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"You ready to go?" Asked Sam, looking at Bucky who was helping him to close the back truck of the car, filled with bags, mostly of Sam who was taking with him to Delacroix his suit, shield and Wings for some reason bucky couldn't understand but didn't question.
"Sure, this is done- so let's get going" said bucky with a huff pushing one last time to finally close the truck.
Bucky didn't know how he came to that situation. A few months ago they were fighting the Flag smashers and keeping track on John walker's ass just because...well, no one else would do it beside them apparently. So after that mission, and Sam becoming officially captain america, they were send to a few more jobs after they were really given their well deserved vacations.
Vacations they were supposed to- no, They swore it would be separated from each other. Very far away. But nothing seems to work the way they planned.
Seriously, when since they'd known each other, had things gone as planned? Anyways, it's not like they were dealing with bad guys now, it was just vacations
Vacations that Sam offered to spend together...at Delacroix.
Bucky wouldn't (really, couldn't) say he was upset about it. Like sure, if you asked him 6 months ago if he liked the idea of having to spend 21hs on the road with Samuel Wilson, he'd say he would rather hear a chalk pressing against a board on loop for days... but things had changed.
He didn't know exactly what it was. It wasn't like going from disliking someone to being friends with them, it was more like a connection. Like something had finally fallen into place after so many years of being alone.
But he didn’t want to explore that feeling right now.
He hoped he wouldn’t come to any realization while on vacation with Sam.
It was for sure something that he wanted to save for his intimacy, his own space.
Space that he didn’t have right now, in the car, with Sam beside him, starting the truck and swearing because it wasn’t working.
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After 10 minutes trying to start the car, they finally began their journey. So the plan was this; Delacroix was 1,312 miles away, which determined a 20 hours car ride that obviously they were not doing on one shot, and since it wasn’t on their plans switching seats, they decided to take two stops for Sams Sake; one at Roanoke, Virginia, and the other one at Meridian, Misisipi. They will spend the night there on a motel, charge gas and leave, no other stop was planned since the vacation was not focused on the road trip but on Delacroix and visiting Sam’s family.
After traveling in a comfortable silence Sam started talking about how much he missed traveling in car, and though he said he will always prefer the sky, he was happy to spend some time on the road. Bucky hopped he wasn’t bothering that nice travel with his presence, but at the same time, Sam had called him to go with him. To share that trip with him.
“I can’t wait to get to lie on my bed, I cant remember the last time i slept well since I became Cap” said Sam.
“You really didn’t come back after the Flag Smashers thing?” Bucky looked at him confused
“Nah man, too much work, the last time I even tried to make time to go spend a weekend, some new Hydra base popped out of nowhere”
“Ha, they still doing that”
“Y’ know what I mean? Like we did a really good job a few years ago and you would think after the blip and Thanos shit they would’ve just-” explained Sam
“Vanished, like Nagel said” Bucky finished his sentence.
“Exactly. But it seems those nazis still out there” said Sam at last
Then there was silence
Sam spoke again, Bucky always liked how he felt like he had to make himself clear, he thought it was kind of adorable.
“Sorry, I know vacations are not to talk about work or nazis.”
“No, its okay, work kind of follow us everywhere I mean, you’re captain America and I’m the ex-former Winter Soldier who’s your colleague and we kick ass sometimes, and I don’t remember what else we said that time” Bucky stole a laugh from Sam with that.
“You’re right, you’re right.” Chuckled Sam “Still, I don’t want this to be the main conversation theme, so…tell me, James,” Bucky thanked the other man had his eyes on the road because he felt how he flushed at the way he said his name.
“Were you planning on doing anything with your time before I dragged you out for a trip to Louisiana?”
"Well, you know..." He wasn't gonna do anything with his time "I was planning on going to..." He was improvising "a...shelter" what?
"A shelter?" why
"A cats shelter!, y'know, getting myself some company" well that wasn't entirely false. He was planning on getting a cat, but that wasn't all that he was going to do, right?
Then there silence. Bucky hadn't thought about it, what would've happened if he didn't went with Sam to Delacroix. He would probably...
He didn't really had anything to do, man he needed a hobbie outside beating bad people with his best friend.
"Aww Buck, I didn't take you for a cat person" responded Sam, ignoring the awkward moment, which Bucky appreciated.
"Yeah I mean, I like most animals, just that cats are like... independent" Not like he wasn't meaning to take care of the animal, but he knew his job was a little demanding so he wasn't sure about a dog, plus he lived in a apartment, a tiny one, a dog would die of boredom living with Bucky.
"I get it, not so many time for things like that but, a little company is always welcomed" Sam said. How could he always get him?
"Exactly" And after that they went silent again, the comfortable silence that only could happen between them. The one that Bucky liked the most.
And he didn't knew it, but Sam felt the same about that comforting silence, the one that didn't need to be filled in, just understanding, comfortable, silence.