Bucky was not a happy man...not at all. He sat alone in a corner table, drinking away his sorrows, wishing desperately that he had the ability to get drunk. Why was he so upset, you ask? Well....

(Earlier that night)

Sam drags his boyfriend to a fancy charity gala where several celebrities and political figures will be. Bucky didn't want to go, but Sam did, so he went anyway. He was a little nervous, he hadn't been in such a fancy setting in a long time.

"It'll be alright, baby." Sam said holding Bucky's hand comfortingly.

Bucky's worries slips away, and he hugs Sam's arm, placing a kiss to his cheek. They walk over to some people and talk. Suddenly, Sam gripped Bucky's arm and gasps with this starstruck look in his eyes.

"Bucky, look! It's, Mathew Sharp!" Sam said excitedly.

Mathew Sharp was one of Sam's most favorite celebrities...in fact he was Sam's biggest celebrity crush. The said celebrity makes his way over to where Sam and Bucky are, causing Sam to fanboy like crazy.

"Hello there, beautiful." Mathew said, winking at Sam.

Instantly, Sam giggles all giddy and blushing, but Bucky...frowns. Who the h*ll did this guy think he was flirting with a man while his boyfriend hanged on his arm?

"H-hi." Sam replied, still blushing.

Bucky couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why wasn't Sam telling this jack-a** that he was taken?

"How's about I buy the handsomest Avenger a drink?" Mathew asked.

"S-sure." Sam giggled as Mathew hooked his arm around his.

Sam is whisked away, out of Bucky's grasp, towards the bar by the handsome celebrity. The super soldier is left dumbfounded, asking himself what the h*ll just happened. Unfortunately, things only got worse from there...

(Back to the present)

For most of the night, Sam and Mathew drank and laughed, the two were definitely tipsy by now. And what angered Bucky the most was that Mathew was blatantly flirting with his boyfriend, and Sam was doing nothing about it. Not once has Bucky heard Sam say, "sorry, but I have a boyfriend.", h*ll, he's even flirted back a few times. Bucky couldn't understand why Sam was ignoring him and paying so much attention to another man. Sure this other man was Sam's celebrity crush, but shouldn't Bucky be more important?

"Guess Sam likes this dumb actor more than me." Bucky mumbled downing his seventh glass of scotch.

Then something happened that made Bucky crush his eighth glass of scotch with his metal hand. From across the room he watched as Mathew grabbed the front of Sam's suit jacket and pulled him in for a big kiss. Angrily, Bucky storms out of the gala, tears in his eyes. Coming to his senses, Sam pushes Mathew off of him.

"What the f**k are you doing!?!" Sam yelled.

"Kissing you. I thought that's where this was heading, I thought you wanted this." Mathew answered.

"Why the h*ll would I want that!? I have a boyfriend!!" Sam replied angrily.

"Then why were you hanging out all night with me and not him!? You had every opportunity to reject me, but no, you flirted back! You ignored your boyfriend while you all but threw yourself at me...I guess you don't love him as much as you think you do." Mathew said.

"Y-you're wrong! I love Bucky!" Sam shouted.

"Then you have a h*ll of a way of showing it!" Mathew argued, walking away.

Sam stands there and thinks about things he had done all night.

"Oh no....I f**ked up, I f**ked up bad." Sam said, his eyes brimming with tears and his voice cracking.

He looks all over the gala for Bucky, but couldn't find him. Knowing that Bucky had definitely had enough of his poor treatment and left, Sam leaves the gala and heads back to the compound.

"BUCKY!? Bucky, where are you!?" Sam shouted, running through the compound, searching for his boyfriend.

He checked their bedroom first, but Bucky wasn't there, nor was he in any of the other rooms that Sam has checked. Then he came up on Peter's room and heard crying from inside.

"Bucky, come on, I know you're in there, please talk to me." Sam said knocking on the door.

Sam takes a step back as Peter comes out and closes the door behind him. He stands in front of the door, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Sam.

"He told you what happened?" Sam asked.

"Yes, he did. And I gotta say, Mr. Wilson, I'm very disappointed in you." Peter replied, hardening his gaze.

"He came here crying about how you were fawning over another man, completely forgetting his existence. That was a real sh*tty thing to do to the one you supposedly love. What you did could very well be counted as cheating!" he said, growing angrier.

"You're right, I messed up. I hurt Bucky, and if I were you I'd most certainly deck myself in the jaw." Sam sighed sadly.

"Ya know...that actually sounds like a good idea." Peter said before punching Sam, knocking him off his feet.

Briefly seeing stars, Sam lays on the floor a bit dazed. Then he shakes his head and gets back onto his feet, wobbling a little.

"Okay...I deserved that. I truly do, there was no excuse for the way I treated Bucky tonight. But, Peter, please let me talk to him. I won't be able to live with myself if I don't try to make amends." Sam said holding his hand to his bruised chin and bleeding lip.

Peter thinks about it for a second, then nods and decides to let Sam have a chance to work things out with Bucky. He opens the door then Sam walks into the room and sees Bucky sitting crisscrossed on the bed hugging a pillow and crying into it. Sam sits on the bed with Bucky and places his hand on his knee.

"W-what are you doing here?" Bucky asked lifting his face from the pillow.

"Apologizing." Sam said cupping Bucky's face.

Peter closes the door and stands in the hall to give them some privacy. Hopefully, this won't be the end of Sam and Bucky's relationship.