Requested by: -_Sher-Loki-_

Sam's POV

I'm not jealous, I don't care what Rhodey or my sister says! So what if I get a little irritated by that stupid Grindr notification sound on Bucky's phone, that doesn't make me "jealous", it just means that I find it annoying that it's going off constantly. And, sure, I'm a little upset that he's going out on dates with all those potential weirdos from that dumb app instead of asking me out. But it's not like I can just tell him what to do, he had enough of that with HYDRA. If Bucky wants to ignore the obvious feelings I have for him and go out with other guys, then that's his choice and I'll support that choice because I'm a good friend and roommate. But, I repeat, I. Am. Not. Jealous!

"Hey, Sam, do you know where my blue v-neck sweater is?" Bucky asked me as I came back into our apartment from the building's laundry room.

"It's probably in here." I replied, gesturing to the basket of clothes I had.

I set the basket on the kitchen island, then Bucky looks through it and grabs the sweater he was looking for.

"You going on a date or something?" I asked with a strained grin.

"How'd you know?" Bucky asked shyly, blushing.

"Because you always wear that sweater when you got a date." I answered.

"Wow, am I really that predictable?" Bucky chuckled.

"You're a creature of habit, it's cute." I teased him.

I actually love it when Bucky wears that sweater, he looks so good in it. How does someone look both hot as h*ll and adorably cute at the same time!? I wish he would wear that sweater for me instead of random dudes on the internet.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" I asked, feeling a tightness in my chest....I'm not jealous.

"Just some fella I met on Eharmony." Bucky told me.

"Eharmony? Weren't you using Grindr?" I said.

"Yeah...well, Grindr is good for casual stuff, but....I think I want something serious now. So, I thought I'd give Eharmony a shot." Bucky said slipping on his sweater.

Then he grabs his leather jacket and puts that on too.

"I should be home around 11:00." Bucky tells me before grabbing his keys and leaving.

As I'm folding the laundry, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. I knew it was a matter of time before Bucky was comfortable enough with himself to move from casual dating to something more serious. I guess I should just accept that I'm not Bucky's type and move on. But that'll be so hard since Bucky is so amazing and perfect...even if he doesn't really see himself that way.

"Sam Wilson, you are an idiot for not asking that beautiful man out when you had the chance." I grumbled to myself.

When Bucky came home from his date, he looked really happy. In all the years I've known him, I've never seen him smile like that. Okay...I was wrong, I'm jealous. Maybe if I wasn't such an idiot, I could be the one making him smile like that.

"So, you had a good time?" I asked him, trying not to show how hurt I am.

"Yeah, Cam was really sweet." Bucky sighed blissfully, sitting next to me on the couch.

A few weeks later, Bucky changes his Facebook status to "In a relationship with Cam Willman". Out of curiosity, not jealousy, I check out the dude's profile.

"Wow, he's handsome." I said raising my eyebrows slightly.

This Cam guy could enter an Anthony Mackie look-alike contest and win first place. He's from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, he's close with his family, he's ex Air Force. Gah, no wonder Bucky likes this guy so much, he's f**king Mr. Perfect!

"Yeah, my sister was right, I am super jealous." I sighed, exiting out of Facebook.

I tried to be happy for Bucky, I really did, but every time he mentioned Cam or went out with him, I felt incredibly irritated and annoyed. Of course, I don't let Bucky see that I'm annoyed, I can't let him know that I don't like his boyfriend, because really, I don't have a good enough reason to dislike Cam other than the fact that I'm jealous of him. One night, I come home from a solo mission and find Cam and Bucky snuggling on the couch watching a movie.

"Hey, Sam. Welcome home, buddy." Bucky greeted me as he had his head on Cam's lap.

"Hey, Buck." I greeted back.

"Oh, you guys haven't officially met yet. Cam this is my roommate, Sam; Sam this is my boyfriend, Cam." Bucky said, holding Cam's hand to his chest, god why do they have to be so lovey-dovey, get a room.

"Hehehe, I just realized you guys's names rhyme." he giggled adorably, I love his laugh.

"Hello, Sam, it's nice to finally meet you." Cam said holding his other hand out to me.

"Yeah...nice to meet you too." I replied, reluctantly shaking his hand.

"I'm gonna head to my room. You guys enjoy your movie." I say, hopefully hiding the bitterness in my voice, heading to my room.

"Okay, night, Sam." Bucky called out to me before I closed my bedroom door a little too harshly.

As soon as I flop onto my bed, I groan out of frustration and anger into my pillow. Then when I was done letting that out, a depression washes over me. I want to be the one Bucky cuddles on the couch and watches movies with. But I'm not and it's all my fault. Bucky has a boyfriend that's not me and it's because I wasn't man enough to ask him out myself. How does someone stop being in love with their best friend and move on? Seriously, I gotta know because I'm not sure how long I'll be able to handle seeing Bucky and Cam together for the foreseeable future.