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Sam Wilson/the Falcon x Neutral Gender Reader.

Warnings : none.

Summary : Just chilling and Sam is not far away from you.

Sam and you had a common point. And not a little one.

You were both human.

Something quite obvious I know.

But besides, there are witches, men able to run very fastly, super soldiers, philantropic billionaires wearing suits gods...

So yes. Sometimes, it was good to see someone who is not like all of them

And, as much for Sam as you, it was important to see and to be aware that, yes, you were heroes but you didn't need to be mutants to be as powerful as them.

You didn't have the same abilities and fighting styles. That was good news because it allowed your eclectic group to handle any type of threat.

You were just with your little ship, sheltered in there, and crushing your enemies without any mistake.

And Sam liked that in you.

You looked like him.

He was strong and powerful with the sort of suit he was wearing. Also agile and doing everything he was able to WITH his humanity.

You liked the others. A lot. But it seemed that a whole universe was separating you. Something that neither Steve or Tony or whoever could correct.

Clint, Natasha, Sam, sometimes Bucky, surprisingly Vision, because on how he was thinking, and you living next to all the others.

They would say to you that you are not so different because once they were humans and they remained human, or even them could suffer like a human. With their thoughts, their memories and their night terrors.

Certainly one of the biggest issues in the Avengers.

It seemed that only catastophes are holding them together. Or evil. Or anything else that is not really good for humanity.

These thoughts suddenly crossing your mind put aside, you were just chilling in the compound.

You heard Sam's footsteps across the living room. Bruce Banner was in the corner, busy. And the others in training room.

You would practice your own moves later. When no one would watch you.

Not that you didn't want to train with them but you weren't ready to fight against Steve and his shield. Even if he promises not to hurt you badly.

You heard Sam sitting next to you. You were busy by your thoughts and your phone.

"Hey" he greeted quietly.

"Hey" you barely responded with your eyes stuck on the screen in front of your eyes.

A few seconds after, you wondered what was happening to the man on the couch.

Your eyes crossed his and you saw that something was really disturbing him.

He didn't say anything.

Alright. You figured out that was big.

Because nothing was able to make him so silent.

You were watching him during long seconds to try to define what bothered him by observing his features.

He seemed completely shut.

"What's this about, Wilson?" you finally asked.

He didn't answer immediately as he always does with a sarcastic tone, making you smile every time.

"Sam?" you insisted

He finally turned his gaze at you

You didn't need more than a few seconds to make him have again this nice happy expression on his face.

You were both lightly laughing.

"See, Wilson? Better" you said with a half-smile.

"Thanks Y/N"

"You're welcome I suppose. Even if I didn't do anything particular"

"You are who you are. You probably don't know how reassuring it is"

"Because the great Sam Wilson feels unsteady sometimes? That's news"

Sam didn't talk back. He just puts his head on your lap and looks at you from below.

He mumbles something about a safe place that you didn't hear correctly and stares at you much longer than what would be innocent.

"Wait... You called me great, right?"

"Maybe".

A smile made its way onto Sam's face.

And you spent the next two hours joking and talking about anything.

Both of you cherished your relationship. It was special, natural, warm and sometimes, you couldn't help but flirt a little.

The time when you would be more than just friends wasn't so far