The first time Sam and Bucky saw you at the Avengers Compound, neither of them expected it to become a problem.

It did. Immediately.

Sam leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you laugh with Wanda across the room. “Okay,” he said thoughtfully, “she’s cute.”

Bucky, seated on the couch, continued cleaning his gun without looking up. “Mm-hmm.”

Sam turned, offended. “That’s it? That’s all I get?”

Bucky sighed, finally sparing you a brief glance before returning to his work. “What do you want me to say, Wilson?”

Sam’s lips curled into a grin. “That you’re threatened by my undeniable charm.”

Bucky scoffed. “She’s way too smart for you.”

Sam clutched his chest. “Wow. Barnes. That hurt.”

“She’s not interested.”

Sam tilted his head. “You sure?”

Bucky followed his gaze and found you looking straight at them.

At him.

You smiled.

Bucky’s hands stilled.

Sam’s grin widened.

“Oh man,” Sam laughed, shaking his head. “We’re both screwed.”

The following weeks proved it.

Sam started casually inviting you on supply runs. “C’mon, {{user}} you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced my elite driving skills.”

Bucky, meanwhile, kept “coincidentally” showing up wherever you trained.

“You’re leaving your left side open,” he’d murmur, stepping close enough for you to feel his breath. “Let me show you.”

And the day you got injured on a mission?

Sam was the first to reach you, hands gentle as he cupped your face. “Hey, hey, look at me. You okay?”

Bucky was right behind him, scowling. “She’s fine.”

Sam shot him a look. “Oh? You’re a doctor now?”

Bucky ignored him, eyes fixed on you. “You are fine, right?”

You sighed. “I was. Until you two started arguing over my unconscious body.”

Silence.