M | 11.4k | nwa | tags: post fatws; one-night-stand to haters to lovers; getting back together; idiots in love; mission fic | summary:
So maybe it’s true what they say: time heals all wounds. Easy enough to pretend nothing ever happened with how much time has passed. He barely even thinks about that night—Sam’s hands all over him, his mouth doing the things it did to Bucky’s body, the way he looks when he comes. Hardly ever does he think about it. He’s fine. He’s been fine. He convinces himself very thoroughly of this for a very long time until his work tablet beeps one afternoon in the middle of him watching Days of Our Lives, season 99, episode 5901, in yesterday’s pajamas, halfway to the bottom of a Cheetos bag.