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gift fic: Sam Did Not Consent to this Roadtrip (sam/bucky)
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Title: Sam Did Not Consent to this Roadtrip
Author:![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
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Fandom: MCU
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Bucky
Rating: PG-13
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Summary:
Sam knew his head hurt before he knew he woke. And that consciousness had found him sooner than he’d want. His hands were bound in front of him and tied off somewhere above, elevating them enough to lose feeling even when he slowly flexed. At least nothing else hurt any more than it had after he’d taken stock from jumping out of a collapsing building into a moving helicopter. He peeked out one eye to see if there was anything worth seeing.
What the fuck.
It was a minivan, and he was trussed up like a hog ready for the Cajun microwave. Someone had shoved a blanket down between him and the seat, saving him from being jabbed by the seatbelt buckles. The car moved at a good clip, streetlights flashing by a sky that wasn’t quite as dark as when he’d left Steve’s bedside. Sam knew he hadn’t been out too long, body still in too good of shape for anything longer than a couple of hours.
The Winter Soldier had gone easy on him again.
I love soulmate fics and I adore Sam/Bucky so this really combined two things I love in an awesome way.
ficinabox!Title: Sam Did Not Consent to this Roadtrip
Author:
Fandom: MCU
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Bucky
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:
Summary:
Sam knew his head hurt before he knew he woke. And that consciousness had found him sooner than he’d want. His hands were bound in front of him and tied off somewhere above, elevating them enough to lose feeling even when he slowly flexed. At least nothing else hurt any more than it had after he’d taken stock from jumping out of a collapsing building into a moving helicopter. He peeked out one eye to see if there was anything worth seeing.
What the fuck.
It was a minivan, and he was trussed up like a hog ready for the Cajun microwave. Someone had shoved a blanket down between him and the seat, saving him from being jabbed by the seatbelt buckles. The car moved at a good clip, streetlights flashing by a sky that wasn’t quite as dark as when he’d left Steve’s bedside. Sam knew he hadn’t been out too long, body still in too good of shape for anything longer than a couple of hours.
The Winter Soldier had gone easy on him again.
I love soulmate fics and I adore Sam/Bucky so this really combined two things I love in an awesome way.
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