomplicated and Bucky needed some of that in his life right about now.

Sam never shied away from Bucky, no matter if the brunette was still capable of killing him in more than fifty gruesome ways. He just got all up in Bucky's business and pressed the brunette to turn away any bit of kindness that was offered to him as if he didn't deserve it.

His kind brown eyes just dared Bucky to tear himself down in front of Sam's face. Just say that he was useless or still had the Winter Soldier in him, so that Sam could staunchly build him up again, as if they were the best of pals. His words warming him like sweet honey, the way he would firmly argue how Bucky was the most loyal, stubborn S.O.B. out there besides good 'ole Steve. That he'd never felt safer than when someone like him was covering his six when they went on missions. He'd argue so good to both Bucky and any hater out there as if the man himself hadn't bickered a few minutes ago about who ate the last damn bit of Fruit Loops.

Sam had the kind of easygoing nature that had drawn the two super-soldiers to trust him damn near from the start. When both men couldn't trust anyone, and the world was their enemy, there was Sam ready to begin. He donned on his wings for the first time for Steve and picked up the shield occasionally for Bucky.

Had somehow managed to convince the both of them to move in with him in Washington, D.C. when everything cooled down with Thanos. They even spent long, sticky summers down with his family Sarah and her brood in Louisiana. There wasn't much asking on anyone's part really for Bucky and Steve to follow when Sam had spent months chasing after them.

Sam just mentioned he would have a shit load of cleaning to do when he got back home, thankful his sister hadn't sold his home. That it'd feel mighty lonely considering he'd been used to close quarters while on the run and wasn't Steve and Bucky's apartment lived in by someone else? He was sure the two could have probably figured out a way to find a dwelling in New York. But with the rising cost of rent and mortgages, not to mention the surge of people returning from the Blip and searching for a home, a three-bedroom, two bath house nestled in the bosom of the nation's capital seemed like a slice of heaven.

Steve, the dumb, adorable oaf, eagerly took the bait and Bucky followed closely behind, because it was something to do. The kind of something that stretched on from weeks into months. Until Bucky was already planning what he would have in his victory garden in the backyard after getting tired of Stevie complaining about the GMOs in the food.

Steve, the golden retriever of a man, had rescued a motorcycle from the 1940s and was hard at work trying to repair it with Tony Stark offering instructions on the Stark Pad. And good ole' Sam was lucky enough that his job was eager to have him back because being a superhero really didn't pay the bills; backpay and pensions for P.O.W.s dried up quickly in a place like D.C.

Everything was peachy keen. Bucky and Sam alternated between cooking their meals. While Steve was instructed to stay as far away from the stove and microwave as possible after his sorry attempt to surprise them with dinner resulted in an electrical fire not once, but twice. Both men couldn't figure out how Steve managed to live by himself so long since the only thing he could make safely were cold meals like sandwiches and maybe a nice hot cup of joe. So, they assigned him to do that and only that when he offered to help make meals.

xXx

Sam recently bought a new California King bed after his Queen size broke after the umpteenth platonic cuddling of super soldiers in his bed. What once had been an annoyance and a feeling of concern, blossomed into a deeper mutual trust between the three. Sam himself even woke up on occasion in the middle of the night, desperately reaching for a Riley that he could never grasp. Soothing fingers and muscled arms would stroke and pat his back and head as two voices gently guided him back to the land of the waken, just as he did for the others. He had never had to feel shame at shedding tears as he shook with the rawness of his helplessness. Their touches grounding him and reinforcing him when not even his family could shake him out of sometimes violent episodic episodes. There was no fear he'd hurt himself or others, sandwiched between the two.

His sleep had never been so restful cuddled up close to two human sized heaters even as their cold feet pressed against his calves for warmth despite his many curses. Sam, Bucky, and Steve had silently decided as one that it was better that they slept together in the same bed in order to be in arm's reach of a terrified ex-soldier instead of jolting out of bed almost each night to rush to their friend's aide. Their night terrors becoming less frequent didn't discourage them from the investment in the new bed. Just proved that they could sleep all the way through the night most times because they weren't as hypervigilant and felt truly safe for the first time in a lone time.

This California King was reinforced and could proudly hold an adult elephant, so two super soldiers and a man not yet past his prime should be a breeze. They had all assembled it together over beers and sandwiches Steve graciously provided with a lopsided smile. Bucky leading the group with his wellspring of diverse languages after being an Asset when faced with the Dutch instructions. Sam had even smiled fondly as the two super solders tested out the beds strength by jumping up and down on the bed like two overgrown toddlers. Sam's phone capturing their antics as he taunted them from the sidelines as they devolved into a wrestling match.

xXx

Steve was pretty sure that word home nowadays always conjured images of Sam and Bucky and the home they settled in. The former Captain America couldn't have imagined he'd honestly walk away from being with Peggy when he gave back the Infinity Stones. But when he truly thought about what he would be leaving behind if he just left, he just couldn't. They needed him just as much as he needed them.

They were his friends and family. The first thing he thinks about when the worst happens and the first thing he wanted to share good news with. He snorted and rolled his eyes when Tony teased that one day one or both men would fly the coop to pursue their own family before he proudly declared that everything they needed was right fucking there. He knew what Tony was hinting at when the billionaire looked sympathetically at the declaration.

He wasn't oblivious to the fact that all three were still fit, handsome and single. That any gal or guy would be happy to bed them or have them for longer to form a family with. He honestly dreaded the moment that Sam and Bucky were settled enough to start prowling around for Dames when anything they needed was right there with him.

Steve couldn't deny it to himself anymore. He was smitten with the both of them and he was too much of a chicken shit to admit it. The blonde just didn't want to ruin the ease that they had. But when he saw his boys in bed grumpy and stubbornly asleep when he offered them a morning job before daybreak; he was sorely tempted to crawl back in bed with them. They were so soft and childish with their hard planes that were surprisingly soft when he curled up with them at night.

He lost too many things. He didn't want to lose them. Steven Grant Rogers had been a man out of time and with Bucky and Sam he found a place where he belonged, in their arms. He just was too afraid to admit it aloud to them for fear of possible homophobia or distancing. It'd break the blonde's heart if either of them backed away from him now when he built his world around them. They were what made him happy. They were his safe place and what he thought about when he thought of home. They just clicked together like a puzzle that couldn't be whole without the others.

So, it came as no surprise that when Sam disrupted their picturesque life by disappearing, both super soldiers were in an uproar.